Now, after experiencing ups and downs and seeing the vicissitudes of the world, Ling Xiao deeply realized that this land is just a drop in the vast world.

He seemed to be standing on the edge of the universe and seeing a wider and boundless world.

In that world, the stars are bright and the galaxy is vast. There are countless galaxies flickering and mysterious power is surging.

There are other existences besides the world!

That may be a mysterious realm that transcends human imagination, and may be hidden in the ultimate power that can change everything.

Above the strong, there are even more powerful beings!

Those legendary peerless masters have the ability to move mountains and fill the seas and destroy the world, but they are still looking for a higher realm between the world.

Unless one day, he can completely control the mysterious world in his own hands.

This seemingly distant dream is like a seed that takes root and sprouts in his heart.

He knew very well that the world was too vast and mysterious, and what he knew was just the tip of the iceberg.

Just like a traveler groping forward in the darkness, he only saw the faint light in front of him, but he didn't know how many unknown dangers and challenges were waiting for him.

In this endless river of time, all living beings are as small as ants.

Destiny seems to have been controlled by an invisible hand. It randomly tweaks the string of destiny of sentient beings, causing people to rise and fall in joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

Mortals spend their whole lives busy in the secular world, for those few pieces of silver, for those three meals of food and clothing, for the so-called fame and fortune, and spent their whole life in the trivialities of food and food, oil and salt, but in the end they still cannot escape the cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death.

They are like puppets that are clockworked by fate, mechanically repeating every day's life according to the established trajectory.

Warriors struggle on the road of martial arts practice, and are determined to live forever.

They practice hard day and night, sleep in the open, enduring pain and torture that ordinary people can't imagine.

They climbed one peak after another and challenged one strong man after another, just to be able to break through their own limits and touch the unattainable gate of immortality.

But in the end, how many people can break free from the shackles of fate?

Countless people have exhausted their lives and eventually turned into a piece of loess, as if everything was destined from the beginning.

Their names may be forgotten by future generations; their stories may be covered by the dust of time.

However, Ling Xiao did not intend to give up.

In his chest, there was a fire burning. The fire was a struggle for destiny, a desire for freedom, and an exploration of the unknown.

People like him will not hit the wall or look back. Even if there is a deep abyss ahead, he will go and see it in person instead of listening to other people's advice.

He learned the story of a pony crossing the river since he was a child.

The pony wanted to cross the river, but did not know the depth of the river.

The old cow said that the river water was very shallow and had no calves just now; the squirrel said that the river water was very deep and drowned its companion.

Xiaoma hesitated and finally decided to try it on his own.

When it walked into the river carefully, it found that the river water was neither as shallow as the old cow said nor as deep as the squirrel said.

This story was deeply imprinted in his mind.

He understood that he had to try what the river was like by himself, and what others said was not accurate.

In this complex world, he is like a brave pony, not afraid of unknown dangers and does not rely on other people's experience.

He wants to measure the length of the world with his feet; he wants to explore the mystery of the world with his eyes; he wants to write his own legend with his hands.

Even if there are thorns ahead, even if there are storms ahead, he will walk firmly, because he has a belief in his heart: My destiny is my own, not my own!

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Zhaixing Tower, this ancient building standing on the edge of Batian City, is like a silent giant, witnessing the rise, fall, honor and disgrace of this land.

The building is a hundred feet high and penetrates into the sky. Under the raging wind, it makes a low whimper.

The gale of wind was like an angry wild beast, whizzing past with gravel, and the gravel hit the building, making crackling sounds, as if it were the drum beats of history, beating the vicissitudes of time.

Ling Xiao was wearing a black outfit, and was as tall as a pine tree, standing quietly on the Zhaixing Tower.

His eyes were deep and distant, and he looked at the mottled blood marks inside and outside Batian City, and his heart was filled with lingering feelings.

Those blood marks, including enemies and their own people, are intertwined, like a huge net, covering the city tightly.

Every blood mark tells a tragic battle, carrying the disappearance of countless lives.

Suddenly, he shook his head gently, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. In that smile, there was helplessness for fate and expectations for the future.

Chongtian was dressed in white and had a very elegant temperament. He raised his eyebrows in confusion, his eyes full of confusion, and asked, "What's so funny about this devastated battlefield?"

"Look at the inside and outside the city, corpses are everywhere, people are displaced, and pain and despair are everywhere. How can you still laugh?"

Ling Xiao put his arms behind his head, his body leaned back slightly, leaning against the city wall.

His eyes became firm and bright, as if two clusters of flames were burning in it.

He said slowly: "I was thinking that this sea of ​​demons seems to be a natural barrier to block demons, isolating those terrifying existences and protecting the peace of the continent."

"But for us warriors, isn't it a dilemma?"

"It is like a huge vortex, attracting forces from all sides, but it is full of unknown dangers and challenges."

"How many warriors have dreams and ambitions, stepping into that sea, but never come back."

"But what about the dilemma? A person should live like the bluestone on the city wall. Even if he is burned by war thousands of times, even if he is eroded by time, he must guard his edges and live happily!"

"Isn't it just to be able to protect the people you want to protect and do what you want to do in this world where the strong prey on the weak?"

"If you retreat because you are afraid of danger and give up because you are afraid of difficulties, then will this life be in vain?"

Chongtian stared at the rolling clouds in the distance thoughtfully. The clouds were like surging waves, unpredictable, as if they were hiding countless secrets.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought. Before he could respond to Ling Xiao's words, a black shadow suddenly came through the air with a sharp sword energy.

The sword energy was like a bolt of lightning, cutting through the gloomy sky with a terrifying murderous intent.

Chongtian reacted instantly. He flashed and blocked Ling Xiao's body. The moment the sword was unsheathed, he froze in place!

A hint of surprise and doubt flashed in his eyes, and the sword in his hand also trembled slightly.
Chapter completed!