Yang Fan looked embarrassed, feeling that Palace Master Ling Sha was simply big-breasted but brainless, and extremely stupid.
When he was young and energetic, he could have given us a go... but now that he's practically dead, he's just here for laughs.
"Ignore them, you must believe in yourself!" Palace Mistress Ling Sha spoke again.
"Thank you..."
Yang Fan didn't want to say anything more.
Then, he closed his eyes and went to sleep. As more and more cold air entered his body, his mental state, which had just improved somewhat, deteriorated again.
Ten days!
Just as the other immortals mocked him.
Given his physical condition, it's questionable whether he can even endure ten days in this freezing weather.
I don't know how long it's been.
Yang Fan's consciousness grew increasingly drowsy, as if his soul was about to leave his body and dissipate into the air.
"Son! Wake up! Wake up!"
A shout jolted Yang Fan awake from his sleep.
"Mom, is that you?"
Yang Fan sat up, seemingly observing.
In the distance, a woman stood on the ice field, waving to him.
Yang Fan staggered to his feet and walked over.
"Mom, it really is you! What brings you here?"
“Son, not only is your mother here, but I am too.”
"Dad! You...you're here too?"
"Brother Xiaofan!"
"Fei'er..."
"Brother Xiaofan..."
"Yiyi..."
"Yang Fan!"
...
With each shout, a figure appeared in Yang Fan's sight.
They were all familiar faces—former friends and family!
When Yang Fan saw this and saw their familiar faces, his eyes reddened.
The upper realm is where immortals reside.
They haven't even reached the Mahayana stage yet, how could they possibly come to the upper realm?
Is he... already dead?
Or was it a final burst of energy before death?
Maybe!
Yang Fan had no desire to think about it anymore.
He just wanted to quietly stay by the side of these loved ones and remember their faces forever in his heart.
"Son, pull yourself together."
"Brother Xiaofan, you must cheer up!"
We're waiting for you!
"You'll be alright!"
"We...we're waiting for you to come back!"
"come on!"
One by one, the relatives and friends ahead of us are leaving.
Their eyes were full of encouragement.
Yang Fan tried to stop them, but he couldn't.
He wanted to run over, but it felt as if his feet were bound by an invisible force.
No matter how hard he tried to run, he just couldn't run fast.
Their figures grew farther and farther away... until they finally disappeared completely.
On the vast, white ice plain, he was all alone, standing there forlornly.
At that moment, Yang Fan felt a strange sense of loneliness.
It was as if... the world had abandoned him...
I opened my eyes again.
Yang Fan found himself still lying on the icy plains of the extreme cold.
A thin layer of ice had formed on the surface of his body.
The Palace Mistress Ling Sha was meditating beside him, and the immortal power emanating from her body continuously dispelled the cold air from him.
"Is it a dream?" Yang Fan murmured to himself.
For a moment, he couldn't tell which was a dream and which was reality.
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