The spiritual energy from the Cold Mirror Wall seeped out inch by inch, mercilessly invading Zhang Jingmo's dantian.

Zhang Jingmo's dantian, already sealed by Luo'e Pill, felt as if a knife was being forcibly squeezed in, stabbing him to the point he could barely speak.

If Luo'e Pill's power was like a wall, then the Cold Mirror Wall was like a hammer, smashing that wall to pieces inch by inch before viciously squeezing in.

This feeling was naturally excruciating for Zhang Jingmo. His internal organs seemed to churn into a ball, constantly writhing and rolling. He vomited mouthfuls of blood, looking as if he couldn't hold on for even a moment.

Seeing Zhang Jingmo in such a wretched state naturally made Daoist Cen happy. He even began to speculate that Zhang Jingmo's earlier words were just empty boasts.

But what made Daoist Cen uneasy was that despite being in such a miserable state, not a trace of panic showed on Zhang Jingmo's face. The ease in his eyes didn't at all seem like that of someone heavily injured with a bleak future ahead.

Daoist Cen felt alarmed seeing this. His lips moved a few times but no words came out. He was already afraid, afraid of hearing an answer from Zhang Jingmo that he couldn't accept.

Time passed exceptionally slowly. Zhang Jingmo lay on the ground, seemingly already unconscious. He felt as if he was being tortured endlessly, the pain in his dantian and meridians unbearable. In Zhang Jingmo's over 120 previous lives, he had experienced the might of the Cold Mirror Wall. He thought he would be more prepared this time, but still miscalculated.

With his dantian sealed by Luo'e Pill, it meant Zhang Jingmo couldn't use spiritual power to protect himself and could only endure the agony.

In the end, Zhang Jingmo couldn't hold on and slowly closed his eyes, falling unconscious. However, before long, the excruciating pain forced him to wake again.

Elder Cen sitting to the side was also suffering. Even worse, he had an added layer of mental torment compared to Zhang Jingmo. Although he told himself Zhang Jingmo was just boasting arrogantly, deep down he had already accepted what Zhang Jingmo said as fact.

Gritting their teeth, they endured for several dozen days. On the second to last day, Zhang Jingmo practically crawled to drip his essence blood on the Cold Mirror Wall.

The instant Zhang Jingmo's essence blood fell, the Cold Mirror Wall began emitting a faint humming sound, as if responding to his actions.

Hearing this sound, Zhang Jingmo suddenly felt his dantian relax. The originally pervasive chilling spiritual energy finally turned much gentler. Zhang Jingmo let out a breath and collapsed back onto the ground.

At this point, Elder Cen was not much better off than Zhang Jingmo. Despite being a Golden Core stage cultivator, he no longer had the strength to sit and could only lie on the ground.

The two men's wretched states were seen by those outside. Elder Cen didn't have many connections so it wasn't a big deal. But for Zhang Jingmo, Yu Fen and Ji Jinglun waiting outside could no longer bear to keep watching.

Another day passed. Seeing the 49 day deadline about to be reached, the Cold Mirror Wall's humming grew louder and louder. The others hearing this humming all felt their minds clear and bodies refreshed. Only Elder Cen inside the Cold Mirror Wall had his painful moans grow louder.

That sound was like a tune of death, stimulating Elder Cen to continuously bleed from his mouth and nose. He rolled on the ground miserably like an insect, completely disregarding his image.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingmo revealed a mocking smile.

On this final day, Zhang Jingmo's condition got better and better, while Elder Cen directly fell unconscious. Just as the Cold Mirror Wall was about to close, he suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream, his whole body convulsing.

Following that, Elder Cen's aura disappeared. Zhang Jingmo chuckled a few times, then saw the Cold Mirror Wall retract its barrier, letting the disciples outside enter.

Yu Fen and Ji Jinglun rushed straight to Zhang Jingmo the moment they entered, supporting the already feeble-looking Zhang Jingmo.

Yu Fen said angrily, "Zhang Jingmo, did a donkey kick your brain? You actually took the initiative to come to this Cold Mirror Wall. Don't you know how dangerous this is?"

Zhang Jingmo said with a bitter smile, "Don't scold me anymore. I don't have the strength to listen to you scold me."

Despite saying this, Yu Fen still carried Zhang Jingmo on his back. He sighed, "Seeing you still able to joke around after coming out, did you not suffer enough?"

On this final day, the Sect Master also waited outside. At this moment he stood beside Zhang Jingmo, though no one paid him any attention for a while.

Zhang Jingmo's vision was black from the pain and he naturally had no strength to see who was around him. Ji Jinglun and Yu Fen very tactfully did not speak to the Sect Master, seemingly a bit resentful that the Sect Master had no intention of dissuading Zhang Jingmo.

Seeing this, the Sect Master could only smile bitterly. He couldn't say that he had already tried to persuade Zhang Jingmo but Zhang Jingmo didn't listen to a single word, right? As the sect leader, it was indeed his dereliction of duty to fail to stop these two.

The most miserable one at this time had to be the nearly forgotten Elder Cen.

The Cold Mirror Wall's final wave of spiritual energy destroyed Elder Cen's dantian. In this life, he could only be an ordinary person and could never again take a single step into the path of cultivation.

Blood flowed from Elder Cen's mouth and nose as he lay on the ground with no one coming to support him. Everyone let him lie there alone. It was still fine while he was unconscious. If he were awake, he would probably faint from anger.

In the end, it was the Sect Master who thought it improper for an elder of the sect to lie there for too long. He could only randomly call a couple disciples to send Elder Cen back to his own cave abode.

After exiting the Cold Mirror Wall, Zhang Jingmo felt all the meridians in his body relaxed, as if they had been completely unblocked. He closed his eyes and groaned while on Yu Fen's back.

Hearing this, several veins popped on Yu Fen's forehead. He said angrily, "Zhang Jingmo, are you about to die?"

The white clothes on Zhang Jingmo's body had long been dyed completely red with blood. There was even some blood on his face. Hearing Yu Fen say this, he said helplessly, "What are you getting angry about..."

Yu Fen said, "I can't be angry? Right, right, right, I shouldn't be angry. If you want to court death, it's none of my business. Why should I be angry at you?" His words were full of rage, but his actions were still gentle as he placed Zhang Jingmo on the bed.

Zhang Jingmo knew his good friend's temperament well. He said, "I'm really fine."

Yu Fen angrily said, "Fine? You call this fine?" As he spoke, he grabbed Zhang Jingmo's pulse point and pinched it for a moment before getting even angrier. "You call this fine?"

Zhang Jingmo couldn't explain the details to Yu Fen, so he could only say, "Yu Fen, don't be anxious. I know what I'm doing."

Yu Fen sneered, "I originally thought I would die after you, but now it seems uncertain. Zhang Jingmo, if you die, I won't even bother burying you. I'll just set you on fire and be done with it."

Hearing these words, Zhang Jingmo suddenly recalled a lifetime where, after Yu Fen's death, he had set his corpse on fire, which coincidentally matched his Daoist friend's name - Yu Fen, Yu Fen, ending in Fen*.

*T/N: Fen means burning.

Seeing Zhang Jingmo not speaking, Yu Fen thought he was feeling guilty. He said, "Zhang Jingmo, I thought you were a smart person, but I never imagined you would do such a foolish thing. I really am, really am..." He got so angry that he couldn't even finish his own words.

Zhang Jingmo wanted to laugh seeing this, but he didn't dare. He coughed dryly a couple of times and pretended to be weak, "Yu Fen, don't say anymore. I'm in a lot of pain..."

With Zhang Jingmo showing weakness, Yu Fen quickly reined in his anger. He said, "Alright, alright, I'm too lazy to scold you. I've already found a physician for you. I'll have him come take a look at you right away."

After saying this, he casually released a paper crane.

As Zhang Jingmo's disciple, Ji Jinglun also couldn't very well criticize Zhang Jingmo for anything. He just informed Zhang Jingmo of a piece of news, saying that Lu Guijiu had sent a letter back saying he would return on a selected date.

Hearing this, Zhang Jingmo was a bit unhappy. He said, "In these ten years, he hasn't sent back a single letter?"

Ji Jinglun nodded, a bit helplessly.

Zhang Jingmo angrily said, "This untamable wolf cub, always thinking about running off all day long. Not sending back a single letter in over ten years. When he returns this time, I must break his legs."

Seeing Zhang Jingmo like this, Ji Jinglun just silently thought to himself: Little junior brother probably knows you're still at Kuchan Valley, so that's why he hasn't sent any letters back.

But he didn't say this out loud, just telling Zhang Jingmo to quell his anger.

Not long after Yu Fen released the paper crane, Lingxu Sect's most famous physician arrived. This physician had also been using pills refined by Zhang Jingmo year-round, so naturally he had to give Zhang Jingmo some face.

The physician took Zhang Jingmo's pulse and observed his condition. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter. For a long while, he didn't say a word.

Seeing this, Yu Fen knew it wasn't good. He found an excuse to call the physician outside and carefully inquired.

As soon as he exited, the physician sighed. He said, "Elder Zhang's condition... is truly worrisome."

Yu Fen said, "What do you mean by this?"

The physician said, "His internal meridians are shattered due to the Cold Mirror Wall. Even with proper recuperation, it will take a few hundred years to recover. And even after recovering, there's no possibility of further advancement."

Although Yu Fen had already known about this, his face still paled. He asked with a trembling voice, "Then what can be done? Is there really... no solution at all?"

The physician shook his head.