All the engravings have been browsed over and over again, deeply etched in memories, transforming into individual figures...
Suddenly, there was a faint breathing sound in her mind, a slow and deep exhale.
Snap, she fell down.
She opened her eyes, with a trace of regret in them.
She was so close to enlightenment.
Turning her head, she saw a poorly dressed young boy bleeding from his seven orifices, collapsed and unable to get up, about ten meters to her left.
The people nearby were unfazed.
"Tsk, just another pathetic fool trying to forcibly gain insight and getting backfired."
"Little brat, how stupid."
Those who still have time to mock others are not truly cultivators.
Nor are they people with a benevolent heart.
"Hey, no one's caring for this little brat blocking the way.... Why is no one taking him to Wooden Baby Court to save his life...."
