Chapter 1119 - 1119 73 Destiny_3

Chapter 1119: Chapter 73 Destiny_3 Chapter 1119: Chapter 73 Destiny_3 …

“It’s no longer working…”

Li Yingfu stood beside the old man whose body was like dry bones, covered with bloodstains, his consciousness already blurred.

Looking at Wang Ba, he subtly shook his head slightly.

Wang Ba looked at the disfigured old man before him, his heart sinking a bit.

It was both worry and full of confusion.

“Wang Xu…

How could he be here?”

He had just noticed some activity and went out to check.

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At first, he thought it was just someone from the primitive Demonic Sect obstructing a True Martial Cultivator.

However, the moment he saw the old man, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

After a careful recognition, he immediately identified the person’s identity.

It was none other than Wang Xu, the refugee who was supposed to have died in the battle at Juhai City decades ago.

After the battle for the capital of West Sea Country, he returned to the capital and even conducted a search.

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But he couldn’t find any survivors.

Among those he and the Cultivators of Longevity Sect had saved, there was no Wang Xu.

He had always thought that Wang Xu had died long ago, never expecting to encounter him again over hundreds of thousands of miles away, on the North Sea.

To tell the truth, he didn’t want to get involved in this affair.

Not to mention that the primitive Demonic Sect and Wanxiang Sect were now allies, even if only superficially.

The key was that Wang Xu was now clearly a True Martial Cultivator, and behind a True Martial Cultivator, there were evidently ties to the Three Continents’ Cultivators.

Although he was unclear why Wang Xu had gotten involved with the Three Continents’ Cultivators who destroyed the West Sea Country, he also didn’t want to get mixed up in it.

However, when Wang Xu chose to confront the three Demon Sect cultivators instead of dragging him down, he ultimately still developed a sense of compassion.

“What about the other elixirs we brought this time?”

Wang Ba pondered for a moment but still spoke up.

Li Yingfu frowned and said:

“His body has completely collapsed, and he has no mana left.

The elixirs we brought are unlikely to be effective for him.

If it weren’t for the spirit food you provided as Chief Division Master to sustain him temporarily, by now, he would have probably died from blood energy chaos…

The cultivation method of this True Martial Cultivator is really too strange and overbearing, leaving no room for manoeuvre, cruel and ruthless, even toward oneself.

This is probably also why they are short-lived, which is utterly different from our cultivation method that aims to extend life.”

Wang Ba nodded.

But at this moment, the old man seemed to suddenly regain some clarity in his consciousness.

His wrinkled eyelids snapped open, and he struggled to lift his head, looking around.

When he saw Wang Ba’s familiar face that hadn’t changed for decades, he suddenly paused.

The soft tissues of his throat and the flesh around it had been destroyed; he could only produce a deep voice by resonating with his bones:

“Immortal…

I…

I am Wang Xu!”

“I know, I know.”

Wang Ba, feeling the life force of the other party nearing collapse, was filled with complexity.

He still remembered the first time they met during the refugee migration, when the old man before him was a young man full of vigor and astonishing resolve.

Daring to stop cultivators to save his mother.

At that time, although he was just a mortal, he dared to ask him for the cultivation method.

Such ambition, such youthful exuberance.

But in the blink of an eye, decades had passed, and the spirited youth of the past had been ground down by the years into his current appearance…

and was even on the verge of life’s conclusion.

The old man’s consciousness was sometimes clear but also sometimes confused, rambling to himself:

“My…

My wife Wen Yin, I have mentioned you to her many times…

My mother also recovered well after you greeted her…”

“I almost had a child…”

“But then one day, those Puppet Masters from Dao Sheng Continent came…

I tried hard, I fought with all my strength, but I still couldn’t save Wen Yin, I still couldn’t save my mother…”

The corners of his eyes, filled with blood vessels, should have had tears streaming down, but they had dried up from weeping night after night in the past.

He had no tears left.

He just mechanically, incessantly talked on.

For so many years, he had no one to confide in.

Countless hatreds and despairs, like venomous insects, gnawed at his heart every deep night.

But at the sight of Wang Ba, it was as if he had found an elder to rely on.

“They all died in my arms…

Only I survived…

They took me away, and whatever they arranged for me to do, I did.

I wanted to live, I wanted to take revenge for Wen Yin and my mother…”

His consciousness was sometimes clear, sometimes foggy.

Looking at the old man before him, a trace of pity finally flashed in Wang Ba’s eyes.

He suddenly interrupted:

“I have a way that might let you live again…

but given your current condition, it is more likely that you will die immediately.”

The old man was momentarily stunned.

In his wooden, cloudy eyes, a spark suddenly flared!

He grabbed Wang Ba’s arm with difficulty, without a moment’s hesitation:

“I…

I want it!”