The Tribulation of Death Demons and the Fire of Great Vows (Part 1)

Yu Ci had drawn close to death countless times, his distance from it far exceeding what it was right now, but he had never experienced anything like today. The stench of death choked his mouth and nose, clearly still distant yet lingering like a ghost, blocking his breath until he could barely draw air.

Watching death approach step by step while utterly lacking any good countermeasure—that kind of pressure was unprecedented.

A quick death is a good man's lot, a lingering death a scoundrel's; Yu Ci was finally experiencing it firsthand.

Bah, how could things possibly be this bad? There are still plenty of methods!

Yu Ci forced his spirits up, stood up, and paced briskly around the room. He originally wanted to vent his emotions with harsher movements, but instead felt the stifled Qi in his chest knotting tighter and tighter, feeling as if a lump of lead were dragging him down. Not only did it fail to improve at all, but thoughts kept swarming into his mind, all of them picking at the flaws in those so-called "methods" endlessly.

With a sigh, he gave up on any pretense of tranquil cultivation. Yu Ci shook his head and walked outside, preparing to clear his mind. Walking all the way to the cave dwelling's entrance, he pushed open the stone door. The space grew much wider, but what he saw before him seemed to be veiled in a layer of gray dust, causing him to sigh again.

Before he could even finish exhaling his breath, he froze abruptly.

His brows twitched a few times, and he paced in circles right at the threshold. Tensions had run high the past couple of days, and many people were failing to keep their composure; quite a few people had witnessed Yu Ci's actions