The dark green ghostfire did not stop because of his conviction. Instead, it seemed to be growing dimmer and dimmer.
In just a few deliberately drawn-out moments.
That ghostfire had already dwindled into a wisp as thin as a hair.
Even Qin Shaofeng felt increasingly uneasy.
There must be a way to break this deadlock. There must!
My martial cultivation can no longer hold back the collapse of my martial path. Then... right, that mysterious power!
Wasn't I having Di Jingyi keep accelerating our descent precisely to absorb more of that energy?
The damage to my martial path may be utterly thorough, but that might not mean it cannot be the beginning of a new stroke of fortune!
Qin Shaofeng thought fiercely.
That was right—fiercely.
At a time like this, he had to give himself enough confidence in every single thought. Otherwise, he would surely perish.
Even his thoughts were filled with an overbearing force that brooked no rebuttal.
The instant the thought arose, he began absorbing.
Even after his meridians and dantian had been completely destroyed, that energy could still be absorbed.
Only, the speed was far, far too slow.
As long as I can absorb it, that is enough. I've cultivated for so many years—I refuse to believe I'll fall here today.
Qin Shaofeng gritted his teeth and continuously increased the speed of absorption.
Yet that speed was not something he could truly increase just because he wanted to.
He could clearly feel it.
As time passed bit by bit, not only did his absorption speed show no sign of increasing, it instead became slower and slower.
This could not continue!
Qin Shaofeng suddenly opened his eyes.
"Brother Li, how are you doing now?" Zhan Cangkong asked.
Third Ancestor Qin and the other two elders stared fixedly at