Neo took a shaky breath.
"Then… just stop burning the Life Flame… before it is completely used up."
It was a risky gamble.
But he had no other choice.
The Heavenly Record began the process.
The Cracked Sword—Neo's Life Flame—started trembling.
The cracks widened slowly.
Neo shuddered and fell to the ground.
Burning his Life Flame and consciousness was nothing small.
It felt like his entire mind caught fire.
The pain tore through him, so sharp that he almost reached up to tear his own hair out.
He suffered under than pain for hours before he fainted.
Everything went dark.
In that darkness, he felt hands lifting him.
Someone was carrying him.
Soft, blurry voices reached him.
"Is… cultivator… it?"
"Help… village…"
"Could… danger… shouldn't…"
He couldn't understand the rest.
His body hurt too much.
The technique was healing him, but the cost was brutal.
Burning his Life Flame and consciousness to heal was like eating your own flesh to survive.
