Supreme Saint Of World

As he did so, the old dog rolled its eyes and barked in a shocking manner. The old dog that was on the verge of death began to struggle vigorously, as if it was reviving!    

Seeing the old dog's violent movements, he wanted to exert some strength in his hand a few times. In the end, he did not have the strength to do so. Instead, he gently placed the dog on the ground.    

As soon as the old dog landed on the ground, it kicked off with its four legs and ran backwards. There was a hint of panic on its face. At the same time, it heaved a sigh of relief.    

"You're right, I was wrong!"    

The tall and sturdy old body that was originally covered in armor actually started to melt slowly, revealing a naked youth dressed in black with long hair and scarlet eyes. He looked at Su Zi Mo with a dejected look and said:    

"I have lost!" This trial was not to comprehend other Concepts, but to temper one's own Concept! When I train in life and death, I believe that I have seen through life and death. However, the natural laws of the world, such as blooming and wilting, spring and autumn, come and go, I never thought that I only understand the life and death of others that I impose on them, not the road to life and death! The Great Way of Life and Death is indeed mysterious.    

Following the end of the silent voice, a clap of thunder suddenly resounded in the sky, followed by a gigantic spatial crack that was tens of thousands of meters wide. A green sun rose from the crack, followed by a thousand-meter-long white jade palm that looked like a milky white ancient divine mountain descending from the sky.    

"Tsk tsk, there are still four people. You'd better endure for a while longer. The longer you endure, the stronger the Soul Formation aura inside your body will be, and the more delicious your own domain will be!" "If I absorb all of you, I can probably try to break through to the Maharet Realm too!" "Hahahaha!" "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!    

Not long after Tian Yin left, the huge fissure in the sky disappeared. However, the surrounding space was still shaken. However, the inhabitants within did not sense anything.    

Only the four people standing in the academy were trembling violently, among them, other than Chen Fan's three people, their bodies were more or less slightly distorted, revealing a trace of faint cultivator characteristics. Although they were quickly suppressed, their eyes already revealed twisted expressions of despair.    

Among these three people, one of them was a fat middle-aged marquis. He wore luxurious silk clothing, and although his temples were slightly white, his ruddy complexion showed that he came from a rich family.    

There were two people left. One was a hermit wearing a black robe and a felt hat, and the other was a peddler who wore coarse clothes. Although his face was full of vicissitudes, he had an excited smile on his face.    

The three of them, together with Chen Fan, who looked like a scholar, together made up the last four students of Zhuan Lun!    

The cold had died down, and twenty years had passed since his silent death. Chen Fan's long white hair had already fallen to his waist, and the white had also spread to the ends of his hair. His entire body was hunched, with drooping eyes and a turbid light in his eyes.    

This year, Chen Fan was already seventy years old, and could be considered old among the mortals. In this year, Chen Fan was still reading books day after day, year after year, more than just tens of thousands of scrolls placed by his side. In just a few decades of time, Chen Fan had repeatedly read over a hundred scrolls, almost to the point of not being able to flip a single book.    

There were no longer any of the three cultivators sitting beside him.    

Fifteen years ago, that extravagant king could no longer continue to pretend to be a rich and powerful individual and chose to commit suicide.    

Ten years ago, that hermit had been hiding among the mountains and rivers, hoping that his dao heart would not collapse. However, in the end, it was all in vain.    

Although the last peddler didn't have any money, he lived a very happy life. Not only did he take a beautiful lady, but he also left a few fat children. The family was very happy, and he also lived until he was sixty-five, but he died due to a serious illness.    

Although he couldn't avoid death in the end, he was the only person in this mortal world that hadn't been devoured by Nan Tongtian.    

Before he died, the peddler found Chen Fan and said,    

"The path I chose is not the path of becoming a god, but the path of becoming a mortal! It took me ten years to think of this path. In the end, it took me over forty years to realize. Right now, there is not a single bit of cultivation left in my body. I am already a complete mortal! However, this is my path, not yours! "Chen Fan, you are the most talented cultivator among us. I'm sure you can walk a path that will prevent you from being consumed by Nan Tongtian without even having to transform into a mortal!"    

After saying these words, the peddler drove away with a smile on his face. It was as if death was not a pain for him, but a different kind of relief.    

And just like that, Chen Fan became the last person in the entire sculpture space!    

All of a sudden, it began raining heavily outside the Scripture Academy. Outside the window, a butterfly whose wings had been punctured by the raindrops, slowly flew into the room and slowly landed on the book in front of Chen Fan. It was already on its last breath.    

"No matter how bright and beautiful one's appearance is, living in this world is not an ant that can escape this natural disaster. Humans are like ants. No matter how hard they try to cultivate, they will always be surrounded by natural disasters and man-made disasters."    

Chen Fan pushed all of the books in front of him to the side. His murky eyes finally revealed a trace of despair.    

Having a mortal body that had endured for fifty years, his Dao Heart could no longer withstand it. At this moment, Chen Fan's body was covered in a faint aura of light, and a young cultivator dressed in black was on the verge of walking out.    

Just as Chen Fan's body began to change, a ten-thousand-meter-large spatial crack suddenly appeared in the sky. Following which, a small green sun flew out from it. Its intense light shone down, and the sound of strange laughter could be heard.    

The direction in which the crack appeared was where the leaden cloud in the sky was torn apart. Countless drops of rain fell to the two sides.    

"Chen Fan, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" I did not expect you to be able to last this long in this sculpture space. Even though you have only spent fifty years in it and only spent five months outside, I can't wait any longer! "    

As he spoke, Nan Tongtian's giant, milky-white palm descended from the sky like an ancient divine mountain, grabbing towards Chen Fan's direction. Wherever it went, spatial cracks would appear.    

Just as Nan Tongtian's jade-like hands were about to grab Chen Fan, Su Zimo, who was already old and decrepit, suddenly stood up. His turbid eyes revealed a hint of light and a surge of righteous aura rushed into the sky.