Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen Between Happiness and Grief (1/2)

Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen Between Happiness and Grief

The yin fire bead flew forward from Zuo Mo’s hand, turning into a milky white thread of fire, and hit a broad tree that would need seven or eight people to circle it.

The milky white flame spread on the ancient tree at an astounding speed. In a few seconds, the milky white flame had covered the entire tree, not even leaving behind a leaf. The tree, which had been bursting with vitality just seconds ago, was now lifeless. As the milky white flame passed, the green leaves instantly turned a chilling white. Quickly, the entire tree was white, and not a bit of green to be seen. The white old tree spread a pressuring chill. Snowflakes started to stir up around the surroundings.

The white leaves started to break off from the tip, like it was being weathered, falling down.

A burst of wind blew, the snowflakes danced, and countless white fragments left the old tree, carried by the wind.

The enormous ancient tree, in front of Zuo Mo, turned to a cloud of white dust and disappeared in the wind.

Zuo Mo was deeply shocked by what happened in front of him.

Returning to the little yard, his mind was still slightly dazed. The yin fire bead was astoundingly powerful, as expected. If it had hit a person, Zuo Mo guessed that even those ningmai xiuzhe wouldn’t be able to block it.

For a last resort life-saving measure, the more powerful it was the better!

After that, he put all his energy into creating yin fire beads. With the aid of the Three-Turn fire formation, the process of making yin fire beads was extremely smooth. The yin fire beads that were created this time were different from last time. The entire bead was pure white and flawless, without any trace remaining of the yin bead. However, after Zuo Mo processed one yin bead, he needed to meditate to recover.The ling power and mental power used to create itwas astounding; no wonder it was a weapon of great destruction.

Looking at the twenty yin fire beads in his hands, Zuo Mo felt very confident.

He occasionally would dream, if he threw these twenty yin fire beads out at once, what would it look like?

Having yin fire beads, Zuo Mo didn’t care about not mastering the yin splinter. Strangely, Pu Yao seemed to have forgotten that he still owed him many yin fiends and didn’t urge him to go to the sword cave.

Zuo Mo was happy to be idle but before he could enjoy the pleasure from having made the yin fire beads, after he inspected his ling power, his mood instantly dived down a cliff.

Damn it!

His cultivation actually stopped growing!

Why was it like this? The sudden blow was like lightning on a clear day, striking him dumb, his head ringing. After the mo matrix had been carved, the rate of his cultivation progress had dramatically slowed. He had been worried, but had maintained his calm because his cultivation still had been growing.

But if his cultivation stopped growing… …

He didn’t dare to imagine it!

After Pu Yao’s advice from before, Zuo Mo was extremely miserly with each bit of ling power inside his body. This had caused him to be extremely sensitive to ling power changes inside his body. He could find the slightest change.

He was only in zhuji stage, it was the stage that cultivation should increase the fastest. He had spend large amounts of time everyday on practicing [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] in hopes that he could make it up. It was good if he just increased a little bit of ling power. It had been like he imaged before. Due to the mo matrix, the increase in ling power had been slow but his cultivation had still been tenaciously growing. However, forfive continuous days, there hadn’t been one iota of change in his ling energy. He had never encountered a situation like this!

Zuo Mo was nervous like he had never been before!

If his ling power stopped growing, his cultivation would forever stop in zhuji! Terror spread through his heart. He ran into the sea of consciousness. Pu Yao was sitting on the gravestone with his eyes closed. No matter how Zuo Mo called him, he didn’t move. He was like a statue. Pu Yao was meditating. It wasn’t like he could ask the sect leader and the elders about this. He wouldn’t optimistically hope that Second Shibo and the others, who had become famous in the Yao Hunt, wouldn’t recognize the mo matrix.

His cultivation paused in the stage of zhuji… …

What about the dream? What would he use to search for the person that changed his features and erased his mind?

It was like Zuo Mo had been robbed of all his strength, and collapsed on the ground. Ever since he learned his features had been changed and mind erased, he had continuously told himself to search for the answer to his dream, to search for the answer to why his mind and features had been altered. But when the conviction that had pushed him forward had been broken from its foundation, he didn’t know what to do.

The sky was dark. He was lying on the rooftop, the sound tablet broadcasting beside him. His head was pillowed on his arms as he looked dazedly at the sky.

His thoughts had floated far away. How long had it been since he had laid like this? After he had decided to search for answer, the times that he had just laid on the roof to listen to the sound tablet had decreased. Each day was filled with countless scriptures and spells that had to be practiced. Each day, he needed to tell himself repeatedly, he needed to work harder… …

In the dark night, the stars were like an ocean.

Exhausted, Zuo Mo was like a child, coiled into a ball, falling deeply asleep with the sound tablet broadcasting.

There were no dreams.