After weighing the pros and cons, he still decided to cultivate the Soul Burning Technique to assault his bottleneck. After all, compared to the danger, the benefits of advancing to the middle stage were even more difficult to put into words.
And Heaven did not disappoint the determined; the entire process went far more smoothly than he had imagined.
He had almost succeeded in advancing.
The reason it was said to be "almost" was because he had originally been on the verge of success, only to encounter Taowu at the most crucial moment and have it interrupted by him, causing all his efforts to crumble at the last hurdle and leaving him with hatred for all ages.
One could imagine just how deeply Mystic Ice Ancestor hated this infamous Demon World fiendish beast before him.
He wished he could draw out his soul and refine his spirit before the hatred in his heart could be eased.
However, though that was easy to say, because his advancement had been forcibly shattered, not only had he failed to become a middle-stage Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, he had also suffered a great loss of vital energy, to the point that he could not even defeat this mere clone of Taowu.
Now he had very little lifespan left, no more than a hundred years.
From a mortal's perspective, that was not short, but for a cultivator of his realm, it was only the snap of a finger. As for the next Tribulation of Vital Energy, he knew perfectly well that no matter what, he would be unable to survive it.
In other words, even if he successfully escaped alive now, a hundred years later he would still turn into a pile of withered bones. What meaning was there in living those few extra years? He