As Lin Zhen's divine infant collapsed in midair, he glanced toward Fallen Star Lake.
Unfortunately, he could no longer see anything, nor did he have time to think.
But he was absolutely certain that his heart was filled with regret.
Godly Saint Angel had gone to Fallen Star Lake. His wives could not possibly withstand her.
Once Fallen Star Lake fell, he did not dare guarantee—or even imagine—what would happen.
Lin Zhen kept telling himself that he had no ability to interfere now. What had happened in his past life was over, and he could do nothing about it.
But one thing was certain: his attitude had not been proactive enough.
If, in this life, he had gone straight to Fallen Star Lake after his Nirvana, then he might have been able to save it later in life.
At the beginning of his Ninth Nirvana, he truly had no ability to interfere. The fate of Fallen Star Lake was therefore easy to imagine.
At this moment, Lin Zhen felt some regret.
Could the pursuit of martial arts and mortal emotions truly not coexist? Had his choice been the right one?
Just before his divine infant collapsed, Lin Zhen's final thought was that practicing martial arts was so exhausting. So often, even an ordinary person lived more easily.
"My parents, my wives, my children... I harmed you!"
Boundless darkness swept over him. Light and shadow interwove before his eyes, and Lin Zhen knew that his Ninth Nirvana was about to begin.
Time seemed to have frozen. Yet it also seemed to be flowing, as though it had stopped and continued at the same time.
A voice sounded beside Lin Zhen's ear.
"Lin Zhen, do you regret practicing martial arts?"
Lin Zhen's consciousness was hazy. At this moment, he could only