My Simulated Road to Immortality

Chapter 388: 364: Life and Death Have Mysterious Skills

Translator: 549690339

“Between life and death, there is great terror!”

“Between life and death, there are also great opportunities!”

“Ordinary mortals, when faced with the threat of death, will burst out with far more than usual strength. Not to mention us cultivators?”

Zhong Shentong’s expression became serious and he solemnly said.

“The greater the pressure, the greater the motivation. What pressure can be stronger than death itself?”

“With death as your motivation, your cultivation speed, and perception will be a thousand times higher than usual.”

“This is my personal experience, absolutely true!”

“Brother, if you can master this power, when your life is about to end, cultivating to the Nascent Soul level will definitely not be a challenge!”

Zhong Shentong said with conviction.

“If it’s as Brother says, why are there cultivators who remain stuck their whole lives and never break through until they die?” Li Fan said somewhat helplessly.

Zhong Shentong was slightly taken aback, thought about it earnestly, and quickly came up with an answer.

“It must be that they are not afraid enough of death!”

“I understand! You have detached yourself from life and death at this point, therefore you are worried that you may not be able to cultivate under pressure, isn’t it?” Zhong Shentong said, with sudden realisation.

“Don’t worry, the ‘The Mystical Skill of Life and Death’ that I practice has a ‘The Chapter on the Sensitivity to Life and Death’, after studying it, one can fully understand the preciousness of life and the terror of death.”

Li Fan observed the old cultivator before him.

He found that this Zhong Shentong’s thought process was somewhat different from ordinary people.

Could it be that he had damaged his mind by practicing this so-called ‘The Mystical Skill of Life and Death’? Was he openly discussing the cultivation techniques he practices with someone he had just met?

He responded earnestly: “Brother’s cultivation techniques are fascinating and admirable.”

“However, it is not appropriate for me to practice the same technique, and I am afraid I am not worthy of the cultivation technique you have”

Zhong Shentong interrupted him carelessly: “This is the reason why I came to visit you.”

“Please teach me, how can one put life and death out of their mind?”

“How can one be like you, and not be afraid of death?”

“Perhaps if I can conquer the fear of death, old Zhong would be released!”

Zhong Shentong spoke with a touch of urgency.

Hearing these words, Li Fan was taken aback.

“Brother Zhong, you…”

Zhong Shentong waved his hand: “I know you may not understand. But it’s true, I don’t want to live.”

“I have lived one hundred and sixty-eight years, and seen all the joys and sorrows of this world.”

“Everything in this world, to me, is already devoid of joy.”

“Struggling for cultivation methods, treasures, territories, longevity…”

“Haha, I just think it’s noisy.”

“If possible, I would have wished to end myself a long time ago.”

At this point, Zhong Shentong’s eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness: “Yet the ‘The Mystical Skill of Life and Death’ I practice prevents me from confronting my innate fear of death.”

“Every time I attempt to commit suicide or commit such behavior, my instincts always force me to do the opposite.”

“In order not to practice, I have even thought about giving these techniques to other cultivators.”

“Yet not long afterward, feeling my cultivation speed slowing down, feeling the proximity of death, I lose my mind and end up murdering that cultivator.”

“So when I heard about your fearlessness in the face of death, I traveled a long way to seek your advice.”

Zhong Shentong spoke earnestly.

Li Fan fell silent.

If Li Fan is a seeker of immortality, then Zhong Shentong is someone who has lived enough and wants to end his own life.

However, he was tragically bound by his own cultivation technique, unable to kill himself.

This led to a somewhat schizophrenic state of suffering.

“You can’t even disperse your cultivation?” asked Li Fan.

Zhong Shentong shook his head with a bitter smile.

“This ‘Mystical Skill of Life and Death’ is truly strange.” Li Fan said secretly.

As for Zhong Shentong’s current situation, Li Fan could only sympathize.

Li Fan was not someone who feared death because he would not die in the first place.

If he really encountered something that could really threaten his life, he would definitely run faster than anyone else.

After thinking about it, Li Fan spoke very sincerely: “My situation may not be useful to you.”

“I just have an open-minded nature, nothing particularly special.”

Zhong Shentong quickly replied: “I understand. I get it.”

“But fear of death is human nature. Please tell me how you overcome it?”

Seeing his determination, Li Fan felt helpless, to keep the conversation going he blurted out: “I’m not saying I’m not afraid. I’m just thinking, is death really the end?”

“Perhaps after death is when you’re truly alive, right?”

“Brother, have you heard the story of the ‘Brain in a Cauldron’?”

“Or have you ever heard of the rumor of ‘Realistic Dreamscapes’?”

Li Fan said whatever came to his mind.

Zhong Shentong’s eyes shone brighter and brighter.

“One speech from a junior cultivator can be more enlightening than a hundred years of practice.”

“Right, right. Death is not the end, but the arrival of a real rebirth.” After hearing what Li Fan said, he seemed to fall into a trance, murmuring to himself.

“There’s no need to fear at all…”

After an unknown amount of time, his face relaxed, as if he had found great enlightenment.

But suddenly, a dangerous seven-colored radiance emerged from the old cultivator.

Rather, Zhong Shentong sneered: “You thought you could scare me. I’ve already figured it out.”

“It’s all an illusion. Death is life, and only by dying you can truly live!”

The seven-colored radiance rotated faster and faster, Li Fan sensed something was wrong and quietly backed away.

“Break through everything and foresee the truth!”

Zhong Shentong raised his right hand with a determined look, ready to strike his head.

“Brother Zhong! ‘The Chapter on the Sensitivity to Life and Death’!”

Li Fan shouted.

Zhong Shentong’s movements instantly halted.

He pointed lightly, and a jade scroll flew towards Li Fan.

“Haha, Brother Li Fan, I’ll go first!”

With that, Zhong Shentong struck his head again.

At this moment, his left hand suddenly extended uncontrollably, blocking his right hand.

Zhong Shentong’s face suddenly turned fierce.

“Dare to obstruct my path? Die!”

A seven-colored divine light emitted from his right hand, shooting straight at his left hand.

At the same time, another radiance also shot out from his left hand in time.

The two radiances collided and neutralized each other.

However, Zhong Shentong himself did not stop, murmuring curses under his breath.

It seemed as if there were two mortal enemies inside his body, fighting each other move after move.

The seven-colored divine light flew across, activating the protective array within the stronghold.

He Chen, who was outside, also rushed in after hearing the noise from inside.

Seeing the crazed Zhong Shentong, he looked puzzled at Li Fan.

Li Fan just shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he shouldn’t act rashly.

As time passed, the battle between the two personalities in Zhong Shentong became more and more intense.

The small stronghold could no longer contain him.

In the midst of the continuous flashing of the seven-colored radiance, he disappeared into the depth of the Element Devouring White Fog.

People in the stronghold who had been watching the excitement were now discussing it everywhere.

Meanwhile, Li Fan quietly came into his secret room to read the jade scroll given by Zhong Shentong.

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