"Defeated. Completely defeated."
Ye Lin's realm kept plummeting. He lay on the ground, coughing up blood without end; his organs had all shattered, and his cultivation had now fallen to the Dao Integration stage.
That blood-colored long sword had long since shattered into fragments that rained casually onto the ground. Not a trace of divinity remained upon those shards.
Yet from beginning to end, for some unknown reason, the heavenly tribulation in the sky had not dispersed.
But none of that mattered anymore.
At that thought, Ye Lin could not help but laugh bitterly at himself. Since he had begun cultivating, what kind of trouble had he not encountered? He had considered the possibility of dying, but he had never imagined he would die in such a stifled, miserable way.
Struck to death by heavenly tribulation?
Such a death was simply too humiliating.
Many cultivators died beneath heavenly tribulation; it was nothing unusual. But to Ye Lin, this was an insult.
As time passed, Ye Lin's cultivation fell to the Qi Refinement stage, until not a shred of cultivation remained. Ye Lin was now no different from an ordinary mortal.
His skin rapidly withered, and even his hair turned gray-white in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he had changed from a young man into an old man in the twilight of his years.
On that vast expanse of ground, only Ye Lin remained. Only Ye Lin lay there alone, covered in blood.
The rolling thunder in the sky seemed to be seeing him off. The vitality within Ye Lin rapidly drained away; without cultivation to sustain him, his lifespan had reached its end as well.
The next moment, he would be erased into the dust of history.
"I came alone, and I'll leave alone as well."
Ye