Lu Yin had reached twenty thousand zhang, and this time, he saw a teapot. A teapot was fine too?
What would a teapot go through? Having tea brewed in it, tea poured from it, and then being smashed. That was the life of the teapot Lu Yin had experienced.
He really couldn't understand how he had become a teapot. The die's six pips could let him merge into living beings, but there was no way it could let him merge into inanimate objects. The closest thing to an inanimate object was the Mechanical Ants, but they were living beings all the same. The one he had merged with even had perceptions and consciousness; in essence, it was an intelligent life-form. But there was no way a teapot could be an intelligent life-form.
As a teapot, what struck Lu Yin most was how slowly time passed. In his perception, it seemed that decades had gone by. The teapot he had become was practically an antique by the time it was finally smashed.
Beyond twenty thousand zhang, Lu Yin continued his slow ascent. He had grown numb to life and death. During the Beyond Heaven trial, he had no idea that the black-and-white comma at his heart was spinning wildly and growing larger. Life and death had awakened the birth of death energy, continuously strengthening this unique power of his. He had no idea this was happening.
One Cold Immortal Sect cultivator after another arrived, looking up in astonishment as Lu Yin headed toward the clouds. His pace was slow, but steady.
Wu Yao's expression was shaken. To reach such heights on his first attempt—if Lu Yin had a few more chances, could he possibly touch the clouds?
Climbing onto the clouds and becoming an Immortal Beyond Immortals was a possibility that