Chapter 125: The Final Lesson

Lin Yuan lay flat on his back upon the bed. The rapid decline of his mortal body had finally reached its absolute. He was now entirely too weak to even lift his head from the plush pillow. And every breath he drew was an exhausting labor, rattling weakly within his chest.

Yet, despite the catastrophic failure of his mortal vessel, Lin Yuan's face was a portrait of unshakable serenity.

A sharp, agonizing spike of physical pain suddenly flared deep within his chest. In the cultivation world, an expert would channel Qi to obliterate the discomfort. But here, trapped within the confines of the mortal dust, Lin Yuan merely closed his eyes and endured it. A slow, tranquil smile touched the corners of his pale lips.

He welcomed the pain. It was the final, undeniable proof that he was alive, that his nerves still functioned, and that he had spent his body entirely in the service of those he loved.