Self-Mastery, Resonance Between Heaven and Man (Part Two)

He vaguely heard Old Daoist Xusheng shouting, "Master!"

The shout was filled with wild joy and excitement; any glimmer of hope in the midst of despair could detonate such an emotion.

Yet Yu Ci was quite calm, and he had not forgotten that he was about to die.

His physical body was only a hair's breadth away from death, and the state of his divine soul was slightly better, but when he finished indulging in the addiction of being the "Master," that thieving heaven would certainly not mind—or rather, would definitely kill him off in passing. During this process, the slightest accident, even a breath of wind or a blade of grass, would accelerate the realization of this outcome.

Of course, for him, a chance of survival was always prepared within death, with no exceptions.

He was looking for an opportunity; so far, it was still illusory, yet he was certain that the opportunity existed.

Like many people on the verge of death, countless memory fragments flashed back, resembling the traditional retrospection before death, but in truth, this was actually the answer to the existence of that opportunity.

He perceived the profound mechanism within life and death. Using this life and death profound mechanism as a handle, he strung together an almost complete clue from his accumulated hidden consciousness memories. In an unimaginably brief amount of time, he traced back to the source, and finally, he saw a mist intertwined with crimson and black.

Because it was far too dense, at first glance it looked like spilled, semi-dried blood plasma.

Right within this, a relatively young "him" brandished a sword with the tip slanted upward. As for what it was pointing at, it had no meaning; Yu Ci only "saw" that within his past figures, a series of familiar runes