Godly Scratch-Off System

Enormous amounts of spiritual power flowed throughout his body, up and down, left and right, causing his body to be on the verge of burning.    

Even so, Liao Xiaoduo clenched his teeth and kept reminding himself. He was trying hard to control and adjust his spiritual energy.    

"You can't sleep, you have to wake up! "Liao Xiaoduo, you can't close your eyes!"    

With trembling hands, he took out a small dagger and forcefully cut his arm.    

The enormous pain caused the sleepiness that engulfed him to recede a little.    

"I will definitely find an opportunity to comprehend the requirements to achieve a breakthrough!"    

"I can't give up. As long as I can survive, the future will be bright!"    

"Liao Xiaoduo, did you forget your original intention?!"    

Self-encouragement is the best way to do it when there is no one else around.    

"Paji ~ ~ ~"    

After a loud noise, the tree of memories that made people want to fall asleep suddenly shattered, turning into small pieces of memory fragments.    

These small fragments gradually turned into planets within the universe.    

Liao Xiaoduo felt as if he was floating in space. He looked at the boundless universe and felt as tiny as a speck of dust.    

"What is the purpose of cultivation?"    

The scene in front of his eyes changed and he was once again standing next to a rapidly flowing river. An old man wearing a straw hat with almost completely white hair was leisurely fishing.    

"What is the purpose of cultivation?"    

Liao Xiaoduo muttered to himself. He frowned and asked in confusion.    

"Hahaha …" Young friend, did you encounter any difficulty? " The elder noticed Liao Xiaoduo talking to himself and asked warmly.    

"I'm thinking about a problem. What is the purpose of training?"    

"Old man, what do you think it is?"    

Liao Xiaoduo asked.    

The old man did not reply, but smiled merrily, "Oh? I'm happy as long as I can catch fish today. "    

Liao Xiaoduo still didn't understand a lot of things. He asked a few more questions, but the elder's answers were all wrong, as if he was talking nonsense.    

He finally reacted. Perhaps this old man was old and had lost his sense of hearing, or perhaps he had already suffered from senile dementia.    

Liao Xiaoduo was a bit disappointed. He thought that he could get some instruction from the old man, he didn't expect that he was overthinking it.    

"He fell into the water, a child fell into the water!"    

In the river not far away, a child dressed in black was struggling in the water with a panicked expression.    

The people on the shore realized this and immediately began to call for help, attracting a lot of people's attention.    

It was high tide now, and the water level was rising rapidly. Not only that, a whirlpool had appeared in the middle of the river, and the child was washed back a few meters. He was about to be sucked in!    

Just as Liao Xiaoduo was about to rush over to save her, a whirlwind passed by his ears.    

The old man actually jumped over him and quickly jumped into the water. With just a few steps, he carried the child in his arms.    

However, they were already on the verge of entering the whirlpool. The wind was blowing strongly and even a strong man wouldn't be able to escape unscathed from such a dangerous situation.    

Because the child was too panicked, he tightly hugged the old man's body, causing his face to turn red.    

Plus, he was already old, so his endurance and explosive power were not as strong as when he was young. Not long later, the old man fell down and the crowd cried out in alarm, almost to the point of being washed away by the river.    

A huge wave came crashing over, and on the surface of the river, the shadows of two people could no longer be seen.    

It happened so fast that Liao Xiaoduo didn't even have time to react before he lost sight of the old man.    

Some of the people on the shore were already sobbing silently.    

After all, in this torrential water, once you flipped over, there was no possibility of turning the tables again.    

If he wanted to break free from the strong binding force of the water surface, it would be almost impossible to survive.    

Liao Xiaoduo also thought so.    

He felt somewhat sad. The person who had been standing in front of him alive just a moment ago was now separated by Yin and Yang.    

A crashing sound was heard.    

Two figures emerged from the water, and the people on the shore cheered.    

Liao Xiaoduo looked over, isn't that the grandpa who just fell into the river?    

His eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. How was this possible?    

It was simply too unbelievable.    

The old man struggled to drag the child onto the shore and collapsed on the ground, completely out of strength.    

Liao Xiaoduo quickly went over, took out a pill and fed it to the old man.    

While he was shocked, he was also sincerely impressed.    

At such an age, yet he still risked his life to save someone. Even though the chances of him escaping were practically zero, he still bravely went over without a shred of hesitation.    

Perhaps it was because of this determination that the old man had made the right decision at the critical moment and miraculously survived.    

"Thank you, thank you so much …"    

The parents of the children, who had just arrived late, were scared to death. Tears and snot streamed down their faces as they thanked the old man and promised to pay a high price.    

"You're welcome. I still need to go back and fish. You're welcome."    

The old man quickly waved his hand and sneaked out of the crowd.    

Liao Xiaoduo's soul just watched the entire process from the old man fishing every day to him lying on his bed and dying.    

In this period of time, regardless of what it seemed like that the old man was simply unable to accomplish, he did it without hesitation. Most of the failures were naturally, but he still enjoyed it. This was because as long as he succeeded once, it would be sufficient to clear the shadow cast by the first ninety-nine failures.    

As the old man was dying, he tightly gripped Liao Xiaoduo's hand and used all his strength to write a type — "Fight!"    

Liao Xiaoduo found the answer he was looking for all of a sudden!    

What was the purpose of cultivation?    

Training was a process of constantly struggling, constantly meeting and improving oneself. Even if the road ahead was long, it would be difficult to walk. As a warrior, he had to overcome the obstacles in front of him.    

Even if the success rate was zero, even if he was destined to die.    

He had to use all his strength to fight!    

This was the true meaning of a martial artist's spirit.    

Liao Xiaoduo seemed to have poked the most important step. As for the rest, he only needed to push gently to open a new door.    

His dantian was filled with shattered lines. With another slight tremble, a new life would come!    

A rumbling sound was heard.    

Liao Xiaoduo's Dantian exploded like a bolt of lightning. The Dantian from before shattered into countless small fragments.    

A new Dantian that did not exist before, but was bigger than before, was sprouting and growing inside Liao Xiaoduo's body. It kept expanding and finally took shape.