Obsession, consciousness, the desire to survive, unyielding willpower, all were submerged by the terrifying force at this moment, dissipating into smoke and clouds, leaving only a void in the sea of consciousness.
No matter how strong the will, in the face of absolute power, it is all in vain.
Just as Lu Ping'an's consciousness faded, waiting for death, a voice echoed from deep within his soul.
"Ping'an!"
This gentle yet somewhat authoritative voice was very familiar to Lu Ping'an, it was the voice of his father, Lu Changsheng.
"Father..."
He wanted to respond, but he was so very tired, as if he were being suppressed in a bottomless abyss, unable to speak at all.
"Ping'an, mother believes in you, never give up, mother believes you can definitely do it..."
Another voice, gentle yet somewhat stern, full of caring love, echoed in the depths of his brain, it was his mother, Lu Lanshu.
"Congratulations to big brother on embarking on the Immortal Path."
