Su Zimo carried Ming Zhen and sprinted into the distance.
Ming Zhen's injuries were not serious. It was just that while he was fighting against Monk Formless, they contended about Buddhism and he was suppressed by the latter, causing him to be disadvantaged.
It caused the Dao heart that he was about to condense to show signs of collapsing!
If his Dao heart collapsed, some of his past cultivation would be wasted!
This was something that nobody could help him with!
For cultivators, the test of one's Dao heart was a tribulation.
As long as he could tide through this tribulation, he would be invulnerable to evil and mental demons in the future!
If he could not cross it, everything would be over!
"What have I been cultivating for?"
Ming Zhen murmured softly with a dazed expression.
"The pursuit of longevity? To enter the Pure Land?"
He shook his head and denied that thought.