Chapter 13757 The real demon cultivator

The flame was wrapped in scorching heat, like a small sun, emitting rolling heat waves, and with an indestructible force, it roared towards the surrounding darkness.

"Boom!" The flames and darkness collided with a loud bang, making a dull and deafening sound, like the chaotic roar when the world was first created.

But what is incredible is that as soon as the flame fell into the darkness, it was like a drop in the ocean, and was instantly swallowed up by the endless darkness. However, in the blink of an eye, it was silent and disappeared completely, as if it had never existed in this world.

Witnessing this scene, Ling Xiao's face instantly became as gloomy as the dark clouds before a storm, terrifyingly dark, and his eyes revealed a hint of anger and unwillingness that was difficult to conceal.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, and then circulated his internal energy, and the endless energy rushed through his meridians like a surging torrent. The next moment, five dragons emitting terrifying auras slowly emerged around him.

These five divine dragons were condensed from the power of elements. They were extremely huge, each of them was dozens of feet long, emitting dazzling light all over their bodies, and their scales flashed with icy cold light, like sharp blades.

From time to time, scorching flames and biting cold air spewed out of their mouths. Each one contained a powerful force that could destroy the world and shatter mountains and rivers. Compared with the previous ball of fire, there was a world of difference.

Ling Xiao let out a low shout, the sound was like a loud bell, and the five dragons seemed to have heard the horn of battle, and flew out rapidly in five completely different directions. Wherever the dragons passed, the air was torn apart, making sharp whistling sounds, trying to tear open the shackle-like darkness with their own powerful strength.

However, the cruel reality was like a cold tide, completely extinguishing Ling Xiao's last hope. The moment the five dragons entered the darkness, they disappeared like a stone sinking into the sea, without even a ripple, completely vanishing without a trace.

Even such a powerful dragon could not create even a ripple in the darkness, which made Ling Xiao's face become extremely ugly, as pale as paper, and a layer of fine sweat beads appeared densely on his forehead and slowly slid down his cheeks.

"What the hell is this place?" Ling Xiao muttered to himself, his voice full of helplessness and confusion, his heart filled with doubt and fear. He stood there, his brain like a high-speed machine, frantically thinking about the reason for all this.

After a moment, he had a vague guess in his mind, but he knew in his heart that if he stood here all the time, he would not be able to break this strange dilemma.

So he gritted his teeth, which clattered with force, and walked forward. Each step he took was firm and heavy, as if he was waging a silent battle with the unknown darkness.

But something strange happened again. Although he kept moving forward, his legs moving rhythmically and alternately, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, the scene around him never changed. It was still the despairing darkness.

He felt more and more strongly that he was standing still. This strange feeling was like using a treadmill on the Blue Planet. Although his legs were constantly moving, his body always stayed in the same position and could not move forward.

This strange scene made his scalp tingle, and a chill ran up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The uneasiness in his heart grew stronger like a surging tide, almost drowning him completely.

About an hour passed slowly, and Ling Xiao's rapid breathing was particularly clear in the dead silence. He paused and finally stopped. During this long hour, he racked his brains and used all the means he could think of and use.

He first frantically circulated his spiritual power, trying to break through the dark cage that bound him with the powerful impact of his spiritual power; then, he cast all kinds of exquisite spells, and rays of light flashed in the darkness, but without exception, they were quickly swallowed up by the darkness without causing any ripples. However, everything was in vain, and there was still no effect!

He was still trapped in the pitch-black darkness, as if he was being held tightly by an invisible hand and unable to break free.

It was terribly quiet here, without a single sound, as if the sound of the entire world had been taken away; there was no light at all, the darkness was like thick ink, completely drowning him. This strange scene made him feel even more uneasy.

In Ling Xiao's opinion, all this was too weird. With his rich experience and strong strength, it stands to reason that no matter how secret or powerful the space was, it would be impossible to completely seal him off and leave him no chance of escape.

Unless he was caught in some unfathomable hallucination, or his soul had been directly extracted by a mysterious force, then what he saw now might not be a physical entity, but just a bound mind, like a bird trapped in a cage, unable to touch the real world.

After all, Ling Xiao has the memory of a Blue Star college student, with quick thinking and responsiveness. In an instant, all kinds of wonderful settings in Blue Star novels emerged in his mind.

It is just like a person in a dream. Before he realizes that he is in a dream, he seems to be trapped in one place forever, and no matter how he struggles, he cannot escape.

Thinking of this, he stopped his futile walking, because he realized that what he thought was walking was probably just a trick of his mind, and in fact, his body might not have moved at all.

He simply sat down slowly, crossed his legs, and placed his hands on his knees. The darkness around him seemed to solidify, wrapping him tightly.

But Ling Xiao's heart gradually calmed down, and he began to seriously think about a solution. With the rich experience accumulated from several reincarnations, as well as the wonderful and magical memories of Lan Xing, he firmly believed that he could break this dilemma.

Sitting there, Ling Xiao gradually entered a state of pure magic heart. There was not a trace of distracting thoughts in his mind, like a calm lake, completely free of any impurities.

In this state, time seemed to have lost its meaning, and he didn't know how long he had been sitting there. Suddenly, Ling Xiao opened his eyes abruptly, with wisdom flashing in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he actually grinned.

He realized that he had been too obsessed with pursuing the so-called established model of becoming a demon cultivator. But in fact, the true meaning of demon cultivation lies in being unrestrained and pursuing freedom. Demon cultivators can practice as they please, without being bound by many rules and regulations like righteous cultivators.

Demonic cultivators cultivate with their true hearts, and are neither constrained by worldly concepts nor constrained by so-called goodness and evil. They only need to follow their true thoughts and walk their own unique path on the road of cultivation. (End of this chapter)