"I am completely depleted of Element Force, my essence is diminished..."
Wang Daode's words became intermittent, needing to take deep breaths frequently.
He struggled to tear open his chest's clothing, revealing hideous scars like maggots on his chest, "This kind of injury is almost certain death, unable to be reversed, but I relied on my own willpower to endure it, and I'm still alive now. Tell me, isn't my life tough..."
"In the Chang'an Years, my father fell, the Longevity Fire abruptly extinguished. I adopted the method of lighting a lamp to incorporate the Longevity Fire Seed within my body. The lamp oil was my vital essence, every day, every hour, every moment, I suffered the pain of flames scorching my body." Wang Daode's throat surged, his gaze began to scatter.
The old Taoist was very thin, even appearing somewhat stooped, with scars on his body revealing jagged bones.
Even in such a broken body, it constantly endured the pain of flames scorching for millennia.
