Martial Arts: Start by Obtaining the Wild World

Chapter 404 0403: The Demon Race Will Never Be Slaves (4)

No one knew what the old man was doing. He left from time to time and came back from time to time. Sometimes he was away for a month or two, and sometimes he stayed in the house for several days.

Sometimes he would bring back some jade slips for Cheng Zongyang, which recorded the demon race's counterattack against the human race.

Most of the nearly one million monsters came out and started a war with the human race!
Especially among the ape monster clan, more and more powerful ape monsters have appeared, constantly destroying human cities and slaughtering humans.

The purpose is to force the human race to release their leader.

But these old men did not intervene or pay any attention.

Cheng Zongyang looked at it with mixed feelings.

Time passes day by day.

Cheng Zongyang sat quietly on the edge of the cliff, no longer looking at the message the old man deliberately brought back. His thoughts drifted away with the mountain breeze, and he gradually fell into contemplation on life and death, nature, living beings, and emotions.

Looking at the ever-growing forest under the cliff, he thought to himself that life and death are just part of the natural cycle.

The trees in the forest grow in spring, grow in summer, wither in autumn and become quiet in winter.

Some were struck down by thunderstorms, and some decayed under the erosion of time. They seemed to be coming to an end, but they turned into nutrients in the soil and nourished new life.

Just like all living things in the world, there is joy of birth and sadness of death, but this death is not complete nothingness, but another form of rebirth.

He thought of the demons, and those who fell in the battle. Although their lives were short, they left a strong mark in the history of the demons' resistance.

Their passion and courage will be like the nutrients in this forest, inspiring those who come after them to keep moving forward. The boundary between life and death will become blurred in this inheritance and continuation.

The weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive!
He felt the grandeur and ruthlessness of nature.

These rolling mountains, dense forests, and gurgling streams all follow the laws of nature and will not change at the will of anyone.

Nature not only gives life to all things, such as the warm sunshine that makes the grass and trees grow lush, but it also brings disasters, such as heavy rains, floods, wildfires and earthquakes, maintaining a delicate balance with its own rhythm.

He knew very well that he, like all living things, was just a chess piece in the vast chess game of nature. No matter how powerful he had been, he seemed insignificant in the face of the mighty power of nature.

He once tried to use the power of the demon race to fight against the human race and change his fate, but now he is trapped here. He finally understands that the laws of nature cannot be easily disobeyed. Perhaps following the trend is the way to survive? ?

There were all kinds of contradictions and entanglements, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

From the perspective of the demon race, they were enslaved and slaughtered by humans, and had a hard time surviving in this world. Every ape demon has his own emotions, dreams and family.

They yearn for freedom and dignity, which is the most instinctive pursuit of all living things. But humans are also part of nature.

They launched a war against the demons for their own interests and living space. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, every creature is fighting for its own "life", but inadvertently causes the "death" of others.

He began to wonder whether there was a higher level of harmony that allowed different creatures to coexist and prosper.

Is it the "strong ones" who created this endless conflict, or is it the desires and obsessions of the living beings themselves that are at work?

He looked at the weak animals in the forest, running for a bite of food, fleeing to avoid their natural enemies, their lives hanging by a thread. How was this different from the fight between demons and humans?

Perhaps, in the eyes of the strong, all living beings are equal.

Just like in the old man's eyes, everything in this world is a plaything in his hands.

All of this is struggling, growing, and understanding in the cycle of life and death.

But sometimes, he felt that a truly strong person was one who embraced all these contradictions and conflicts, and fostered an indescribable order in the seemingly disordered chaos.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

It might be right to be fair, objective, and non-interfering in the development of the world, but if I had not fought back then, the demon race would have surely declined. Is this fair?

He has emotions, but he cannot put aside his emotions to understand.

Gradually, Cheng Zongyang fell into a dead end again.

However, he gradually became indifferent to his own life and death, and no longer felt the reluctance and helplessness he had before.

He had been killing people all the way without caring about life or death, but now he is about to make medicine for them, but he is so worried about gains and losses.

Life and death are inevitable, just in different ways.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man came out.

He came to Cheng Zongyang's side, he also looked at the scenery below, and smiled faintly:
"I have been sitting here for three years. How do you feel? Do you feel that only from this height can you feel the beauty of overlooking all living things? Only here can you feel the control brought by strength?"

Cheng Zongyang didn't look at him, but said calmly: "I haven't thought about this feeling. I just think back to the road I have walked since I was a child, all for survival. It's the same for you, isn't it?"

The old man snorted and laughed: "You are right, but there are different ways to survive. You run for the so-called tribe, you run for your brothers, but their casualties in the past three years still cannot bring you back. Your tribe, your brothers are all in vain.

You live with your destiny controlled by others, but I am the one who controls your destiny and everything in the world!
Truth is based on one's own strength! In this world, I am the only truth!"

Cheng Zongyang did not refute, but agreed: "You are right."

The old man was stunned: "Have you figured it out?"

Cheng Zongyang shook his head slightly, stood up resolutely and said, "Let's go. I also want to see if your medicine can succeed with me as the medicine."

His posture is upright, and his eyes reveal a hint of determination and fearlessness.

The old man frowned, as if disturbed by Cheng Zongyang's calmness, and then snorted angrily: "Pretending, don't think I can let you go! Two hundred years of life is enough for me to make further progress!"

After saying this, the aura around him slightly changed, revealing his greed.

In the room, a large three-legged cauldron stood proudly in the middle. There was no firewood under the cauldron, but flames were burning fiercely.

The flame was dark blue in color, and seemed to have intelligence as it jumped. Its temperature was hot enough to slightly distort the space.

But all of these were restrained by a force under the alchemy cauldron, without any sign of overflowing.

The old man looked at the alchemy cauldron with an increasingly proud look on his face. The wrinkles on his face smoothed out with pride, and he laughed loudly:
"This alchemy cauldron contains all kinds of natural treasures that I have collected over the past two or three hundred years. There are also the harvests from this year! You are lucky to have so many natural treasures integrated into your body."

“These natural treasures are all rare in the world. There are thousand-year-old spiritual insects taken from the deep sea, which contain vitality so rich that it is almost tangible;
There are meteorite crystals brought out from ancient ruins, which exude mysterious and powerful star power; there are also spiritual grasses that grow on the edge of the cracks in the spiritual world, which can communicate with the spiritual veins and gather spiritual power... Hum! "

Seeing that Cheng Zongyang ignored him, the old man snorted coldly and stopped showing off.

With a sudden wave of his hand, the lid of the alchemy cauldron flew up, bringing with it a sharp whistling sound, like the call of the god of death.

Cheng Zongyang just stared at the alchemy cauldron quietly, his expression still calm.

The next moment, Cheng Zongyang was grabbed by the old man out of thin air and thrown into the alchemy cauldron like an ant.

With a loud bang, the lid of the alchemy cauldron fell, sealing Cheng Zongyang inside. Then he flicked his finger towards the flame, and the flame immediately burst into flames.

As soon as he entered the cauldron, Cheng Zongyang felt a terrifying surge of high temperature, which seemed to burn him instantly.

The natural treasures around him quickly liquefied under the high temperature and turned into colorful spiritual liquid, which coiled towards him like a spirit snake.

Cheng Zongyang's cultivation was sealed and he was completely unable to resist. The energy contained in these spiritual liquids was too powerful and it began to seep into his body and meridians in a moment.

He suddenly felt severe pain in his body, as if thousands of needles were piercing every inch of his skin, and his meridians seemed to be burned by fire.

The high temperature outside also burned all his hair into nothingness and made it disappear. Then his skin and muscles, and his body gradually turned into a blood-red humanoid creature.

Cheng Zongyang endured the severe pain.

As time went by, he found that the spiritual liquid that had merged into his body began to be absorbed and refined by him.

His meridians began to become stronger under the nourishment of this energy, and his internal organs were also covered with a layer of light, as if repairing his body.

But the next moment, the old man changed the temperature of the flame in the cauldron, and it was no longer so terribly high.

But this continuous and stable temperature is like boiling a frog in water, keeping the temperature inside the alchemy furnace constant at a level that is neither too high nor too low.

As a result, a kind of pressure emerged, and the temperature and pressure inside the alchemy furnace gradually increased.

Cheng Zongyang understood that this was the old man's way of ensuring that the spiritual liquid he absorbed into his body would not be affected by the high temperature and lose its medicinal properties, thus causing the failure of medicine refining.

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This shows that the old man is extremely skilled in alchemy.

Cheng Zongyang gradually found it difficult to hold on, and his consciousness began to blur. The spiritual fluid in his body completely merged into his body and seeped into his heart.

Eventually, he lost consciousness, and his body gradually refined and shrank.

After an unknown amount of time, an irregular pill in the shape and size of a heart floated in the cauldron, slowly turning.

This pill emits a soft light, with strange patterns faintly visible on its surface. The energy inside is surging, but it is restrained by a certain force.

But this process has not disappeared. As the elixir continues to be refined by the elixir fire, the impurities and ashes in it continue to be removed.

Its size is gradually decreasing and its shape is gradually becoming rounder.

As for the old man outside the cauldron, his heart was already so excited that his eyes were filled with greed and ecstasy. He couldn't wait to swallow the pill that condensed his countless efforts and expectations, in order to realize his ambition of living for two hundred years and going further.

But it is not the right time yet. We can only continue to stabilize the refining of the alchemy furnace to avoid any accidents that would cause failure at the last moment.

As time slowly passed, the pill finally took shape, and Cheng Zongyang completely turned into a thumb-sized emerald green pill.

Its color is as gentle as jade, and its light is restrained yet reveals a deep mystery, as if the essence of the entire heaven and earth is condensed in this small space.

Seeing this, the old man could no longer suppress his ecstasy and greed, so he opened the lid and took out the pill.

Looking at the pill floating in front of him, his hands shook violently.

The moment his fingers touched the pill, a strange energy wave spread through his fingertips and spread throughout his body, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

He couldn't wait to put the pill into his mouth. The pill melted in his mouth and a tremendous amount of energy surged through his body like a surging tide.

The old man's face first showed an expression of extreme satisfaction, but then it was distorted because the energy was too strong.

His body began to tremble violently, and his skin glowed red, as if a fire was burning inside him. His meridians crackled under the impact of this energy, like strings about to break under the weight.

But this force was quickly suppressed by the old man, who began to sit cross-legged to refine the elixir.

At this moment, Cheng Zongyang's soul was like a stream of light, passing through the endless void and quickly returning to the reincarnation space of the Hall of Ten Thousand Clans.

Cheng Zongyang's soul was like a wisp of light smoke, gradually condensing into a clear shape.

He slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of confusion and bewilderment in his eyes, and looked around at the strange scene.

The runes that were flashing with strange light around were distributed in an orderly manner like the twinkling stars in the night sky, and the energy flows were like lively streams, winding through the void, interweaving a mysterious dreamlike picture.

His brows were slightly furrowed, his mind full of confusion, and he had no idea where he was.

However, this confusion did not last long.

Soon, his attention was attracted by a figure.

It was a person who looked exactly like him, standing quietly not far away, with a faint smile on his face and an indescribable depth and mystery in his eyes.

A sense of vigilance and curiosity surged in Cheng Zongyang's heart. He thought to himself that he had just been thrown into the alchemy cauldron by the old man and was refined into elixir, so how could he see such a strange scene here?

Who is this person who looks like me?

With a heart full of questions, he stared at the other person and asked, "Who are you?"

Hearing this, the young man raised his lips slightly and said softly, "Ringwraith."

Before he finished speaking, a ball of light emitting soft light quickly sank into Cheng Zongyang's soul like a meteor.

In an instant, a large amount of complex information flooded into Cheng Zongyang's mind. His soul seemed to be in a vast ocean, impacted by countless memory fragments and mysterious insights.

About half a while later, he slowly came back to his senses from the strong shock and slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, Cheng Zongyang's clone felt as if a bottle of five flavors had been overturned in his heart, with all kinds of feelings mixed together.

What just entered his body was his originally sealed memory.

Now, he understood the whole story.

This first brief reincarnation experience was like a thrilling fantasy journey, which allowed him to truly witness the cruelty and ruthlessness of the world, the complexity and changeability of human nature, and the fickleness of fate.

"How do you feel?" At this moment, Cheng Zongyang's original body's steady voice sounded in the space.

The clone raised his head, looked at the original body, sighed softly, and said, "I have gained a little, but not much. There are many things that I cannot understand and have no way to solve. How long has it been?"

Cheng Zongyang's original body shook his head slightly, with understanding in his eyes, and said to his clone:

"The Great Dao is invisible. How can you easily comprehend its mysteries and truths? I can't help you with this, and neither can the Ringwraiths. You can only figure it out on your own.

If you gain something the first time, and if you gain a lot, then I will celebrate with the whole world. As for time, it is only more than two years here. The time ratio is 10:1. Ten years in the Samsara Realm, one year here. "

Upon hearing this, the clone smiled bitterly and said helplessly:

"But this kind of experience feels really good. At least it allows me to experience the difficulties of monsters and the contradictions between humans and monsters as a monster.

This gave me a deeper understanding of the various living creatures in this world, and made me realize that all things in the world are struggling in the whirlpool of fate.

Whether it is the powerful humans or the seemingly weak demons, they all have their own helplessness and sorrow.

Just as an old ape demon said, everything is determined by fate, and we have no control over it. Life and death are all predetermined. "

Cheng Zongyang waved his hand: "That's your perception. I can't solve it either. When will the next time start?"

(End of this chapter)