ETERNAL MARTIAL EMPEROR - SEASON 6 EPISODE 84

The Mystic Dharmic Lotus Sutra, something that could create endless waves of bloodshed in the cultivation world, was now in the hands of an unknown little monk.

There was no fighting or bloodshed here.

In fact, the little monk even chose to share it from his own accord.

This was honestly quite an irony.

What was even more ironic was that now that Su Zimo had finally caught sight of the Mystic Dharmic Lotus Sutra, he had already lost his ability to cultivate.

Although the Mystic Dharmic Lotus Sutra was a supreme secret classic of the Buddhist sects, it could not help someone with a shattered dantian and lost cultivation recultivate again.

Dao Being Xuan Yu was way too ruthless!

He had severed all of Su Zimo’s hopes with a single punch and kick!

Gripping his fists tightly, Su Zimo reared his head slightly with an unyielding look in his eyes.

Nobody can make me stop in my tracks!

Nobody can stop my path forward!

Even with such a blow, Su Zimo had no intention of giving up.

He was not going to bow down to fate!

Someone had once altered his fate for him painstakingly.

If he admitted defeat at this moment, it would be equivalent to letting that person down!

Su Zimo assumed a lotus position and started feeling for spirit qi around him, gathering them bit by bit towards his dantian.

After entering his body and dantian, spirit qi dispersed immediately without lingering.

Right now, his dantian was like a bottomless black hole, devouring everything.

Su Zimo did not give up at all.

He continued gathering and condensing qi while watching it dissipate right before his very eyes.

The cycle continued.

A month passed.

Two months passed.

In the blink of an eye, six months passed.

Su Zimo’s injuries had long healed completely. However, his body’s condition had not taken a turn for the better.

Isolated from the outside world, there was no flesh with lifeforce or universal treasures here.

If they were hungry, these two men and one fox would get some vegetables and fruits from the plantation.

If they were thirsty, they would drink water from deep underground with a well.

For cultivators, this was nothing much.

Cultivators cultivated by absorbing spirit qi around them to raise their cultivation realms.

However, demonic cultivation required a large amount of lifeforce!

For the past year, Su Zimo’s Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness seemed to have stagnated and his Inner Core was still webbed with tears without any signs of recovering.

In terms of immortality cultivation, the qi that he had condensed for the past half a year had not triggered any reaction from his dantian.

His dantian was still empty and hollow.

Of course, Su Zimo’s half a year had not gone to waste entirely either.

There were many secret classics of the Buddhist sects littered across the Sutra Chamber.

To his surprise, he realized that he could actually understand these initially dry and incomprehensible sutras!

It was as though he had been enlightened.

Time was fleeting and in the blink of an eye, another six months passed.

Su Zimo had already been at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley for almost a year now.

His Inner Core had not shown any signs of recovery in this one year.

The dantian in his abdomen was also like a swamp of still water, dead without any fluctuations to it.

Su Zimo’s gaze was no longer as resolute and unshakable as before.

Was he going to continue to cultivate like this foolishly?

When would a miracle finally happen?

After mulling in the courtyard, Su Zimo made a decision and opened up his storage, retrieving the 10,000 Year Vermilion Fruit from it.

The Vermilion Fruit was bright red and shiny, emitting a burning energy.

The 10,000 Year Vermilion Fruit had absorbed way too much blood from too many people!

It wasn’t just the younger generation of the North Region – there were even hundreds of Nascent Souls that died!

Taking a deep breath of air, Su Zimo devoured the Vermilion Fruit in a single mouthful and assumed a lotus position, experiencing the changes in his body.

The Vermilion Fruit contained a tremendous amount of lifeforce.

The lifeforce turned into a violent cyclone that rippled through his entire body, cruising through his bloodline, flesh, bones, tendons and organs!

Su Zimo composed himself, directing the rampant cyclone towards his dantian.

Normally speaking, the power of a Vermilion Fruit was enough to help a Golden Core advance a single minor realm!

In other words, if it was a late-stage Golden Core that devoured the Vermilion Fruit, he would be able to get to perfected Golden Core realm right away and would only be a half-step away from the Nascent Soul realm!

Su Zimo did not dream that he would be able to recover his cultivation.

He merely hoped that he could retain some spirit qi in his dantian, even if he had to return back to Level 1 Qi Condensation.

Unfortunately, after that rampant cyclone of energy entered his dantian, it did not create much impact and was wiped away cleanly by the black hole dantian without any trace at all!

Su Zimo opened his eyes, looking a little lost and desolate.

For the past year, he had experienced countless defeats but the thought of giving up had never crossed his mind.

And yet, right now, his determination sank and his conviction wavered.

Sensing Su Zimo’s disappointment, the little fox had a worried expression and rubbed her cheeks against Su Zimo’s arm to console him.

“Little thing, I’m sorry. I’ve implicated you,”

Su Zimo stroked the little fox’s spine and smiled in irony. “Initially, I wanted to take you away and leave that desolate underground cave. To think that we would end up in another cave of sorts.”

“Heeya! Heeya!”

Although the little fox could not speak in human tongue, she waved her pair of paws and breathed in before gesturing above her head.

Su Zimo understood.

The little fox was saying that it was great here – the skies were vast and she could breathe fresh air daily.

Thereafter, the little fox pointed to herself before pointing to Su Zimo. Her watery huge eyes blinked and she flushed in an extremely charming manner.

Su Zimo’s head was lowered and he did not catch sight of it, merely smiling in a dazed manner.

He had suddenly realized that there was a high chance he would be trapped at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley for his entire life, aging and waiting for his lifespan to wear out.

There was no need to think about revenge.

Less than that, there was no need to think about pursuing Die Yue.

At that moment, the Sanskrit reverberated through the old temple.

“Everything is Dharmic and illusory; like lightning, life is merely fleeting.”

The Sanskrit sounded like heavenly flutes, reaching the depths of one’s soul. Compared to the little monk’s Sanskrit, it was even more moving and possessed a Dharmic power of tranquility!

Instantly, Su Zimo’s worries lessened considerably.

He turned towards the voice.

Within the old temple, the wooden doors of the grand hall creaked open.

The light inside was dim and a vague figure of a monk could be seen from the haziness. His beard was white and he was extremely skinny, sitting on the floor.

The little monk’s master had finally exited his seclusion!

Taking a deep breath of air, Su Zimo bowed deeply and said in a deep voice, “Greetings, reverend.”

“Patron, you are troubled in your mind?” The old monk had a warm and compassionate voice.

Pursing his lips, Su Zimo asked, “Reverend, may I ask if there’s any hope of recovery with my destroyed dantian and ruined Golden Core?”

“I don’t know.”

There was a long silence in the grand hall before those three words were uttered.

The old monk’s voice continued, “Throughout history, there had never been anyone who could continue cultivating with a destroyed dantian.”

When he heard that, Su Zimo smiled bitterly.

Was he still going to lose to fate at the end of the day?

Suddenly, the old monk steered the conversation in another direction. “However, nothing is absolute. You might be able to tide through this tribulation, patron.”

“Hmm?”

Su Zimo’s expression changed – the old monk seemed to be implying something.

The old monk said, “If you enter the grand hall, you might be able to find some answers, patron.”

Su Zimo raised his brow. Although he was puzzled, he still stepped foot into the grand hall.

Candles lit up one after another on both sides of the grand hall.

Su Zimo peered over the old monk and his gaze landed on the walls on the opposite end of the grand hall.

Shuddering, his eyes lit up with a sparkle that was brighter than stars!

There was a saying on the wall.

“To become one of the greatest, you have to work on the foundation and be willing to take hardship and serve others!”