灵气崩坏：地球上最后一个修炼者

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In the vast expanse of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains,

Where sheer cliffs rise and ancient trees pierce the sky,

A solitary Taoist temple stands amidst the clouds atop the peak.

In front of the temple, two figures stand—

An elder and a youth.

"Lin Feng, a decade has passed. You have become invincible in the mundane world. It is time for you to descend the mountain,"

The elder's voice is weathered and full of age.

"If you wish to beat me, just say it outright,"

Lin Feng's gaze towards the elder is filled with deep resentment.

The elder falls silent for a moment, then says, "Actually, when I beat you, it is for your own good."

"Heh..."

Lin Feng responds with a cold laugh, remaining silent.

"Lin Feng, do you harbor great hatred towards me?"

"I used to."

"And now?"

"Now it no longer matters. Ten years have passed. Speaking of it is meaningless."

"Yes, it is meaningless. How many decades does one have in life..."

"Time is like a blade, severing the pride of the heavens."

"Even someone as strong as I could not reach that distant shore,"

The elder sighs deeply.

He laboriously raises his gaze to the distant sky.

At this moment, the setting sun bathes the sky in hues of dusk.

The evening glow melds with the clouds, casting a sublime radiance over the vast mountain forests.

"The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but it is near dusk."

The elder laments and then adds,

"Lin Feng, could you call me Master one last time?"

Lin Feng lowers his head, a constant cold smile lingering on his lips.

The elder, seeming accustomed to this, continues speaking to himself.

"Lin Feng, what do you think the Immortal Realm is like?"

"Lin Feng, I want to eat dumplings."

"Lin Feng, my tooth hurts..."

The scene gradually falls silent.

"Woo~"

The evening breeze picks up, bringing a hint of chill.

After a while, Lin Feng senses something amiss and looks up at the elder,

Only to find that the elder's eyes are closed, devoid of any breath.

Seeing this,

Lin Feng rushes forward, lifting the elder's lifeless body with a cold voice:

"You wanted to trick me down the mountain and find a reason to beat me, didn't you? Must you resort to such absurdity as feigning death?"

But...

No matter how Lin Feng spoke,

The elder remained unresponsive,

His face turning gradually purple, and his body growing colder.

The emaciated figure weighed less than eighty pounds, lacking the ethereal presence of years past.