Longevity starts with learning

The sky and the water meet, and the waves surge. The flying boat, which was originally flying through the air, may have appeared in the deep sea under the control of the puppet in order to avoid unnecessary attention.

It was like a ghost ship sailing on the dark seabed, with a little wave emerging, and then disappearing without a trace in the next moment.

In the cabin of the flying boat, the body was still broken and collapsed in the cabin, only a little breath emerged from time to time, which seemed to prove that there were still traces of life in this broken body.

On the table of the cabin, there was a jade box.

The jade box was black all over, and the silky forbidden light was all over the jade box. Almost every moment, there seemed to be a trace of external wave coming to this jade box, trying to get in touch with the Changsheng Zhenchuan Order in the jade box, but in the end, it was blocked by the jade box.

It was a habitual precaution, but at this moment, it also created a coincidence that made many Changsheng Sect disciples anxious.

The soul lamp placed in the Changsheng Sect's Guzhen lineage was swaying like a candle, and this true order was habitually sealed by Chu Mu.

As a disciple of the Changsheng Sect, knowing the composition of this true order, it was naturally not difficult for Chu Mu to completely seal it.

But now, for the Changsheng Sect, his true disciple was undoubtedly a life-threatening loss of contact.

No matter from which aspect, there was no news at all...

The flying boat had already arrived at the predetermined destination, located in the sea area between Chixia Island and the sea border, with few monsters, and it was completely out of the influence of several major monster tribes.

The flying boat that arrived at the predetermined destination did not stop, but followed the predetermined procedure, under the control of the puppet soldiers, avoiding the appearing immortal cultivators, and heading towards a more secluded and desolate sea area.

All the disturbances in the outside world could hardly affect this isolated flying boat at all.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed.

The flying boat still shuttled through the dark seabed, aimlessly, but extremely hidden. In the cabin, except for the armored puppets acting according to the established procedures, there was no other movement.

In the outside world, the past six months have been turbulent and chaos has begun.

Endless disturbances and confrontations between various forces have all gathered in that heavenly palace ruins and that cage.

But obviously, all these secrets will only be limited to a small group of existences at the top. For most of the middle and lower-level cultivators and monsters, they are driven into the bloody quagmire in confusion.

They either fell or got a little insignificant opportunity, inspiring countless later comers to follow one after another, and do the wishful thinking of getting opportunities...

The wind and clouds are surging, scene after scene.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the time that passes steadily.

Several years of spring and autumn passed quietly.

In the deep winter, it seems that a golden elixir battle took place here not long ago, which broke the water veins in this sea area, causing the water veins to change. Under the overflow of the sea water vapor, in this bitter cold winter, it has changed into a wonder of hundreds of miles of ice on the seabed.

Perhaps in the judgment of the warrior puppet, this frozen seabed is the most secluded and hidden place. Therefore, since the seabed was frozen, this sky-breaking flying boat has broken through the air and flown to the center of the frozen seabed, and has been parked here for several months.

The hull of the flying boat is stained with frost. In the cabin, after years of treatment and nourishment by the warrior puppet, the eroded body finally has a complete human form.

On this day, it seems to have reached the critical point of awakening. With the surge of an active spirit and soul, the consciousness that has been unconscious for several years finally slowly returns.

Chu Mu opened his eyes, and was in a trance for only a moment. He subconsciously looked at the surrounding environment. At this moment, the severe pain involved pierced into the depths of his soul, and instantly pulled his consciousness back to several years ago. The horror between life and death surged into his heart again.

"Huh..."

After a while, Chu Mu reacted slightly, exhaled a long breath, and his eyes gradually became clear.

He looked around and saw that everything was frozen. He couldn't help but be stunned. Then he raised his hand and wiped it. With a little magic power, a light curtain appeared out of thin air.

Just like time accelerated, the journey of this flying boat for several years was also flashed by this light curtain.

Until he confirmed that this place was safe, Chu Mu dispersed the light curtain. After a little hesitation, a trace of consciousness fell on his broken body.

After several years, it didn't have much effect on his eroded injuries. It just made his almost scattered consciousness a little more concentrated, and the broken soul could support the existence of consciousness, so that he would not lose consciousness and fall into a coma.

Wherever the consciousness flowed, it was all eroded. Just a little perception would make people feel helpless.

After a long time, Chu Mu slowly withdrew this trace of consciousness. The pain everywhere in his body was still piercing his nerves crazily. The veins on his forehead were bulging from time to time, but Chu Mu seemed not to notice it. Under the blessing of a touch of spiritual light, countless inspirations and thoughts burst out.

But it was only a moment, and the broken soul could not bear the leap thinking operation blessed by the spiritual light. The pain was even more severe, his face was distorted, and drops of sweat also oozed from his forehead.

He tried his best to calm down, and it took a long time before he eased a little.

"Hope..."

Chu Mu pursed his lips. At this moment, he could only hope in the unknown.

Such injuries are simply not easy to heal.

For now, the only solution is to slowly sort them out.

As for whether he can completely recover and not affect his immortal cultivation...

From the current point of view, it seems... there is a great possibility...

The soul is injured, the meridians and dantian are broken, and the golden elixir is shattered...

The most important essence, qi, and spirit of the immortal cultivator...

Without exception, they are all severely injured and extremely eroded.

If it is said that it does not affect the practice of immortals at all, it is obviously a big joke...

Not to mention...

Chu Mu's eyes moved and fixed on the bronze mirror on the side of the cabin. The reflection in the mirror is no longer the young, strong and resolute state he used to be.

The white hair is due to the spiritual illusion of the past and the influence of the spiritual will, which is difficult to erase.

And under the white hair, it has become old and dry, and even has a bit of decay.

It seems that just like him in that spiritual environment, his lifespan will end, and his life will end...

"In less than two hundred years..."

Chu Mu's eyes were dim, and his heart was shrouded in a thick haze.

When he formed a pill, it was the grade of the best golden elixir, and he practiced both the law and the body, and his soul was strong.

With all these factors combined, although his life span is not as long as those with special bloodlines or some special health-preserving techniques, it is undoubtedly much longer than the normal life span of Jindan. According to his original estimate, when he first entered the Jindan stage, he had a life span of at least nearly 700 years.

And every breakthrough in cultivation after Jindan, in a sense, can be regarded as a small transformation of life.

Life span will naturally increase accordingly.

When he first entered the Jindan stage, he had a life span of nearly 700 years. Now that he is in the late Jindan stage, under normal circumstances, he has a life span of a thousand years.

But now...

Less than 200 years?

Chu Mu was depressed and his breathing became much heavier.

Although 200 years seems very long, 200 years is just the time for a Jindan cultivator to go into seclusion for a few times.

And for him, what can 200 years do?

Just for this injury, even with the most optimistic estimate, even if he is lucky enough to recover without any aftereffects, it will take at least dozens of years to recover.

Not to mention, he planned the mystery of the spiritual root, which led to the foundation of his cultivation being weak and unstable, and then suffered a heavy blow, which seriously damaged his foundation.

The foundation of cultivation is weak and unstable, so there is no growth in cultivation. If he wants to recover to normal, it will take at least several decades.

Even if everything goes well, when he can start retreat and seek to break through to the perfection of the golden elixir, by then, he may have been exhausted and dying!

"Unless..."

At this point, Chu Mu's mind flashed, and a thought was firmly locked in an instant.

Since he can be reborn from Nirvana... can't he turn from a cocoon into a butterfly?

Chu Mu's eyes moved slightly, and then he felt himself, and the haze in his heart seemed to have dissipated a lot.

Don't be afraid of despair, what you are afraid of is no hope.

There is hope, no matter how slim the hope is, it is still hope.

Chu Mu endured the severe pain and propped himself up. On one side of the cabin, there stood an altar with a circumference of several feet and a height of about one person. The altar was made by the warrior puppets before he fell into a coma. It was not a sophisticated thing. It was just a combination of some prototypes of objects stored in his storage ring.

The effect of the altar is to nourish. According to his idea, it was originally intended to be used to nourish some rare spiritual objects, such as spiritual medicine, such as blood...

He never thought that it would eventually become such an effect.

For several years, with this altar nourishing, the warrior puppets continuously put various rare healing medicines in his storage ring day and night to keep Wangcai alive.

In comparison, Wangcai, who took the attack of the real demon head-on, was obviously much more seriously injured than him.

Judging from the state perceived by the mother-child concentric lock, even a candle in the wind would probably not be able to describe Wangcai's state.

Just like a faint light in the endless darkness, and... this faint light is always under the erosion of this endless darkness!

His whole body has entered the gate of hell, leaving only a remnant soul and a remnant thought.

If he can't clean up his own rotten injuries, then Wangcai in front of him, except for constantly nourishing him to ensure that this last bit of vitality is not extinguished... Others, at least for now, he... can't do anything!

His fingertips gently stroked the wreckage, and the scene of the past seemed to be still vivid.

Bastard...

At this moment, the wreckage trembled, a faint vitality surged, and a sense of joy surged, as if responding to Chu Mu's touch.

Chu Mu's mouth corners slightly raised, but soon returned to gloom, and the coldness in his eyes suddenly became strong, and a murderous intent that had never been seen before almost burst out uncontrollably...

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