Inside the cave, Wu Yu sat in a lotus position. His face was contorted in evident pain.

The golden light enveloping his body grew more and more intense. If he had not been in a cave, the light would already have drawn the attention of many others.

In the space between the golden light, tens of golden characters could be seen tearing apart his flesh.

Within the rows of golden characters, the vague image of a Buddha could be made out.

Following the increasing pace of Wu Yu's chanting, the golden characters within his body proliferated even more quickly. His expression also became even more tortured.

"The pain of the flesh is nothing but a fabrication of the mind.

"Look past its ephemerality. The future is bright."

At times, it was almost more than he could bear, and he had to tell himself this.

He had been thrust on the path of immortality from his mortal life. After taking his revenge, he faced the world with but one wish in his heart - to become immortal.

"The lifespan of 100 years, to a true mortal, is as insignificant as an a...