Lin Qing, the First to Hang Himself in Despair!

Lin Qing was looking forward to the legacy of Immortal Herb Lin Qing.

But the content of the following last words left him completely stunned.

[Year 11,500.]

In the vision, that Truth-Seeing Profound Pupil Lotus was still swaying by the edge of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

Only, the eye patterns on its petals no longer radiated curiosity or anger, but a deep, bone-weary exhaustion.

It was a numbness born from having all its edges smoothed away by the passage of time.

[I have tried every method I could think of to leave this place.]

The images began to shift rapidly.

They flashed by like a revolving lantern, showing one fragment after another.

Its roots tried to burrow deep into the earth, attempting to bypass the barrier from underground, only to be violently repelled by an invisible force.

The petals released pale purple spiritual fluctuations, crashing against the poisonous miasma like a tidal wave, yet they sank like a stone into the sea, not even stirring a ripple.

It even attempted to use the unique energy of an immortal herb to contend with the poisonous miasma.

In the end, the energy was absorbed by the miasma instead.

[Without exception... all failed.]

The voiceover of Immortal Herb Lin Qing was calm, so calm it made one's heart crawl.

[Ah... this is the cage set by the god-ascended Tang San.]

[A cage of poisonous miasma that cannot be crossed without ultimate attributes!]

[And among us immortal herbs, there is simply no such thing as an ultimate attribute.]

The scene shifted to a panoramic view.

Within the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, several immortal herbs were scattered about.

Each one radiated powerful energy fluctuations, yet each one was trapped in this tiny plot of land.

They would communicate through spiritual sense, chat, complain, and curse Tang San for his actions, which Immortal Herb Lin Qing had educated them about over this period.

But that was all there was to it.

They couldn't get out, never able to get out!

[I've had enough!]

The voiceover of Immortal Herb Lin Qing suddenly rose in pitch.

The resentment suppressed for over ten thousand years finally erupted.

[I've had enough of these boring days, day after day, year after year!]

[Sun, rain, snow, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth... it's always the same!]

[Always unchanging!]

The flower in the vision began to tremble violently.

The eye patterns on the petals even shed two lines of pale purple liquid.

It was unclear whether it was dew or something else.

It was a catharsis, a release of the despair and anger that had been pent up for over ten thousand years.

But what happens after the release?

They still couldn't get out.

[So...]

The voiceover of Immortal Herb Lin Qing paused for a very, very long time.

So long that Lin Qing thought the last words were ending there and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.

And then—

[I don't want to live anymore.]

This sentence was spoken with abnormal calmness.

A calmness that made one's heart palpitate.

It wasn't an angry roar, nor a desperate cry, just five simple words.

"I don't want to live anymore."

The images in the light screen began to change.

The Truth-Seeing Profound Pupil Lotus, Immortal Herb Lin Qing, stopped trembling, its petals slowly closing to wrap around the eye pattern at its center.

[Since I can't get out anyway, and I'm destined to be trapped here forever, what is the point of living?]

[The other immortal herbs tried to persuade me.]

[Octagonal said, as long as one is alive, there is still hope.]

[Youyou asked, what if Tang San's poison barrier fails one day?]

[Jiaojiao, with that fiery temper of hers, nearly scorched me with flames, wanting to interrupt my dissipation of power.]

The narrator chuckled softly, the sound brimming with bitterness.

[But I know, there is no hope.]

[Tang San has become a god. Unless he dies, or he personally undoes it, it will remain forever.]

[So, let it be.]

[Farewell, this boring world.]

[Farewell, my ten-thousand-plus years of... life as a prisoner.]

[Under the stunned "gaze" of all the immortal herbs—if plants could have expressions—I chose death.]

The small patch of land around the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well suddenly became exceptionally quiet.

Although there was never much sound to begin with, at this moment, even the wind seemed to have stalled.

The surrounding immortal herbs all "turned" their "heads"—well, they adjusted the orientation of their leaves or petals.

The large, pale pink petals of the Aromatic Silk Beauty trembled slightly.

The ice-blue leaves of the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass froze completely, motionless, as if they had been flash-frozen.

The flames surrounding the Infernal Delicate Apricot flickered erratically, revealing its inner turmoil.

They all "saw" it.

They clearly "saw" what that black and white Truth-Seeing Profound Pupil Lotus had done.

With its slender root system, it pulled out its roots, one by one, from deep within the soil!

Soil fell away in rustles, revealing the black and white rhizome beneath.

The subtle yet distinct "crack" sound as the roots snapped was amplified in this deathly silent cage.

[I pulled out my own roots, and then... jumped into the deadly Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, a place even we immortal herbs cannot endure for long!]

The scene zoomed in for a close-up.

The black and white flower traced an arc through the air, trailing its broken roots.

Unwavering!

"Splash—!"

The flower plummeted into the strange spring water where ice and fire intertwined, distinct and separate, splashing a cluster of eerie, half-blue, half-red water.

On the ice side, the cold was bone-chilling; on the fire side, the heat waves were scorching.

[I felt the energy of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well begin to crazily erode my body.]

The narrator's voice was very light, as if describing something unrelated to itself.

After contacting the water of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well for a time, the petals began to dissolve and decompose at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The root system also dissolved, turning into wisps of energy that dissipated into the spring.

[Life is slipping away... this feeling is strange.]

[No pain, instead, a bit of relief? It's like setting down a burden I've carried for over ten thousand years.]

The petals grew fewer.

The roots grew shorter.

The immortal herb Immortal Herb Lin Qing was "dying."

But just before it was about to dissipate completely—

"Splash!!!"

Another flower followed suit, diving headlong into the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well!

The screen captured that breathtaking shade of crimson.

It was red like the blood from a heart, tragically beautiful, and resolute.

The trajectory it traced through the air seemed to carry a sense of tragic heroism.

[What is incredible to me is that it seems, after me, other immortal herbs jumped in as well.]

For the first time, there was a clear emotional fluctuation in the voice of Immortal Herb Lin Qing.

It was surprise, confusion, and a trace of bewilderment.

That splash of red bobbed in the water of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, similarly and rapidly enveloped and eroded by the ice and fire energy.

[Unfortunately, I have no idea what happened afterward.]

The voice gradually faded, carrying a final sense of relief, or perhaps resignation.

[Because—I died.]

[I committed suicide.]

The screen went completely dark.

At the very last moment, there seemed to be a faint red glow and a fading monochrome hue that brushed against each other deep within the spring.

Then, everything returned to darkness.

The final words ended.

"???"

In reality, Lin Qing sat in his chair, utterly bewildered, his entire being turned to stone.

His brain felt like it had been churned into a paste, leaving him blank for a long while.