Chapter 13861 No retreat
Ling Xiao clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and said firmly: "Even so, I can't back down."
"The Tyrant Empire needs time to develop, and we will never be able to rest in peace if the threat of the Demon Sea is not resolved."
"I, Ling Xiao, will definitely uncover the mystery of this Demon Sea and eliminate this hidden danger for the Tyrant Empire, as well as for my family and friends!"
Immediately, Ling Xiao's brows furrowed on his knife-like face, and his deep eyes were full of confusion and anxiety.
He leaned forward slightly, staring at Chongtian with burning eyes, and continued to ask: "Are there no relevant records in the ancient books of the Demon Tower?"
"The Demonic Tower has been passed down for thousands of years, and its collection of books is vast, including many secret books. Is it true that there is really no more detailed description of the Demonic Sea?"
There was a hint of unwillingness in that voice, as if if the ancient books of the Demon Tower could reveal a little more information, it would be able to shed light on the mystery of the Demon Sea shrouded in fog.
Chongtian raised his head slightly, looking at the gloomy sky in the distance, as if recalling a few words from ancient books.
After a moment, he nodded slowly, sighed helplessly, and said in a low voice: "The ancient books of the Demon Tower only mentioned it briefly, saying that the Demon Sea is a place where demons are imprisoned, and it seals a powerful force that can subvert the world."
"That power is like a sleeping beast. Once it wakes up, it will surely stir up a world-destroying storm."
"Now all forces are converging towards the Demon Sea. Some want to gain opportunities from it, some want to strengthen the seal, and some have evil intentions and want to use that power."
"This sea of demons is like a huge magnet, attracting forces from all sides like moths to a flame, but no one knows whether it will be a blessing or a curse in the end."
Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, and his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the layers of fog and look directly into the depths of the sea of demons.
He frowned, pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Is there no other choice?"
"For example, make peace with the Demon Sea? Everything in this world has its own way of survival. Perhaps we can reach some kind of agreement with the existences in the Demon Sea to not invade each other and live in peace."
There was a hint of hope in his voice, as if he was looking for a ray of light in the darkness.
Chongtian smiled bitterly and shook his head, that smile was full of bitterness and helplessness.
He spread his hands and said helplessly: "There is no way out."
"The demons in the Demon Sea are not so easy to talk to."
"They are brutal and bloodthirsty by nature, with only endless killing and conquest in their hearts."
"They don't want to share this land with us. In their eyes, we are just ants, delicacies in their mouths."
“When that happens, all living things on this land will suffer a devastating disaster, and the entire world will be plunged into a sea of blood and fire.”
Ling Xiao's brows were furrowed, like two volcanoes about to erupt. He asked in confusion, "Why are you so sure?"
"Is there no possibility of peaceful coexistence? Perhaps we can influence them with wisdom and sincerity."
There was a hint of stubbornness in his voice, and he was unwilling to give up the seemingly slim hope of peace easily.
Chongtian smiled sadly, and that smile revealed endless vicissitudes and sadness.
He slowly walked to Ling Xiao, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "When you understand the nature of this world, you will understand that what happened in the Dazhen Dynasty may be just a game for others."
"On this continent, various forces are fighting overtly and covertly, deceiving each other, and using any means necessary to achieve their own interests."
"The appearance of the Demon Sea is just an important chess piece in this chess game. All forces want to take advantage of this opportunity to achieve their own goals."
"And those demons are controlled by some mysterious force and become the killing weapons in this chess game."
"They have no emotions, no reason, only an endless desire to kill."
Ling Xiao smiled at himself, a smile full of bitterness and self-mockery.
He lowered his head slightly and looked at his hands, as if he saw how small and powerless he was in the face of fate.
"We're all pawns, right?"
"Being manipulated by fate and controlled by various forces, I have no choice but to struggle to survive in this chess game."
His voice was low and lonely, as if he was sighing for his own fate.
Chongtian sighed softly, and the sigh echoed in the silent air, carrying endless emotion.
He looked at Ling Xiao with a hint of sympathy and understanding in his eyes, and said slowly: "That's about what I mean."
"Although we claim to protect the people, in the final analysis, it is still for the benefit of our own forces."
"Take you for example. If the power of the Demon Sea gets out of control, the foundation of the Tyrant Empire will be destroyed. It was built with the blood and lives of countless ancestors. Can you accept this?"
"Surrender? In this world where the strong prey on the weak, there is no place for you."
"Surrender means being at the mercy of others, and your fate will be completely in the hands of others."
"We can only struggle hard in this chess game and look for a glimmer of hope. Even if the hope is slim, we must never give up."
Ling Xiao slowly raised his head, his eyes passing through the layers of clouds and mist, looking at the vast and boundless sky.
The azure sky was like a huge and profound painting, but in his eyes it revealed endless mystery and coldness.
The breeze blew gently, ruffling the hair on his forehead, but it couldn't blow away the tangled emotions in his heart.
He murmured to himself, his voice low but with a power that penetrated the soul: "It turns out that in this grand chess game of heaven and earth, we are just chess pieces that are manipulated at will..."
Those words seemed like a sigh from the depths of the soul, carrying with them the helplessness and unwillingness to the fickleness of fate.
His thoughts, like a wild horse, drifted uncontrollably to the past.
Once, in the city where the Ling family lived, he thought that was the whole world.
The city had tall and thick walls, towering city gates, and busy streets with cars and people.
He spent a carefree childhood there, listening to his elders talk about the heroic deeds in the city, and fantasizing that one day he would become a hero like that and protect the city.
At that time, in his eyes, the world was the familiar streets, the bustling markets and the family that loved him.
Later, with his dreams and aspirations in mind, he resolutely walked out of the city.
The moment he stepped out of the city gate, he was surprised to find that there was a vast continent outside.
That continent has magnificent mountains and rushing rivers. There are towering peaks and bottomless canyons; there are prosperous towns and uninhabited deserts.
He met all kinds of people, heard all kinds of stories, and experienced countless life and death tests.
Every adventure gave him a new understanding of the world, and every growth made him realize how insignificant he was. (End of this chapter)
