Planting the Taishi Tree

Seeing the purple liquid the size of a dragon eye in his Soul Sea, Xiao Meng was speechless for a long time. The lingering fear and terror on his face refused to fade. Clearly, cultivating the Myriad Ages Undying Scripture had shaken him deeply.

After quite some time, Xiao Meng finally wiped away his sweat, took a deep breath, and muttered, "Damn it, this Myriad Ages Undying Scripture really isn't meant for humans to cultivate. It's too terrifying."

Although only a little over twenty days had passed outside, he had already lived through an entire lifetime. During that lifetime, he had endured all kinds of suffering: falling into a sea of fire and burning for more than ten years, plunging into an icy lake and freezing for seven or eight years, being caught in a vortex of violent winds and torn apart for over twenty years, entering the Yin Sea for another decade or so, and finally battling the Demon Clan, the Ghost Clan, and more.

During that time, he had despaired, wept bitterly, laughed, and felt exhilarated... Again and again, he had been driven to the brink of death and wandered along the boundary between life and death, only to survive with great difficulty. He had experienced all of it over the course of an entire lifetime.

Only now did he truly understand just how dangerous cultivating the Myriad Ages Undying Scripture was. If he failed to overcome those calamities, he would most likely become an idiot—or even truly die.

"Myriad Ages Undying Scripture... myriad ages, myriad ages... Don't tell me I have to cultivate through ten thousand lifetimes?" At that thought, Xiao Meng's expression changed as if he had heard of a tiger. His whole body turned cold, and even his teeth chattered. Just one lifetime had left