1638 Fire of Nirvana! (1/2)
Deep in his heart, the Purple Dragon King still wanted to kill the old man with a hard smash. 'My child is safe, but you don't get to claim the credit. It is the marvelous doctor, Master Ye, who saved my child!' However, Chihuo said, ”It is always difficult to move on the path to the greatness of cultivation. My martial art requires the essence of dragon and phoenix. I haven't improved for tens of thousands of years… and I am dying soon…” The Purple Dragon King was touched. He was much more powerful than Chihuo, so he knew better how hard it was on the path of cultivation. He might make the same choice if he was Chihuo. He coldly said, ”If you are telling the truth, Master Chihuo, you are cultivating the Fire of Dragon and Phoenix? The famous Master Chihuo, one of the Seven Colored Lords, cultivates the Fire of Dragon and Phoenix.”
Chihuo blushed and said, ”Don't tease me, Brother Dragon. I am not famous… I haven't improved for tens of thousands of years… I am afraid I can't be one of the Seven Colored Lords anymore… In fact, in a few years, there will be no Chihuo in this world!”
Chihuo looked pretty sad.
The Purple Dragon King knew Chihuo was dying when he fought Chihuo earlier. It was not some ordinary illness. Chihuo had reached the limitation of life, and if he couldn't improve himself to break the limitation, he was going to die!
He knew Chihuo was being honest, so he sighed for it.
As a superior cultivator of an old generation, he knew about the Seven Colored Lords, and he knew how the other lords thought about Chihuo.
It wouldn't feel good when the others were improving fast… He knew how hard it must be to watch others improve…
He made a long sigh.
In the world of cultivation, not to advance was to go back. Nobody was waiting!
Chihuo used to be one of the most powerful figures in the world, but now he was far behind the others… What a sad story!
After that, the Purple Dragon King didn't hate Chihuo anymore. He was still cold but not hateful!
The Golden Phoenix King still had hostility and hatred in her eyes.
She stared at Chihuo and coldly said, ”Chihuo, your Fire of Dragon and Phoenix… If you haven't improved for such a long time, then how much time do you have left?”
Chihuo bitterly smiled and said, ”If I can't make any improvements in three years… there will only be Six Colored Lords in the Human Realm Upon Heavens.”
The Golden Phoenix King was surprised.
'Three years?'
'That is not a long time even for ordinary people… For a cultivator, it is just the time of one isolate meditation…'
It was absolutely a short time for people like the Purple Dragon King and the Golden Phoenix King…
Three years was just a moment!
They were already hundreds of thousands of years old… Three years meant nothing… It was just like a few minutes for an ordinary man.
It was too short.
People like the Purple Dragon King, Golden Phoenix King, Seven Golden Lotuses, and the Seven Colored Lords spent thousands of years to make tiny progress in cultivation. Chihuo only had three years left, which meant he was never going to improve!