Inside Feixue Palace, Lü Yang sat cross-legged for a full day and night. The divinatory gestures of his fingers never ceased, and his handsome face grew visibly haggard.
Strands of frost-white had even appeared amid his once jet-black hair.
This was a rare sight on a Foundation-Stage Cultivator.
Let alone on Lü Yang, a Perfected Person at the Peak of Foundation Establishment and the strongest below the Golden Core. For him to become so worn out showed just how immense his expenditure had been.
Throughout that day and night, he had tried to divine a way to break the deadlock, but the results were always pitch-black. In the face of absolute power, all his schemes were as meaningless as an ant trying to shake a tree. His only other option was to give up on the[Fruit of Celestial Fire], kill himself to start over, and choose an Ordinary Fruit next time.
Without a doubt, that was a much easier path.
