A magnificent and tumultuous era, where racial wars and peaceful developments unfold in a high martial world.
A vast and all-encompassing world, with myriad races each displaying their unique...
He was dressed in white, tall and thin, almost skin and bones, with a bald head, no beard, and not even eyebrows.
His eyes were lonely, like a pool of stagnant water, and his face was covered with hideous scars, which made his entire face unrecognizable.
It looks a bit scary.
The first time he saw him, Chu Yao understood.
This look is nothing more than his self-punishment.
He had no face to face the world, no face to face all living beings, so he disfigured himself.
As for shaving the head and eyebrows, it probably also expresses some kind of repentance. Being alive is already a walking corpse, and the meaning of the rest of life is to atone for the sins.
But how can he atone for his sins?
If he wanted to redeem himself from his crime, he could have accepted the military's recruitment and carried out various tasks.
Since he is still in prison, it must mean that he has other unresolved obsessions in his heart.
Thinking of this, Chu Yao looked at him and said in a deep voice: "I have seen your experience and know your deeds, but I just can't figure out how you want to atone for your sins?"
Without any polite words, Chu Yao asked directly.
When talking to such a person, any extra words are meaningless.
Duan Buping raised his head slightly, his eyes falling on Chu Yao's face, which was still as dead as before.
"Enter the Ninth Realm and kill the Northern Demon Saint."
This...
Chu Yao vaguely understood that the mastermind behind misleading him to assassinate the Lord of Xiliang Prefecture should be the Northern Demon Saint.
"How?"
Chu Yao asked again.
Duan Buping remained silent, his skinny joints moved slightly, but he didn't know how to answer.
He has been thinking about this problem for more than twenty years, but still hasn't figured it out.
Whether it is the military god of the human race or the demon saint of the alien race, they are all almost "god-like" figures.
How can humans kill gods?
"Do you think you still have hope of reaching the ninth level in this lifetime?"
Chu Yao asked again.
This question is very heartbreaking.
The cultivation of the human race is a parabolic curve. Before the age of fifty, the speed of cultivation is the fastest, and there is always the possibility of progress. But after the age of fifty, it is extremely difficult to make progress.
There is even a risk of declining cultivation.
The "borrowing and returning" stage of spiritual practice mostly occurs after the age of fifty.
Even if you have cultivated a golden body, you still have to worry about this matter all the time, and most of your energy will be spent on "internal consumption".
Those who can make rapid progress against the life cycle are not ordinary people.
And obviously...
Looking at the place where people practice cultivation, Duan Buping can only be considered an ordinary person.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been in prison for twenty-three years and still only reached the Golden Body Realm.
Duan Buping clenched his fists and rolled his eyes at this question, but still didn't know how to answer.
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