That mysterious and profound murmur was like an invisible divine path, guiding Luo Feng on the path leading to the ultimate secret of a warrior.

"This is..."

Luo Feng's consciousness saw a world full of floral fragrance. The gentle breeze blew on his face, making his pores open and he breathed in everything greedily.

At the end of this flower-scented road, the whispering voice is still there.

Luo Feng continued to move forward, tentatively stepping out with his front foot, and suddenly the world began to collapse and shatter.

The next moment, the flower-scented road disappeared, leaving only a bloody world and a road filled with corpses.

The end is no longer an end, but a looming peak that goes straight upward.

The voice of Old Holy Lord Xuanyuan came from the clouds deep in the divine peak, seeming to pull Luo Feng up.

"Fight it," Luo Feng always felt that this was a great opportunity.

After mustering up the courage to set foot on the mountain road, the corpses began to become fewer and fewer, but the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger.

In the end, only a desert was left, but at this time Luo Feng found that his emotions had changed drastically.

Loneliness, pain, self-blame, sadness...

All kinds of extremely strong negative emotions rushed towards his face, and Luo Feng's body began to convulse under pressure. He even had a strong reaction to this and began to vomit while kneeling on the ground.

"I understand," Luo Feng said with a pained expression, "This is the lifelong understanding of the old holy master's martial arts journey."

In the first half of his life, his life was full of sunshine and happiness.

In the middle is the battlefield, the omnipotent world of the Holy Lord.

And! Could it be that the second half is the old Holy Lord’s current feelings?

Luo Feng recalled the same feeling when he was in the Ji family's ancestor Xuanjing Shen Yun.

Although it is not as strong as the old Holy Lord Xuanyuan, the feeling of loneliness cannot be distinguished by the strong and the weak.

Is the old Holy Lord telling me that the end of the warrior will only be loneliness and despair?

"Young man, why do you embark on martial arts?"

At this moment, an old voice came from deep within the sacred peak. It was very soft, but Luo Feng heard it very clearly.

Luo Feng resisted the strong negative emotions, looked into the desolate depths, and said with firm eyes, "To protect the people I can protect."

"If this is the case, then your future will not be half better than mine, or even worse than mine."

Luo Feng was startled and stopped talking.

"Martial arts has no end, the end is just an abyss, and the abyss will swallow everything, including yourself."

"If they want to maintain themselves in this destined to have no end, their perceptions are actually wrong."

"Some people say that you need to have a strong will, some people need to have absolute talent, and some people say that you need great opportunities, but people who have reached our level have different opinions on this."

"Old Holy Master, please enlighten me."

"If you want to avoid being swallowed up by eternal loneliness in the abyss, all you need to do is stop, stop trying to move forward, and don't think that you can maintain your current status if you have the power."

"Stop?" Luo Feng frowned, "If you stop, good people will be bullied by others. In this world of the jungle, if you don't have strength, your friends around you will be easily wiped out by others."

The owner of the voice was silent for a moment and conveyed, "That way at least you won't lose completely, and you can at least still have some control."

"Power erodes people's hearts. It is more terrifying than time. Former relatives turn against each other, best friends fight each other, and lovers are on guard day and night."

"I won't," Luo Feng said resolutely, "I firmly believe that there is nothing wrong with this path. I must keep moving forward. Even if the front is destined to be full of dangers, I cannot stop. This is my responsibility and my mission.

"

"I have already guessed this, so I said that your future will not be half better than mine, or even more miserable."

"Young man, if you still plan to move forward, just follow this mountain road."

Luo Feng continued to move forward. In the end, the ancient land became bone-chillingly cold, and the world became chaotic. It really seemed like an abyss, trying to wipe out all Luo Feng's consciousness here.

Finally, Luo Feng saw the old Holy Lord curled up into a ball on top of the divine peak.

This is not the shining top powerhouse in Luo Feng's stereotype.

He was as old as a piece of old bark, his spine was bent, and his arms hung weakly on the ground.

His breathing was so weak that he could hardly feel any breath of life on his body.

If he hadn't known that he was the Old Holy Lord, Luo Feng would have thought that he was just an ordinary old beggar whose life was about to come to an end.

"Old Holy Lord," Luo Feng bowed.

"Come here, young man," the old Holy Master stretched out his skinny hand.

Luo Feng walked over and sat down in front of the old Holy Master.

All I saw was the old Holy Master slowly turning his palm over.

A ray of purple light was snatched out of Luo Feng's wrist guard and fell into the palm of the old Holy Lord.

"Those are...the earrings given to me by Fifth Senior Sister."

This earring was given to me as a gift to me after I was led by the Fifth Senior Sister to meet the old man from the Balance Organization in the outer town when I followed the barbarian tribesmen to escape from Tianze Island.

Old Holy Master Xuanyuan looked at the pendant, his misty eyes filled with endless sadness and self-blame.

He let out a long sigh and said with a trembling voice, "That child will still hate me after all. I gave you such an important thing."

"Fifth Senior Sister gave this to me. I really don't see anything special about it."

"This is something personal to her mother. It's not a precious thing. You can understand it as a kind of locator."

"Locator?"

"Yes, it is precisely because of this earring that I have seen everything you are going through these days," Old Holy Master Xuanyuan looked at Luo Feng, with a trace of sadness and pity in his eyes.

Isn't it what Luo Feng was experiencing at this time that was the first half of his flower-scented journey?

"Since this thing belongs to the old Holy Master's family, then the Old Holy Master should take it back."

"It's okay. Since Liuli gave it to you, it belongs to you. It can be seen that you are very important in the child's mind. She wants to know your location at any time based on this earring."

"So that's it," Luo Feng reached out to take it, but found that Old Holy Master Xuanyuan's hand was terrifyingly cold, as if... he was touching a corpse.

"Old Holy Lord, is it true that as one goes higher in martial arts, only pain and loneliness will remain?" Luo Feng was still a little frightened in his heart.

After all, even the old Holy Lord Xuanyuan and his own ancestor of the Ji family ended up like this. Luo Feng felt that it was very likely that he would not be able to escape this shackles.

"This is inevitable," Old Holy Lord Xuanyuan said, "You must have experienced some things like life and death when you reach this realm. Tell me, how do you feel?"

Luo Feng's eyes narrowed, and the first person he thought of was the old Heavenly Master who was on the path to martial arts enlightenment.

"pain."

"But your pain is only short-lived. One day when you reach a certain level, you will find that the pain that once disappeared will bury you and leave you suffocated and breathless."
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