Chapter 13862: Create Your Own Legend with Your Own Hands
But now, after experiencing ups and downs and witnessing the vicissitudes of the world, Ling Xiao deeply realized that this piece of land is just a drop in the ocean between the vast universe.
He seemed to be standing on the edge of the universe, seeing an even more vast and boundless world.
In that world, the stars are shining, the galaxies are vast, there are countless galaxies twinkling, and there is a mysterious power surging.
There is other existence outside of heaven and earth!
That may be a mysterious realm beyond human imagination, perhaps hiding the ultimate power that can change everything.
Above the strong, there are even more powerful beings!
Those legendary peerless masters, who possess the ability to move mountains and fill the sea, and destroy the world, are still searching for a higher realm in this world.
Unless one day, he can completely control this mysterious world in his own hands.
This seemingly unattainable dream, like a seed, took root and sprouted 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.
It’s like a traveler groping forward in the dark, only seeing the faint light in front of him, but not knowing how many unknown dangers and challenges are waiting for him ahead.
In this endless river of time, all living beings are as small as ants.
It seems that fate has long been controlled by an invisible giant hand, which plucks the strings of fate of all beings at will, causing people to rise and fall in joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.
Mortals are busy running around in the secular world all their lives, fighting for a few pieces of silver, for three meals a day, for the so-called fame and fortune. They exhaust their life's energy in the trivialities of firewood, rice, oil and salt, but in the end they still cannot escape the cycle of birth, aging, sickness and death.
They are like puppets wound up by fate, mechanically repeating their lives every day according to the predetermined trajectory.
Warriors struggle on the path of martial arts, longing for immortality.
They practiced hard day and night, slept in the open air, and endured pain and torture that ordinary people could hardly imagine.
They climbed one peak after another and challenged one strong man after another, just to break through their own limits and touch the unreachable door to immortality.
But in the end, how many people can break free from the shackles of fate?
Countless people have exhausted their entire life's efforts, but in the end, they can only turn into a handful of earth, as if everything was destined from the beginning.
Their names may be forgotten by future generations; their stories may be buried by the years.
However, Ling Xiao had no intention of giving up.
There is a fire burning in his chest. That fire is a struggle against fate, a desire for freedom, and an exploration of the unknown.
People like him will not turn back until they hit the wall. Even if there is a bottomless abyss ahead, he will go and see it himself instead of listening to other people's advice.
He learned the story of the little horse crossing the river when he was a child.
The pony wanted to cross the river, but he didn't know how deep the water was.
The old cow said the river was very shallow, just reaching its calves; the squirrel said the river was very deep, and it had drowned its companion.
Xiao Ma hesitated, but finally decided to try it himself.
When it walked into the river cautiously, it found that the 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 it himself to know what the river was like. What others said was not accurate.
In this complicated world, he is like a brave pony, not afraid of unknown dangers and not relying on other people's experience.
He wants to use his own feet to measure the length of the world; he wants to use his own eyes to explore the mysteries of the world; he wants to use his own hands to write his own legend.
Even if there are thorns all along the way, even if there are storms and winds ahead, he will keep going forward firmly, because he has a belief in his heart: My destiny is in my own hands!
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Zhaixing Tower, this ancient building standing on the edge of Batian City, is like a silent giant, witnessing the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of this land.
The building was a hundred feet high, reaching into the sky, and under the raging wind, it made a low whimpering sound.
The strong winds were like angry wild beasts, whistling past with sand and gravel. The sand and gravel hit the building, making crackling sounds, as if they were the drumbeats of history, beating the vicissitudes of time.
Ling Xiao was dressed in a black suit, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, he stood quietly on the Zhaixing Tower.
His gaze was deep and distant as he looked at the mottled bloodstains inside and outside Batian City, feeling mixed emotions.
Those bloodstains, some from the enemies and some from our own people, were intertwined together like a huge net, tightly enveloping the city.
Every bloodstain tells of a tragic battle and carries the loss of countless lives.
Suddenly, he shook his head gently, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth. In that smile, there was helplessness towards fate and expectations for the future.
Chongtian was dressed in white, with an extraordinary temperament. He raised his eyebrows in confusion, and asked, "What's so funny about this devastated battlefield?"
"Look at this city and its surroundings. There are corpses everywhere, people are displaced, and there is pain and despair everywhere. How can you still laugh?"
Ling Xiao rested his arms behind his head, leaned back slightly, and leaned against the city wall.
His eyes became firm and bright, as if there were two flames burning in them.
He said slowly: "I was thinking that this Demon Sea seems to be a natural barrier that blocks the demons, isolating those terrifying beings and protecting the peace of the continent."
"But for warriors like us, isn't this also a dilemma?"
"It is like a huge whirlpool, attracting forces from all sides, but it is also full of unknown dangers and challenges."
“How many warriors have set foot in that sea with dreams and ambitions, but never returned.”
"But what does it matter if we are in a dilemma? When we live our lives, we should be like the bluestone on this city wall. Even if it is burned thousands of times by war, even if it is riddled with holes by the years, we should still keep our edges and corners and live happily!"
"Isn't it that we work hard to cultivate and fight so hard so that we can protect the people we want to protect and do the things we 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 wouldn't your life be lived in vain?"
Chongtian gazed thoughtfully at the rolling clouds in the distance. The clouds were like surging waves, unpredictable and seemed to hide countless secrets.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought. Before he could respond to Ling Xiao's words, suddenly, a black shadow with a sharp sword energy broke through the air.
The sword energy was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the gloomy sky, carrying with it a terrifying murderous intent.
Chongtian reacted instantly. He flashed and stood in front of Lingxiao. The moment he unsheathed his sword, he froze in place!
A hint of surprise and confusion flashed in his eyes, and the sword in his hand began to tremble slightly.
The person who came was actually Ni Shuanghan, the disciple of Sword King Bai Qiuchi. (End of this chapter)
