Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 632 Girl
Emptiness is not necessarily bad; it allows for long-term cultivation...

Zhou Leng was shocked to discover that his memories of divine runes had disappeared.

Upon further reflection, all memories of martial arts vanished, leaving only a vague recollection that I knew martial arts. Then, what exactly is martial arts?

An indescribable fear welled up inside me.

It's okay, I still have family, and...

Zhou Leng was astonished to discover that he didn't recognize a single person in his memory.

A wisp of something indescribable seemed to leave consciousness, be detached from itself, fly away into the distance, and dissipate.

Ironically, having just experienced a deeply unforgettable feeling creates a stark contrast, making it even more unbearable.

There's also knowledge, and more...

However, everything that was experienced, like the world before, quickly faded from memory.

Those people, those events, those tears, that anger, those roars, those battles, those beautiful moments, those…

nothing left.

The fear of losing everything grew stronger and stronger.

The resistance to the void is growing stronger.

What followed was a long period of solitude.

When all positive feelings disappear, negative feelings, like a snowball, keep rolling and growing in the coldest part of consciousness.

Okay, that's all gone.

Keep the bad ones.

At first, Zhou Leng relied solely on his martial arts will to persevere.

But gradually, the effect of martial arts willpower became weaker and weaker.

At first, Zhou Leng could still feel the length of time.

Ten years, a hundred years, ten thousand years...

But slowly, time entered an endless state, each moment seemingly leading to the very end of time.

An indescribably long period of time.

Later, all the fear, loneliness, helplessness, and emptiness transformed into a fundamental and ultimate question.

What is the purpose of my existence?
Having lost all his memories, lost all that was beautiful, Zhou Leng didn't know how to answer.

Ultimately, consciousness, like a stone falling into water, slowly sank to the bottom of the sea.

If one does not understand the meaning of existence, then one cannot exist.

Life, cut off.

The gates of purgatory spun, throwing Zhou Leng out.

Big Yellow ran over with a smile, then looked down and froze.

Zhou lay quietly on the ground, her eyes open, the light in them slowly fading.

"Wang!"

Big Yellow went completely insane on the spot; this was death!
It has encountered too many battles and seen too many eyes like that.

Big Yellow stretched out its paws and kept pawing at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng remained motionless.

It raised its two front legs, then gently placed them on its heart...

Big Yellow stopped and tilted its head.

The heartbeat is normal, blood flow is normal, and there is a strong aura within the body.

But it seems that only consciousness has disappeared.

Big Yellow raised its head and looked at the giant frost tree.

The giant frost tree remained unchanged.

Big Yellow pouted, mumbled a few complaints, crossed its two front legs, lay on the ground, and quietly watched Zhou Leng.

The light in Zhou Leng's eyes dimmed more and more, but it never disappeared.

A day later, the light in his eyes slowly began to shine.

Before long, Zhou Leng shuddered violently, like someone who had been rescued from drowning, gasped for breath, and then sat up.

His eyes were filled with terror, and even a hint of age flashed across them.

Although he had clearly escaped the state of emptiness, his consciousness was still affected, his mind was in chaos, and he was panting heavily.

Zhou Leng slowly looked around. The white grass on the ground, the yellow fur on the dog, the rough tree trunk, and even his own fingers—everything was perfect, very good…

Zhou Leng, like an infant, reconnected with his body, reconnected with the world, reconnected with his memories, reconnected with everything.

My perception of everything seems to have deepened.

The instinct to be reborn after death makes us cherish everything even more.

In my mind, the divine script slowly rotated.

"call……"

The fear and shadow in Zhou Leng's heart had not yet dissipated.

The thought of the void sent a shiver through his body and a tremor through his mind.

"That feeling, just how many years..."

Having seen the movie before, I felt that the prisoners in the dark room were nothing compared to me, and that I could get through it even by just thinking wildly.

But the realm of nothingness has no memories.

That feeling was truly...

"abnormal."

Zhou Leng glanced at the Gates of Purgatory.

After a long while, Zhou Leng sighed softly and gently stroked Da Huang's head.

"I was inside, and I saw my mother."

"Huh?" Big Yellow's ears suddenly perked up, and it looked up sharply, staring at Zhou Leng.

She also asked about you, and I said you've grown up...

Big Yellow whimpered, scratching at the ground with its paws, its eyes sparkling.

After Zhou Leng finished speaking, Da Huang snuggled into his arms and whimpered softly.

Zhou Leng patted Da Huang's back, slowly lay down, and fell asleep.

I felt refreshed after waking up, but I was still shaken by the experience of being in the void.

Let alone losing his memories, even if he cultivated inside for hundreds of millions of years with his memories intact, his current martial will would still collapse.

Humans are, after all, human beings; they are not inanimate objects.

That kind of prolonged loneliness and imprisonment can kill people.

However... it's alright, not disgusting, acceptable.

Then, we'll talk about it next time. Zhou Leng had no intention of continuing into the Gates of Purgatory. He headed towards Mammoth Lake, intending to use the Enchanted Bottle to collect lake water to nourish Xu Qingjin.

"what?"

The Tree of Life, hundreds of meters tall, is lush and verdant.

Beneath the tree, the roots protrude from the ground, forming a pool about ten meters in diameter.

A breeze blew, and the pale green pool water shimmered.

"This water of life..."

Zhou Leng immediately sensed an aura far stronger than that of ordinary life-giving water.

He walked quickly closer, dipped his finger in the water, put it in his mouth, and savored it.

Big Yellow peeked out, lowered its head, and stuck out its tongue. Before it could reach the target, Zhou Leng grabbed its neck and pulled it backward.

Big Yellow whimpered and looked aggrieved.

"Wait a little longer!" Zhou Leng said.

Big Yellow pouted and obediently lay down.

Zhou Leng smacked his lips. This life-giving water is a bit strong.

This is just a newly born Tree of Life, and the essence of its life-giving water is probably less than one-tenth of that of the old Tree of Life at the Treeman Base.

But the actual aura was slightly higher.

When it's fully ripe...

Moreover, the life-giving water here contains a strange power.

Turning my head, I saw Mammoth Lake on one side and the Frost Giant Tree Forest on the other.

The future of this tree of life is unimaginable.

Zhou Leng said, "The life-giving water here is extremely important; it might affect your ascension to sainthood or godhood. You must keep a close eye on it, do you understand?"

Big Yellow nodded repeatedly.

"Don't take this lightly, it will be very useful in the future."

Big Yellow nodded hurriedly and patted its chest with its paw.

Zhou Leng took out the magic bottle, took some of it to test its effects, and will slowly accumulate the rest.

After making thorough preparations, they took away a large number of ferocious beast bones, replaced Big Yellow's magic spirit bag, and headed outside.

At the entrance of the Furukawa Research Institute.

Li Yuanhe and the others, dressed in military uniforms, stood at the door with calm expressions.

Many members of the Guhe Research Institute stood behind Li Yuanhe, their eyes darting around, their faces showing reluctance.

Across from them, a group of high-ranking people dressed in jackets looked over.

Leading the group was none other than Zhao Cong, the Governor-General of Liangjiang.

He brought people with him a second time.

Unlike last time, he actually carried the military orders of the Third Commander of the Demon City Army and the First Commander of the Zhenhai Army.

Due to its unique nature, the Furukawa Research Institute still lacks a clear affiliation.

It is controlled by multiple parties, including the Demon City Army, the Armed Guard General Hospital, the Divine Literature General Hospital, and the Supreme Court.

However, Li Yuanhe, the director of the research institute, belonged to the Demon City Army.

When Zhao Cong's assistant chief took out two military orders stamped with the official seal, Li Yuanhe gritted his teeth, stood at attention, and saluted.

"Hello, sir!"

Zhao Cong said in a friendly tone, "As the Governor-General of Liangjiang, protecting the country and ensuring the safety of the people is my basic duty, and inspecting key facilities and institutions within Liangjiang is also my duty. Last time I came, you did your job well, and I didn't blame you. But this time, I hope you can cooperate with the entire Liangjiang team."

The people at the Guhe Research Institute looked at Zhao Cong and everyone behind him, and sighed in their hearts.

This time, I'm afraid there's no way.

The last time Li Yuanhe refused Zhao Cong, it had already caused quite a stir in the upper echelons of the Dragon Kingdom.

One demigod even asked at the meeting whether the Furukawa Research Institute was actually an institution under the jurisdiction of the Martial Academy. It was utterly unruly and undisciplined.

Many people only realized afterward that Zhao Cong had used a feigned retreat as a tactic to advance.

The last time they refused, but now the procedures are complete. If the Governor-General of Liangjiang can't get in, wouldn't the Guhe Research Institute become an independent kingdom?

In recent years, the Supreme Court has targeted independent kingdoms the most, and this has even become a regular practice.

Every year, the Supreme Court launches special operations to investigate and crack down on a specific field, vertical system, or region, taking turns to clean up the mess and prevent the emergence of states within states.

The Furukawa Research Institute can refuse Zhao Cong, and even Zhao Hao.

However, they could not refuse the Governor-General of Liangjiang and the entire Liangjiang administration.

If they refuse again this time, it will be a major scandal.

Zhao Cong can mobilize the power of the Supreme Court to launch a thunderous strike and extend his reach into the Furukawa Research Institute.

He represents not only himself, but also the vast forces that want to extend their reach into the Ancient River Sect.

Li Yuanhe's gaze slowly dimmed, and suddenly, he raised his head and looked ahead.

Tall shadows were reflected in his pupils.

Zhao Cong and the others all turned around and looked back.

Then, one after another, enormous creatures, each over ten meters tall, stepped down from the demonic carriage.

Like towering mountains, casting shadows underground.

The leader was a middle-aged delinquent whose entire body was covered in blue totems.

Shanhe Tianyue scanned the crowd, his gaze landing on Zhao Cong, and he gave a light snort.

Behind Shanhe Tianyue, he walked down Shanhe Plain. Beside Shanhe Plain stood a little girl who was much taller than him.

The little girl had a round face with a bit of baby fat, big, bright eyes that were so clear they seemed to sparkle, and golden hair tied into a simple but shimmering braid down her back.

She was slightly overweight, with a voluptuous chest that resembled a landscape, making her quite impressive.

If you shrink her down to 1.5 meters, she would be an adorable and cute girl that everyone would love, and she would be treated like a doll wherever she goes.

She is 15 meters tall, equivalent to a five-story building.

She's still very cute.

She smiled happily, looking around. Despite her enormous size, she exuded an aura of innocence that made people instinctively mistake her for a child.

"Brother Yuan, where's Brother Zhou Leng? Who are they? Are they going to fight? I have a feeling that one of them is... really bad."

As Huang Jinli spoke, she looked at Zhao Cong, her brows furrowing slightly.

"What are you doing here?" Shanhe Tianyue looked at Zhao Cong warily.

The Great War of the Ten Realms is about to begin, and the giants and dragons will inevitably engage in a protracted and brutal war, just like before.

He was burdened with a difficult task: he had to ask Zhou Leng for help to activate the Ancient Call and give the Giants an extra trump card.

The Giants' higher-ups had all heard about Zhao Cong and Zhou Leng's affair, but he knew even more from Shanheyuan.

(End of this chapter)