Log in and fight a hundred years in advance

Chapter 120 Lonely
Zhao Li's consciousness sank, and he kept falling in the darkness. Suddenly he saw a glimmer of light, which was particularly dazzling in the darkness.

The moment he saw the white light, Zhao Li miraculously discovered that he had actually always been down to earth, as if the previous feeling of falling was just an illusion.

"Where is this? What's wrong with me? Didn't I burn the origin of my soul, failed to master that speed for a while, and then fell into a coma? Is the weak white light over there the Bone Spirit Cold Fire?"

Zhao Li was full of doubts. He looked around and saw that everything was pitch black. It seemed that only the faint white light in the distance was the only difference.

After pondering for a while, Zhao Li stopped thinking and chose to walk towards the faint light.

Even though he couldn't see anything, Zhao Li still walked step by step, feeling down-to-earth with every step.

Zhao Li walked for a long time, slowing down until he stopped.

He frowned and fell into thought:
"What's going on? What the hell is this place?"

Zhao Li found that there was something strange about this place. The light seemed to be not far away, but he still couldn't get there after walking for so long. Even if he took every step, he could feel the distance shortening.

"Whoo~"

Zhao Li took a long breath and calmed down. Then he closed his eyes and concentrated as never before, unwilling to let go of any anomaly.

Immediately, Zhao Li took a step forward.

Although Zhao Li always likes to be cautious, here, if you do nothing, you will not gain anything, and you will not even understand the most basic information.

It was a simple step, but in Zhao Li's perception, it seemed as if he had passed through a special unknown thing, and a joy filled his heart.

Zhao Li didn't know why, but he didn't open his eyes, but carefully felt the emotions that suddenly rose in his heart.

After a while, Zhao Li suddenly opened his eyes, his face was horrified, and his heart was filled with turmoil:
"No! There's someone else here!"

Just now, Zhao Li suddenly realized that the joy rising from his heart was not his own emotions. It seemed that someone had quietly affected his emotions.

"anyone there?"

After taking a few deep breaths, the storm in Zhao Li's heart gradually subsided, and Zhao Li tried to shout into the darkness.

For a long time, the place remained silent, without any response, as if everything was Zhao Li's illusion.

After pausing in place for a long time and still finding nothing, Zhao Li had no choice but to move on.

The distance is the only difference here. Whether he wants to figure out where this is or how to get out of here, Zhao Li can only walk towards the light spot in the distance. He has no choice.

It was still the same as before. Every time Zhao Li took a step, he felt carefully that Zhao Li was walking faster and faster, as if a period of time had passed.

After walking for who knows how long, Zhao Li stopped again. Once he felt emotions that were not his own, this time it was endless loneliness.

Just like Zhao Li at this time, he was in the darkness, with only a little light in the distance, walking towards the light alone, no one, no energy, no sound, and even time seemed to not exist, unmeasurable, a piece of silence.

When a person falls into a quiet environment, he will unconsciously start to think, whether good or bad.

But maybe Zhao Li was lonely here, or maybe the sudden loneliness aroused Zhao Li's emotions. Under the endless loneliness, Zhao Li only felt that the road ahead was long, and a sense of fatigue arose in his heart. No more desire to move on:

"Things like old age being able to die, being strong being useful, being young being able to grow, being widowed, widowed, lonely, disabled, and sick all being provided for should be something that saints guide and create. I'm just a mortal, what do I want to do with those things? As long as I don’t waste my current strength, what kind of life can’t I enjoy? Just put it aside and it’ll be fine.” Zhao Li thought of his pursuit at the beginning of his cultivation and what he saw along the way. Although people were suffering, they didn’t seem to be eager to change. It seemed that he didn't need to do anything. On the contrary, he just wanted to change and didn't even ask about other people's wishes. He was a little depressed.

"No, those are just appearances. What I really want is freedom and freedom. They are just thoughts that arise in my heart during this process."

Zhao Li lay down and realized all of a sudden that those were just excuses that he was afraid of not being able to find in advance, just like countless people who write novels who keep saying that they are not doing it to make money, but just because of love and want to do more People are very upset when they see what they have written.

"I want to be free, but how can I look like this now? Keep going! The road is long and long, and I will search up and down."

Maybe he was bored after lying there for a long time, and there was nothing in the space. Zhao Li felt the desire to move forward again, and chose to continue on his way.

It's just that this time, Zhao Li couldn't calm down, and there were always distracting thoughts in his mind that he didn't usually have.

After walking for a while, Zhao Li stopped again and muttered:

"This ghost place has everything, not even cultivation. If I am stuck here all the time, wouldn't it be a waste of time? Even if I can go out, time has passed. Others are growing up. At that time, I was still standing still. What does it matter? Come out, who are you? What do you want to do?"

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, so Zhao Li shouted into the darkness.

But Zhao Li listened intently for a long time, but there was still no sound.

Zhao Li forcibly suppressed the irritation in his heart, took a few deep breaths, forced himself to calm down, and continued walking towards the only different place here.

He knew that thinking about these things would not have any effect, and he still would not find a way to leave.

But the good times did not last long, Zhao Li sat on the ground slumped again, his eyes full of confusion, weakness, helplessness, and even some fear and despair, like a lost lamb:

"Can I really get there? Even if I get there, can I leave here?"

The biggest suffering in life is not how difficult it is now, but not knowing when such days will end.

Zhao Li felt very unbalanced at this time, and he could not see the hope of leaving.

Without hope, there was no hope, and in the endless loneliness and despair, Zhao Li began to complain about everything, from the Soul Palace bullying others, to Huang Wen being indecisive and blind, to himself thinking that he was just joining in the fun, and even, he He also complained about his fate:
"You traveled through time for me and gave me extraordinary talents, a good family background, teachers, and various adventures. It was a smooth journey, but at a young age I became the top figure in the mainland. I want to take a good look at the top of the mountain. When you are enjoying the scenery, is it that interesting to put me in this hellish place where there is no life or death and wantonly play with other people’s lives?”

Zhao Li shouted that he didn't think he would be here for no reason, someone must be playing tricks on him.

At this time, Zhao Li seemed to be in a desperate situation. He began to deny himself and others, and then he was immersed in his disappointment in the world with peace of mind.

Zhao Li complained for a long time, then squatted down again, hugged his knees with his arms, and buried his head in it. He cried. The dignified ninth-grade medicine refining master, the powerful Dou Zun, actually cried. It is conceivable that in What kind of suffering did he endure in this darkness?

After crying in the darkness for a long time, Zhao Li's mentality slowly changed.

Even if the frozen soil that has been dusty underground for many years is brought to the surface, it will thaw when exposed to sunlight, and the night will eventually be broken by dawn.

Zhao Li gradually realized the problem with his mentality and began to torture himself over and over again:

"What's wrong with me?"

(End of this chapter)