"Do you know what it feels like to face three thousand beauties in the imperial harem every day, yet be able only to gaze at the ocean and sigh?"
"Do you know what it feels like when your lifespan is about to run dry, when no matter how much vitality you accumulate within your body, you cannot escape reaching the end of life?"
"Do you know what it feels like to have single-handedly mastered the [Form] character of the Ten Directions Seal, studying it for a full hundred and eighty years, seeing yourself on the verge of taking another step forward, achieving perfection, leaving your mark within the laws of heaven and earth—only to have your position stolen by some fledgling brat whose hair has not even fully grown?"
The old eunuch knew all too well.
His eyes were bloodshot.
He recalled how, all these years, he had cautiously released various imprinted diagrams that had lost part of their divine essence, hoping that stones from another mountain might polish his jade, allowing him to comprehend this divine skill sooner.
He did not believe that anyone in this world could rely on incomplete diagrams to finish that endless road and climb all the way to the peak.
Neither Lu Chengyun, whose spirit had once been abnormally powerful, nor that clever little monk whose obsession with studying the human body had driven him mad, could do it.
Everything they did would become nourishment for his advancement, allowing him to live a second life. He would mend his foundations, advance into a supreme Grandmaster, and perhaps attain immortality.
Yet all of it, every last bit of it, had turned to bubbles after Lu Wu-bing displayed [All Vitality Under Heaven Returns to My Body].
"No, there is still one step left. You have only