Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

Upon entering the Demon Cave, Xia Jin had assumed that it would only contain darkness and demonic energy, but what he saw before him was quite unbelievable.

This place is completely different from what he imagined.

The cave was as bright as day. The surrounding walls emitted a soft glow, illuminating the entire space. The floor was also incredibly clean and tidy, without a speck of dust, as if someone had been cleaning it year-round.

But Xia Jin's gaze was quickly drawn to the three stone statues standing in front of him.

The three stone statues were about his height, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice anything special about them. But upon closer inspection, they shocked Xia Jin.

Because the faces of these three stone statues look exactly like his!

"What...what if?"

Xia Jin frowned, her gaze shifting back and forth between the three stone statues, a growing sense of unease rising within her.

At that moment, an even stranger scene unfolded.

As if sensing his arrival, the three stone statues began to move.

"Click—click—"

The surface of the stone statue was covered with dense cracks, and pieces of stone kept peeling away. As the stone chips fell away, the real body inside the statue was revealed.

Those were three people who looked exactly like Xia Jin!

Her face, figure, and long purple-gold hair were all identical to his. Even the robes she wore were exactly the same as Xia Jin's attire.

The three people stood there quietly, all six eyes fixed on Xia Jin, their lips curling into the same eerie smile.

Xia Jin's face immediately darkened, and she sneered, "Playing tricks!"

Without any hesitation, he struck the figure closest to him with his palm.

However, the next moment, his palm passed right through the man's body, as if he had struck thin air.

The figure remained motionless, still maintaining that eerie smile, its body swaying slightly like a reflection in water before returning to its original state.

"A phantom?" Xia Jin withdrew her hand, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes.

At this moment, the figure in the middle slowly spoke, and the voice was exactly the same as Xia Jin's: "You've come. We've been waiting for you for a long time."

Xia Jin looked at him coldly: "What are you?"

The figure on the left spoke up: "Us? We are you."

"To be precise, we are your future. Three different futures."

"Nonsense!" A cold glint flashed in Xia Jin's eyes, and her spiritual power surged as she prepared to attack again.

However, the figure in the middle shook its head: "It's useless, you can't hurt us. Because we already exist in your heart."

"We are the epitome of your future," said the figure on the left.

"One is you in despair."

"One is you in your greed."

"One is you in the throes of desire."

After the figure in the middle finished speaking, all three figures laughed simultaneously. "Would you like to see which path your future will take?"

Just as Xia Jin was about to speak, the figure in the middle suddenly shone brightly.

An irresistible force instantly enveloped Xia Jin.

……

When Xia Jin saw the scene before him again, his movements froze.

This is... the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty?

The streets were familiar, the buildings were familiar, and she could even smell the familiar aromas wafting from the street stalls. Yet, the scene before her made Xia Jin's eyelids twitch involuntarily.

Ruins were everywhere, fires were everywhere, and corpses were everywhere.

The sky was torn open with huge cracks, and several incredibly powerful alien races stood in the void, coldly reaping all the living beings that were still alive.

"These damn alien races!"

Xia Jin's face turned somewhat gloomy. He tried to move, but found that his body seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force, making it difficult to move.

Just then, an even more distressing scene unfolded.

His younger brother, Xia Yu, was being trampled underfoot by a foreign race. Xia Yu was covered in wounds, yet he stubbornly raised his head and looked towards a certain direction in the void.

"Big brother...where are you...?"

Just as he finished speaking, a blade flashed through the void, and Xia Yu's head rolled directly in front of him. His eyes were still gazing into the distance, waiting for his elder brother until his death.

Xia Jin's eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

That wasn't the end of it. Another familiar figure appeared before them—it was Leng Yuexi.

The woman he loved most was now surrounded by a group of alien races. Her body was covered in wounds, yet she still held tightly to protect Su Xuanji behind her.

"Sister Yuexi, don't worry about me, you should leave!" Su Xuanji, who was seriously injured, shook her head at Leng Yuexi with a look of despair.

Leng Yuexi turned to look at Su Xuanji behind her, revealing a gentle smile: "Silly girl, I promised him that I would protect you."

"My husband... if there is an afterlife... I hope I can still be your wife!"

Before she could finish speaking, a sharp blade pierced through her body.

"Sister Yuexi!!" Su Xuanji behind her burst into tears, but a cold light flashed and her body slowly fell down.

"No!!"

Xia Jin gritted her teeth, looked up at the sky and roared, two lines of bloody tears unknowingly flowing from her eyes.

pain!It hurts so much!

One by one, familiar figures fell before his eyes.

All are dead.

are dead.

And he could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything about it.

For the first time, he felt this sense of despair.

"what!"

The sun mark between Xia Jin's brows suddenly appeared, bursting forth with dazzling golden light. Behind him, three enormous halos simultaneously materialized, radiating a suffocating pressure as they spun.

White flames erupted from his body!

"You're all dead! You bastards!"

Xia Jin roared, and white flames swept wildly in all directions, trying to burn this scene of despair to ashes.

However, the flames pierced through those scenes without causing any damage.

Those horrific scenes continue, and those familiar faces continue to die.

I don't know how much time passed.

Those horrific scenes gradually faded away.

Xia Jin was panting heavily, his body trembling uncontrollably, not from fear, but from anger that was about to spiral out of control.

His long, purple-gold hair was now completely soaked and clung tightly to his cheeks.

His eyes burned with fury as he stared intently ahead.

However, the figure in front of them had already disappeared.

Only two figures remained, standing there silently, watching him indifferently.

Before Xia Jin could recover, the figure on the left lit up with a dazzling light again.

Another irresistible force enveloped him.

……

This time, it wasn't despair, but greed.

Xia Jin appeared in an incomparably magnificent palace.

He sat atop a massive dragon throne, gazing down upon the scene below. Below him lay countless kneeling figures—humans, demons, and even some races he had never seen before.

Everyone was shouting, "Greetings to the Eastern Emperor! Long live His Majesty!"

Xia Jin looked down at her hands and felt the almost inexhaustible power within her body.

With a mere thought, he could move mountains and fill seas. With a wave of his hand, he could decide the life and death of countless beings. The entire world was under his control.

that power.

Supreme power.

This feeling...this feeling...

That's wonderful.

Just then, a distant bell rang out from the void.

A huge bronze bell slowly flew down from the void and hovered in front of Xia Jin.

"This is... the Eastern Emperor Bell?" Xia Jin's eyes were filled with shock, and she couldn't help but reach out to touch the ancient bell.

He could sense that once he obtained this ancient bell, his power would reach unprecedented heights.

At that time, all alien races and world-ending calamities will vanish before him.

His hand drew closer and closer.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the ancient bell,

"Thump!!"

A deep, resonant bell tolled in his mind!

Xia Jin was startled. The scene before her eyes instantly cracked with countless fissures, shattering like a broken mirror.

He returned to the bright cave, where only one last figure remained before him.

That figure represents lust.

Within Xia Jin's sea of ​​consciousness, the incomplete Eastern Emperor Bell was now slightly warm.