He should have been crippled by the fall, but luckily his divine spirit had retreated and degenerated into a Xuanhe Divine Body, thus saving him.
"Five hundred years, finally some living people..."
Ming Zhi Tian had fainted. When he woke up, a long-haired old man was sitting beside him. The old man had white hair, white eyebrows, a white beard, a white mustache, and white hair. He wore a simple cloth robe, but he had the face of a celestial being.
Ming Zhi Tian was now crippled, blind in his right eye, with a broken right arm, and all his cultivation lost. His storage bag was also gone, leaving him empty-handed, with nothing at all, oh, and half a life.
Seeing that Ming Zhi Tian remained silent, the old man was quite optimistic and smiled slightly, "Hey, a martial prodigy. Which path do you hail from? The Ten Directions Continent, the Twenty-Eight Planes, or part of Shen Chu Gui Ye? Eternal cultivation? Speak up."
Ming Zhi Tian recognized none of the places the old man mentioned and shook his head.
"Mute?" The old man concluded that Ming Zhi Tian was mute.
Ming Zhi Tian lay on the ground, blood still flowing from his severed arm. He ignored it, closed his remaining left eye, and waited to die.
"Hmph?" The old man, seeing this, lost his good temper and punched him directly in the chest!
Ming Zhi Tian cried out in pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood, "Ah! What are you doing?! Did I offend you?"
"Oh?" The old man's interest was piqued. "So you're not mute. What's this? Tricking even an old man like me?"
"None of your business," Ming Zhi Tian ignored him and closed his eyes again, feigning sleep.
Seeing his dejected state, the old man couldn't stand it and swung another fist to strike. Ming Zhi Tian reacted, spinning to dodge.
The old man missed and clutched his fist, crying out in pain, "You, you, you... disrespectful to elders!"
Ming Zhi Tian said, "If you hit me, I won't fight back, but can't I dodge?"
The old man smiled slightly, "Since you still have the ability to move, why be dejected, shut yourself off, and willingly fall into despair?"
Ming Zhi Tian said nothing further. The old man suddenly grabbed his left hand and pulled him up, then pointed two fingers, hitting two acupuncture points on his right shoulder, instantly stopping the bleeding.
He threw two pills into his mouth and then pointed two fingers at three major acupuncture points on his chest. The pills melted in his mouth and flowed into his abdomen.
A warm current filled all his meridians and bones, nourishing every drop of blood and flesh.
Although Ming Zhi Tian had lost his cultivation, he could still sense that these were thousand-grade pills.
He then looked at the old man incredulously, "You and I are strangers, yet you offer thousand-grade pills at the first move. How can I accept such kindness?"
The old man stroked his beard and chuckled, "Things are dead, but people are alive. Possessions are never as precious as life. I have them lying around anyway, so it's better to save your life."
Ming Zhi Tian knelt down on both knees and kowtowed to him, "Thank you, senior, for saving my life. However, I am now a cripple. I can only repay your kindness in the next life."
"Eh?" The old man shook his head. "No, no, no, why wait for the next life? You must repay me in this one. It's simple. Just keep this old immortal company and alleviate my boredom."
He then helped Ming Zhi Tian up with both hands. Ming Zhi Tian touched his hands and was startled, "Mechanical human?"
Ming Zhi Tian had intended to give up and wait for death. He never expected to meet such an open-minded old man and reluctantly agreed to keep him company.
Seeing Ming Zhi Tian fall silent again, the old man took the initiative to strike up a conversation, "Hey, what's your name? Where are you from? How did you get in here?"
Ming Zhi Tian's eyes were dejected, "This junior's name is Ming Zhi Tian. I am from the Cultivation Ancient Realm. The Undead God Emperor's army, the Undead Race, launched a large-scale invasion. This junior was no match, not only failing to protect my family, but also sacrificing myself. It's truly laughable. This junior overestimated himself and has made a fool of you, senior."