"Am I going to die?"
Lu Ping'an's mind was left with only one thought.
Die!?
"No!"
As soon as this thought emerged, Lu Ping'an suddenly struggled awake from the endless pain, aware of what was happening.
Body snatching!
This is a Nascent Soul Possession I am facing!
The black-robed figure who had previously captured him wanted to use his physical body for a body snatch!
In an instant, a surge of anger, unwillingness, and defiance flooded Lu Ping'an's consciousness.
How can I die like this, so easily, being snatched away!
"No, I can't die, I haven't lived enough, I still want to cultivate, strive to become an Immortal, and in the future make up for all regrets and restore everything!"
Lu Ping'an's remaining consciousness roared fiercely.
His father had once told him that the meaning of cultivation was that with enough power, one could make up for regrets and achieve all that is beautiful.
Even though he knew these were comforting words, he remembered them well.
