"Boom!"
Within the hundred-foot-wide secluded chamber, a tremendous blast rang out. Lin Fan exploded, his body and Primordial Spirit alike turning into streaks of light that were burned clean away.
This time, he had clearly failed. The flames of ten thousand Daos had run out of control, slashing toward his body like ten thousand immortal blades.
At that moment, Lin Fan experienced something beyond words. In death, everything came to nothing. Even his consciousness vanished, sinking into eternal darkness.
"Dong!"
After an unknown length of time, a bell rang within the stone chamber. Time flowed backward, and his spiritual consciousness and flesh reassembled, returning to their original state.
"I died once..." Lin Fan murmured, panting heavily, still shaken.
Death was truly terrifying. It filled one with awe and a deeper appreciation for life.
Afterward, he did not immediately enter seclusion again. Instead, an understanding dawned on him, as though he had passed through a cycle of reincarnation and was now being reborn.
Although he had failed, it had not been without gain. At the very least, he had traveled a considerable distance along this path.
Lin Fan pondered for a long time, thinking things over constantly before entering seclusion once more. By comparison, not much time had passed outside.
Within the stone chamber, however, it was as though hundreds or thousands of years had passed, as distant as an entire cycle of reincarnation.
At the same time, he became even more cautious. He might have five chances left, but who knew how far he still was from success?
After all, his path was far too terrifying. He could not squander this opportunity.
Thus, Lin Fan refused to waste a single chance. Whenever he was injured, he immediately swallowed Saint Medicine to heal himself, preventing himself from dying so easily.
When