Chapter 366: The Mystic Life-and-Death Art

"Between life and death, there is great terror!"

"Between life and death, there is also great Opportunity!"

"When facing the threat of death, ordinary Mortals will unleash power far exceeding their usual limits. How much more so for us Cultivators?"

Zhong Shentong's expression became serious, and he said solemnly.

"As the saying goes, the greater the pressure, the greater the motivation. What pressure could be more intense than death?"

"By utilizing the line of death, one's Cultivation speed and comprehension ability will be a thousand times greater than usual."

"This is my personal experience; it is absolutely true!"

"If you, Fellow Daoist, can master this power, reaching the Nascent Soul stage before your Lifespan ends will absolutely not be a difficult task!"

Zhong Shentong declared with certainty.

"If it is truly as you say, Fellow Daoist, then why are there Cultivators in this world who are trapped for a lifetime and unable to achieve a Breakthrough until they die?" Li Fan said somewhat helplessly.

Zhong Shentong was slightly taken aback. After thinking seriously for a moment, he quickly found the answer.

"That must be because they are not afraid enough of death!"

"I understand! You are now transcendent and open-minded, having put life and death out of your mind. You are worried that you cannot utilize the pressure of the line of death to Cultivate, right!" Zhong Shentong suddenly realized.

"Do not worry. The Mystic Life-and-Death Art that I Cultivate contains a 'Life-and-Death Perception Chapter.' After studying it, one can fully comprehend the preciousness of life and the terror of death."

Li Fan carefully examined the old Daoist before him.

He felt that this Zhong Shentong's way of thinking was somewhat different from ordinary people.

Could it be that Cultivating this so-called Mystic Life-and-Death Art has broken his brain? He just tells someone he's meeting for the first time about the Cultivation Technique he practices?

He replied seriously: "Your Cultivation Technique is profound and miraculous, Fellow Daoist. I admire it."

"However, one cannot practice multiple techniques simultaneously. I am afraid I do not have the fortune to accept your technique…"

Zhong Shentong interrupted Li Fan dismissively: "This is the reason why I came to seek you out, Fellow Daoist."

"Please teach me, Fellow Daoist, how can one put life and death out of one's mind?"

"How can one be like you, Fellow Daoist, and not fear death?"

"If I could overcome the fear of death, then surely I, this old Daoist, could be liberated!"

Zhong Shentong said somewhat urgently.

Upon hearing this, Li Fan was suddenly stunned.

"Fellow Daoist Zhong, you…"

Zhong Shentong waved his hand: "I know you might not understand, Fellow Daoist. But the fact is, I truly do not want to live anymore."

"I have lived in this world for one hundred and sixty-eight years, seeing all the coldness and warmth of the world."

"Everything in this world, to me, has no joy left."

"Fighting back and forth for Cultivation Techniques, treasures, territory, and Lifespan…"

"Heh, I just find them noisy."

"If it were possible, I would have ended my own life long ago."

Speaking of this, a trace of helplessness flashed in Zhong Shentong's eyes: "But the Mystic Life-and-Death Art I practice causes me to be completely unable to resist the instinctive fear of death in my heart."

"Whenever I have thoughts of suicide or make attempts to take my own life, my instincts force me to do things against my will."

"In order to stop Cultivating, I even thought about handing the Cultivation Technique to other Cultivators to practice."

"But often, shortly after, feeling my Cultivation speed slowing down more and more, as if I am getting closer and closer to death, I lose my sanity and find and kill them."

"That is why, after hearing about your deeds of not fearing death, I traveled thousands of miles to seek your advice."

Zhong Shentong said sincerely.

Li Fan remained silent.

If Li Fan was a persistent seeker of longevity, then this Zhong Shentong was a suicidal person who had lived enough.

However, he was tragically bound by his own Cultivation Technique, unable to carry out suicidal actions.

Leading to a painful state of somewhat split personality.

"Can you not even disperse your Cultivation?" Li Fan asked.

Zhong Shentong shook his head with a bitter smile.

"This Mystic Life-and-Death Art is truly strange." Li Fan thought to himself upon hearing this.

Regarding Zhong Shentong's current situation, Li Fan could only be helpless.

Li Fan was not someone who didn't fear life and death; he simply couldn't die.

If he really encountered something that could truly threaten his life, he would definitely run faster than anyone else.

After thinking for a moment, Li Fan also said very sincerely: "My situation might be useless to you, Fellow Daoist."

"I am just naturally open-minded; there is nothing else special about me."

Zhong Shentong quickly said: "I understand. I understand."

"But the fear of death is human nature. How exactly did you overcome it, Fellow Daoist?"

Seeing that he would not give up until he reached his goal, Li Fan had no choice but to make something up: "It is not that I am not afraid. I just wonder, when a person dies, is it really the end?"

"Perhaps, after death, that is when one is truly alive, right?"

"Have you ever heard the story of the 'Brain in a Vat', Fellow Daoist?"

"Or perhaps have you heard the rumors of 'True Dreams'?"

Li Fan said whatever came to his mind.

Zhong Shentong's eyes, however, grew brighter and brighter.

"Listening to your words is worth more than a hundred years of cultivation."

"Correct, correct. Death is not the end, but the ushering in of a true rebirth." After listening to Li Fan, he seemed to fall into a daze, muttering to himself.

"There is simply no need to fear…"

I do not know how much time passed, but his expression became relieved, as if he had attained great enlightenment.

A dangerous Seven-Colored Divine Light suddenly appeared on the old Daoist's body.

Zhong Shentong himself sneered: "You still want to try and scare me. This old Daoist has already attained enlightenment."

"They are all just illusions. Death is life; only when everything is dead can there be life!"

The Seven-Colored Divine Light circulated faster and faster. Li Fan secretly felt that something was wrong and quietly retreated.

"See through everything, foresee the truth!"

Zhong Shentong raised his right palm, his expression resolute, about to strike down on his own head.

"Fellow Daoist Zhong! The 'Life-and-Death Perception Chapter'!"

Li Fan shouted.

Zhong Shentong's movement stopped instantly.

With a gentle flick of his finger, a Jade Slip flew toward Li Fan.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Li Fan, I go one step ahead!"

Having said that, Zhong Shentong continued to strike down fiercely.

Just at this moment, his left palm, uncontrolled, suddenly stretched out and blocked his right palm.

Zhong Shentong's expression suddenly became ferocious.

"You dare to block my path? Die!"

A streak of Seven-Colored Divine Light shot from his right palm, heading straight for his left palm.

At the same time, another streak of light shot out from his left palm in time.

After the two streaks of light collided, they canceled each other out.

However, Zhong Shentong himself did not stop, muttering curses under his breath.

At the same time, it was as if there were two archenemies inside his body; move by move, he fought a life-and-death battle with himself.

The Seven-Colored Divine Light flew everywhere, triggering the defensive Formation within the outpost.

Meanwhile, He Chen, who was outside, heard the commotion inside and hurriedly rushed in.

Seeing the crazed Zhong Shentong, he looked at Li Fan in astonishment.

Li Fan shrugged, signaling him not to act rashly.

As time passed, the battle between the two personalities within Zhong Shentong became increasingly intense.

The small Jiaxu Outpost could no longer contain him.

Amidst the constant flashing of the Seven-Colored Divine Light, he disappeared into the depths of the Devouring Yuan White Mist.

The onlookers in the outpost were whispering to each other.

Meanwhile, Li Fan quietly went to the Cultivation chamber to read the Jade Slip that Zhong Shentong had handed over earlier.