Offering my divine power to break my karma

"Since this mist has rewards and punishments, why is it called the Wishing Mist?"

Lu Jiayao scratched his head again and asked another question.

Ling reached out again to press down the hair on Lu Jiayao's head that had stood up again, and said calmly:

"Because those who can really come out of the wish fog alive almost all get what they want, or just suffer a little punishment."

“So, it’s not wrong to say that this mist is the mist that makes wishes come true.”

"Is it true that any wish can come true?"

Lu Jiayao frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

How is it possible for something to come true?

Ling tapped Lu Jiayao's forehead with a hint of smile in his tone.

"Of course not. The so-called fulfillment of a wish is nothing more than finding some natural treasures."

After hearing that they had only found some rare treasures and it wasn't their real wish come true, Lu Jiayao nodded in satisfaction.

That's right, how could there be something that can make people's wishes come true? After all, desires are endless.

"Are we going in?"

Hua Yanjun fanned himself with the folding fan in his hand, and his pair of peach blossom eyes looked eagerly at the fog ahead.

Naturally, he had heard of something like the Wish Mist and was full of curiosity about it.

"Go in and try it."

"This mist is not as evil as the legend says. It is just a special kind of mist that can train the mind of the monks."

"You guys go in and train yourself, and also temper your character."

Qing Chen looked at the fog ahead and spoke in a gentle tone.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally walked towards the fog ahead with firm steps.

As soon as they stepped into the fog, the ten people knew why that group of people was so quiet.

The deeper they went into the fog, the heavier their steps felt.

It was like there was something heavy tied to their legs, and the further they walked, the bigger the weight became, making it more and more difficult to drag the ten people.

As time went by, the distance between the ten people gradually widened.

The four people who were the most excited before, Hua Yanjun, Lu Renjia, Chongjiu and Bai Junyan, have lost their excitement and were forced to slow down their pace.

As the weight on his legs grew stronger, Zero's mood grew calmer.

Ling looked at Hua Yanjun and the other three who were walking in front of him with excitement, but their steps gradually slowed down because of the weight on their legs.

Then they were on the same level as those who were originally behind, or even fell behind.

Looking at Lu Jiayao who had been holding his hand, he reluctantly let go of her hand because she was walking too slowly and he was afraid of getting himself into trouble.

Looking at the unyielding Liu Yunyan, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to walk ahead of him.

But because of the weight on his legs, he slowly fell behind.

Looking at Changsheng Jinheng and Junior Master, who were calm beside him, as well as Chongjiu and Bai Junyan, who were gradually calming down.

Gradually, Changsheng fell behind, and Jin Heng also fell behind. Only Qingchen, Chongjiu, and Bai Junyan were left by Ling's side.

Qing Chen smiled gently at Ling, with admiration in his eyes, and the same kindness as he showed to his master and uncles.

After an unknown amount of time, Qing Chen fell behind him.

Now, Ling is only surrounded by Chongjiu, Bai Junyan, and some people she doesn't know.

Ling didn't look back, but just walked forward with a determined look.

Ling didn't know what was at the end of the fog. Could it be the treasure he needed?

Zero is not sure if he can reach the end of the fog?

Zero simply enjoyed the feeling of constantly breaking through his own limits.

Every time the heaviness in his legs doubled again and it seemed that he had reached his limit, Zero would grit his teeth and take another step forward with difficulty but determination.

And when she actually took that step that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, Ling would feel a surge of strength in her body.

A force that made Ling feel that she could still move forward.

So Zero walked towards the unknown future step by step, step by step, breaking his own limits again and again.

Ling didn't know how long he had been walking, he just felt the sweat on his forehead, from the initial thin layer of sweat, to the wet hair on his forehead, to the sweat all over his head, and now, from head to toe, his whole body was as if he had been fished out of the water.

Zero could hear that his breathing was heavy, his mouth was dry, and his lungs were aching.

Zero felt like he had been running for a long time and was extremely tired.

This feeling couldn't help but make Ling think of his previous life.

In my previous life, every time I sneaked out of the country to kill those people, the instructor would punish me by making me run with an angry look on his face.

But for a soldier who has to train every day, running is not really a punishment.

Perhaps in order not to make things difficult for the instructor, or perhaps to vent his emotions, Zero would always run for a long time, and would not stop until he had no strength to move anymore.

The feeling of running for a long time is the same as it is now, with rapid breathing, accelerated heartbeat, tired muscles all over the body, dry mouth, and sore lungs and throat.

What did you do when you were extremely tired?

Ling took another step forward with difficulty, his dizzy mind thinking aimlessly.

Oh, right.

Back then, whenever I got tired of running, I would just lie down on the track.

Every time this happened, the instructor would appear out of nowhere and grab the back of my neck.

While cursing me as a bastard, he carried me around the track and slowly walked one or two laps before letting go and throwing me onto the grass.

Yeah. After throwing it away, I didn't forget to drink a bottle of mineral water to replenish my dehydrated body.

Ling shook his head with difficulty, trying to shake out the memories of his past life and keep himself awake.

Time seemed to have passed for a century before Zero took his last step.

Zero knew that he had reached his limit and no longer had the strength to move forward.

Big drops of sweat kept sliding down his forehead, some even went into Zero's eyes. His beautiful almond-shaped eyes felt stinging, and the scene in front of him became even more blurry.

In a trance, Ling seemed to see a beam of light approaching him in front.

Zero blinked, trying to see what was ahead of him.

The next moment, Ling felt a very gentle spiritual energy enveloping him.

This spiritual energy caressed his body, restoring the sore muscles, accelerated heartbeat, and stinging lungs and throat to normal.

The drowsy brain slowly becomes clear, and the heavy body slowly returns to its original lightness.

After a moment, Ling opened his eyes and felt his body extremely relaxed.

Ling looked around him and was surprised to find that there was no one around him.

Zero turned his head subconsciously and saw a blurry figure behind him that seemed very far away from him.

Although it was blurry, Ling could still make out that among the blurry figures behind her were Chongjiu, Bai Junyan, and several powerful gods who she did not recognize.

Zero's gaze did not linger on the people behind him for too long. He turned around and looked forward again. Zero raised his leg again and continued to walk forward with firm steps.