It hurts. The autumn, as I noticed the final facial features on the faces of my kids. It hurts, it damage greater than the impression towards the rocks, greater than the cuts and bruises, greater than the damaged leg I acquired. And it undoubtedly damage me greater than after I stopped rolling, and my physique lastly started assessing the injury and sending ache alerts everywhere in the damaged areas.

I could not really feel my face, I did not know if that was a blessing or a curse. However the remainder of my physique was in an infernal agony. I might barely breathe, my lungs have been laboring to get some air in. However with each breath, a pointy ache electrified my chest. My proper leg was twisted misplaced and undoubtedly damaged from the look of it. It is going to be a ache to set it again.

I did not discover at first, however the fall, was fairly excessive. It was so excessive that I could not even see the ledge I used to be thrown off type. This hill or mountain was undoubtedly steep. And the autumn I took ought to have killed anybody instantly. But it surely was all due to this physique, although in my late seventies. I used to be nonetheless stronger than your common man, and undoubtedly extra resilient.

Nevertheless, my resilience won’t save me from the fangs of a starved demon beast. And on this forest, these beasts have been aplenty, or so has lots of my Lucid Spring metropolis had claimed. Numerous its individuals went right here to hunt, however many left their lives right here seeking riches. They have been highly effective and skilled hunters, and I used to be nothing greater than an outdated man, straightforward prey for any that occurs to move close by or fall upon my scent.

I attempted to pull my physique, however I failed miserably, even my arms, which I felt had suffered the least injury, had lastly began broadcasting the ache in them. They have been each bruised, and I in all probability sprained my wrist.

Nonetheless, I tided by way of the agony and managed to get on one knee. I appeared up on the mountain I dropped from. There was no means I might climb again. Maybe I might hint alongside the mountain’s base and find yourself again on the path it led by way of it. I might wait there for a number of days, and a caravan might assist me by then.

This was the plan I set for myself, and I used to be about to execute it. But my physique did not reply. I observed that I used to be shaking, indicators of an incoming shock. If I fall into shock, I’ll undoubtedly by no means get up from it.

I bit the tip of my tongue, it hurts, actually dangerous, but this jerking ache, added upon the fixed ache my physique was feeling woke me up and stopped the shuddering.

‘I’ve to get out of right here,’ I assumed.

I dragged myself ahead, with one barely functioning arm and leg. Feeling utter exhaustion after each transfer. And in not more than ten steps, I fell again to the bottom.

‘This isn’t going to work,’ I mentioned to myself, I wanted a option to mend my damaged physique.

Catching a twig with my hand, I assumed, I might in all probability use this with some rope to place my foot in place. Additionally, with a few stronger and sturdier sticks, I might make a cane.

I laughed to myself, it has been years since I final crafted something. Being town lord had pulled me away from these handbook duties, as I had assigned many individuals to do what I had in my thoughts after presenting them with the corresponding diagrams.

However now, I am again to my beginning days, and that handbook crafting might be the one factor that has supported me, was with me, and by no means betrayed me. Do it your self.

I compelled my hip and twisted my leg, snapping it again to position. The ache was sufficient to drop me unconscious however with one other forceful chew of the tongue, I used to be again.

If I do that extra, I’d find yourself biting my tongue off.

I acquired extra twigs and sticks, positioned them round my foot then strapped them with a bit of fabric I tore from my gown.

Then I dragged myself ahead. Discovering huge sticks for strolling in a forest wasn’t laborious. And I used them to drag myself up. I might now transfer.

However my respiration was turning into an issue, with every breath I took, the extra ache I suffered and this was not good. I concern that considered one of my ribs if no more are damaged, or it had broken or worse, punctured my lung. Although the final possibility was daunting, it was not potential, I used to be nonetheless alive and did not undergo lung failure, but.

As I moved about, I felt a robust gust of wind blowing above me.

Wanting up, I noticed a person, he was floating. It took me a few seconds to comprehend that I used to be not dreaming, and this man was really floating.

He appeared like a middle-aged particular person, sporting cultivator clothes, black and purple.

The one cultivators I ever met have been from the Xuan Fu sect, and others from minor sects, however even amongst these sects, I’ve by no means seen one capable of float within the air.

The person checked out me, with that very same probing gaze that many different ‘docs’ have finished to me.

“You may work,” mentioned the person and with out even touching me, he grasped along with his hand and I used to be lifted off the bottom. Ache, back-breaking ache assaulted my physique, it felt like an invisible titan grabbed my complete physique and I had no say within the matter.

I could not even converse, the stress on my lungs was sufficient to close me up.

The person flew over the forest with a velocity so superb I assumed I used to be on a high-speed jet. He stored transferring above the forest, headed to a path solely he knew. And as soon as once more I had no say within the matter.

I fainted someplace alongside the street. And solely woke as much as the sound of agony. Not mine, however many, many, many others.

I used to be inside a cave, extra like a cavern. Its ceiling was excessive, and it was lit thanks to some torches positioned on the cavern’s partitions. A couple of issues caught my consideration. The primary, a pungent purple-colored pool in the midst of the cave. The second a bronze door, stuffed with symbols, and phrases I did not know what they meant.

And in the midst of this bronze door was a handprint.

Lastly have been the cultivators across the room, there have been 5 of them. Every with totally different clothes, totally different sects. They have been our prisoners.

Sure, I mentioned our, as a result of there was not simply me. The individuals with me, males, girls, kids. Of all ages and races. Darkish, white, brown, and lots of. They have been all held down with some kind of energy that I had simply observed, it precipitated us to stay unmoving, unable to withstand.

And why I say resist, is that considered one of these 5 individuals, a person additionally of center age with darkish lengthy hair and a crimson-colored gown, sat in entrance of the pool, he grabbed the individuals across the cave. And pierced by way of their pores and skin along with his finger. Quickly in order that blood did not even have time to sprout out.

The person would then throw whoever he had pierced by way of into the pool, the place they shout, cry, and scream in utter full insanity.

If I have been to guess, this pool was so painful to the contact that they’d the look of an individual wishing to die the second they touched it.

But every time considered one of these individuals was thrown into the pool, this purple liquid moved as if it had a will of its personal, draining them, drowning them, and finally killing them.

This…liquid, viscous, with a thoughts of its personal, it moved and went by way of these individuals’s mouths, nostrils, ears, and eyes. Then finally dragged them down with out them ever returning again up.

Extra individuals did, and I sat there, unable to do something to withstand my approaching doom.

Destiny? I’ve began believing in it, after I first got here right here, that I will change my life and do one thing with this life. That my physique, although unable to domesticate if I take advantage of my mind nicely sufficient that I might circumvent this case. After which be capable to turn out to be a cultivator.

But what’s destiny when one like these cultivators is ready to bind your life, bend it and do no matter he desires to you with out you ever having the possibility or alternative to transcend his clutch and escape?

What’s life when one can kill you at his whim? Equity? Destiny? I name bullshit…

These have been the final ideas that crossed my thoughts because it was now my flip, I have never even observed how many individuals have been thrown into the pit.

“Seize him,” one other man mentioned. And the one sporting crimson grasped his hand and the identical feeling enveloped my physique, as I used to be being carried by an enormous’s hand and brought all the way in which to the person sporting crimson.

I used to be unable to speak, one thing was stopping me from, all I might do was moan, however they did not care about that. The person was about to pierce by way of my pores and skin and throw me to my dying. And I had no say within the matter. How loathsome.

But earlier than the person might even pierce my pores and skin, the opposite man, the one who introduced me in mentioned, “There isn’t a want, his meridians are already shattered.”

The person carrying me appeared again at me with that very same probing gaze, and shrugged, then threw me to my demise.

It felt dangerous, worse than something I’ve ever suffered earlier than. And if the falling type, a cliffside was similar to a pat on the again, this ache was a full-scale whipping with a notched iron whip. Solely this whip was product of molten metal.

I used to be going to die, and I might do nothing about it.