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

“Between life and death, there is also great opportunity!”

“Ordinary mortals will often explode with power far beyond their usual when faced with the threat of death. What about us cultivators?”

Zong Shentong’s expression became serious, and he said solemnly.

“It is said that the greater the pressure, the greater the motivation. What pressure can be stronger than death?”

“With the help of the brink of death, my cultivation speed and comprehension ability will be a thousand times faster than usual.”

“This is my personal experience, absolutely true!”

“If fellow Daoist can master this power, it will not be difficult to cultivate to the Nascent Soul Stage before his lifespan runs out!”

Zong Shentong swore solemnly.

“If what you say is true, Daoist, why are there still cultivators in the world who are trapped for a lifetime and unable to break through?” Li Fan said helplessly.

Zong Shentong was stunned for a moment, thought carefully for a moment, and quickly came up with the answer.

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

“I understand! Now, Daoist is so detached and indifferent to life and death. I’m afraid that you can’t use the pressure of the brink of death to cultivate, right?” Zong Shentong suddenly realized.

“Don’t worry, in the ‘Life and Death Profound Technique’ that I cultivate, there is a ‘Life and Death Induction Chapter’. After studying it, you can fully understand the preciousness of life and the fear of death.”

Li Fan carefully examined the old Daoist in front of him.

He felt that this Zong Shentong’s way of thinking was different from that of ordinary people.

Could it be that cultivating this ‘Life and Death Profound Technique’ has ruined his brain? He just tells the cultivation technique he cultivates to the first person he meets?

He seriously replied, “Fellow Daoist’s technique is profound, I admire it.”

“However, the technique cannot be cultivated together, and I have no luck to enjoy the technique that fellow Daoist cultivates…”

Zong Shentong interrupted Li Fan without caring: “This is why I came to seek Daoist.”

“Please teach me how to put life and death aside!”

“How can I be fearless of death like fellow Daoist?”

“If I can overcome the fear of death, then I will surely be able to break free!”

Zong Shentong said eagerly.

Li Fan was stunned when he heard this.

“Fellow Daoist Zong, you…”

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

“I have lived in the world for 168 years and have seen all kinds of things.”

“Everything in the world is no longer interesting to me.”

“For the sake of cultivation techniques, treasures, territories, and lifespan, they fight and fight…”

“Hehe, I just think they are noisy.”

“If it were possible, I would have wanted to kill myself long ago.”

Speaking of this, a trace of helplessness flashed in Zong Shentong’s eyes: “But the ‘Life and Death Profound Technique’ that I cultivate makes me completely unable to resist the instinctive fear of death in my heart.”

“Whenever I have the idea of suicide and make suicidal actions, my instinct will make me do things that go against my will.”

“In order to avoid cultivation, I even thought about handing over the technique to other cultivators to cultivate.”

“But often shortly after, I feel my own cultivation speed slowing down, as if I am getting closer and closer to death. I will lose my mind and find the other person and kill him.”

“So after I heard about Daoist’s fearless deeds, I came here from thousands of miles away to ask for advice.”

Zong Shentong said sincerely.

Li Fan was speechless.

If Li Fan is an obsessed seeker of longevity, then this Zong Shentong is a bored suicidal person.

However, he was tragically bound by his own cultivation technique and unable to make suicidal actions.

This led to a somewhat schizophrenic state of pain.

“Can’t even disperse the technique on your own?” Li Fan asked.

Zong Shentong shook head with a bitter smile.

“This ‘Life and Death Profound Technique’ is truly strange,” Li Fan thought to himself after hearing this.

Unfortunately, for Zong Shentong’s current situation, Li Fan could offer little help. Li Fan wasn’t truly fearless of death; he simply couldn’t die. If he truly encountered something that could genuinely threaten his life, he would surely run away faster than anyone.

After some thought, Li Fan spoke very sincerely, “My situation might not be of any use to you, fellow Daoist. I am simply naturally open-minded and don’t have any special abilities.”

Zong Shentong hurriedly said, “I understand. I understand. But the fear of death is human nature. How did you overcome it?”

Seeing his desperate persistence, Li Fan felt helpless and decided to improvise. “I’m not afraid either. I just think, when people die, are they truly dead?”

“Maybe after death, they are truly alive, right?”

“Have you ever heard the story of the ‘Brain in a Vat’?”

“Or perhaps the rumors of the ‘True Dream Realm’?”

Li Fan threw out random concepts.

Zong Shentong’s eyes, however, grew brighter and brighter.

“A single word from you is worth a hundred years of cultivation,” he said. “That’s right, that’s right. Death is not the end, but a true new beginning.” After listening to Li Fan, he seemed to fall into a trance, muttering to himself.

“There’s no need to be afraid…”

After an unknown amount of time, his face relaxed as if he had achieved a sudden enlightenment. However, a dangerous seven-colored light suddenly emerged from the old Daoist’s body.

Zong Shentong himself scoffed, “Still trying to scare me? I, the old Daoist, have already understood.”

“It’s all an illusion. Death is life, and only when everyone dies will there be true life!”

The seven-colored light spun faster and faster. Li Fan had a bad feeling about this and quietly retreated.

“See through everything, and foresee the truth!”

Zong Shentong raised his right palm, his face resolute, about to slam it down on his own head.

“Fellow Daoist Zong! The Life and Death Induction Chapter!” Li Fan shouted urgently.

Zong Shentong’s movement stopped abruptly. With a flick of his finger, a jade slip flew towards Li Fan.

“Haha, Fellow Daoist Li Fan, I’ll be taking my leave first!”

With that, Zong Shentong continued his fierce downward strike.

However, at this moment, his left palm, seemingly out of his control, suddenly extended and blocked his right palm.

Zong Shentong’s face suddenly turned ferocious.

“Dare to block my path? Die!”

A seven-colored light shot out from his right palm, heading straight for his left palm.

At the same time, another light beam also shot out from his left palm.

The two beams of light collided and cancelled each other out.

However, Zong Shentong himself didn’t stop. He cursed under his breath. It seemed as if there were two deadly enemies within him, fighting a battle to the death against himself.

The seven-colored light flew everywhere, triggering the base’s defensive formation.

Hearing the commotion from outside, He Chen rushed in. Seeing the deranged Zong Shentong, he looked at Li Fan with confusion.

Li Fan shrugged, signaling him not to act rashly.

As time passed, the internal battle between Zong Shentong’s two personalities became increasingly intense. The small Jiaxu base could no longer contain him.

Amidst the constant flashes of seven-colored light, he disappeared into the depths of the Age Devouring White Fog.

The people inside the base started to gossip about the commotion.

Meanwhile, Li Fan quietly entered the cultivation chamber and began to read the jade slip that Zong Shentong had handed over earlier.