Fang Lin suddenly thought that perhaps, in the eyes of mortal people, his mediocre life had been a grand and turbulent one, not a life wasted. It was only that the dazzling wonders of the cultivation world had blinded him, and he had long since lost his innocent heart.
Once he set foot on the path of cultivation, he wanted to advance. After advancing, he wanted to reach Foundation Establishment, then Core Formation, Nascent Soul Formation, Spirit Transformation, everlasting life...
Fang Lin suddenly understood. All the troubles of his past had been nothing more than a mediocre man tormenting himself.
For someone like him, failing to reach Foundation Establishment was normal. Being captured and killed was normal too.
This did not mean people should resign themselves to mediocrity or victimhood. Rather, amid striving and failing to obtain what they sought, they could gain an awakening that let them accept it.
Of all the sufferings in the world, the inability to obtain what one sought was the bitterest.
Once he understood and let go, it no longer hurt so much.
Sometimes, people were simply that realistic.
What Fang Lin had never expected, however, was that his newfound release would nearly undo all Huang Jin's efforts.
Huang Jin rose to examine him, his face full of confusion. He quietly sensed Fang Lin's condition for a while, but no amount of thinking yielded an answer.
"It was clearly on the verge of success. Why did it disperse again?"
He had expended so much cunning and effort, even attacking a fellow cultivator he knew, precisely to finish quickly and avoid the attention of Foundation Establishment seniors.
He had no time to waste here.
Yet the resentment had indeed vanished.
Fang Lin felt no resentment, but Huang Jin was about to develop some himself.
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