Give up.
Why struggle so bitterly?
Melt into this eternal darkness, and you will gain true peace...
The demon's whispers kept tangling around him, and Lin Ming's soulscape grew more and more perilous. But just as the light of Lin Ming's soul was about to be smothered in utter silence—
"Hold fast to your true heart! Let blue lotus purify the world, let filth be refined into sustenance!"
At the brink of life and death, deep within Lin Ming's soul, the mental method of the Surging Blue Pure Soul Art rose like a roaring tide. He gathered every thought, every shred of will, into a single point.
Immediately, an image utterly at odds with everything around him flashed in the deepest part of his consciousness. It was not the scene of the Spirit Continent, but the world he had crossed over from: an ordinary room, a pitch-black ceiling in the dead of night, a speck of light beside his pillow, and a young man reading a novel.
On the cover of that novel were the four words "Piercing the Vast Firmament." That was the moment when he had first come into contact with that world's living breath, a pure and blazing longing.
Then came countless fragments: the confusion and shock when he first woke in that world; the wild joy when he first broke through as a cultivator; the warmth when he met those characters who were originally fictional and truly formed bonds with him; and the countless nights of deep cultivation, sweat soaking through his clothes while he still gritted his teeth and held on...
These memories were not grand epics. They were ordinary, broken, and even somewhat insignificant.
But it was precisely these ordinary memories that formed the foundation of Lin Ming's existence in this world.
A soul