Chen Jing had never been a scuba diver.

Whether in this life or from another memory, he had never felt this way before: being dragged down by something profound, into a dark sea, and looking up to see a Frankenstein-like god, who was getting further and further away from him.

Chen Jing's consciousness was fading.

He realized, instinctively, that if he fell asleep here, he would die.

"What dragged me down was my instinct, my desire... what the teacher called my evil self."

Chen Jing realized that the true meaning of seeing the gods was that he was no longer a god, but was being dragged down into the ocean.

What should I do? Chen Jing asked himself.

"Right... cultivation techniques, using cultivation techniques can resist..."

Chen Jing recalled the key point mentioned by the expert: Imagine yourself as a warrior, never give up, never surrender, fight against heaven and earth, and fight against yourself!

Chen Jing tried his best to ignite his fighting spirit, imagining himself as a lone warrior amidst countless enemies.

rush!

Charge forward!

Chen Jing felt the immense pulling force of the evil self, and continued to resist the sinking; this was a battle of pure willpower.

He thought of Xing Tian from the mythology, who, even after his head was cut off, continued to fight.

He thought of Kuafu chasing the sun, who, even when scorched by flames, still pursued them.

He thought of Hou Yi, who drew his bow and shot an arrow at the divine bird in the sky!

Fight against heaven and earth! Fight against heaven and earth!

In an instant, Chen Jing felt as if he had turned into a little bird, filling the sea with twigs.

He felt like an ancient person trying to control a flood, with only rudimentary tools in hand, while the flood was like a vicious dragon.

Are you really a warrior?

Chen Jing heard a voice coming from himself, no, from his evil self.

It stands outside the sinking ocean, displaying Chen Jing's memories of the past.

The man called "Father" made money off Chen Jing and his two siblings, but Chen Jing did not directly resist him. Instead, he eked out a living and dared not confront him. He only used his abilities to negotiate with him, hoping that his younger siblings would have a slightly better life.

Recalling even earlier times, Chen Jing saw him punching and kicking Li Huaxing, and saw his younger self standing fearfully to the side.

Chen Jing saw that he was drunk and had beaten his seven- or eight-year-old self all over, but he did not choose to fight back, but simply huddled together with him.

In an instant, Chen Jing also began to doubt himself, and this doubt was like a crack that was tearing apart his persistence.

Chen Jing's consciousness completely blurred, and darkness descended.

...

The "expert" had his sword at his waist, his eyebrows lowered, but his hand was on the hilt.

Chen Jing in front of me has reached a critical moment. His pores, ears, and mouth are seeping out something dark and deep, like mud.

The mud enveloped him, giving him an ominous appearance.

The "expert" remained calm and used his talent to sense Chen Jing's condition.

If Chen Jing fails, before he goes mad with evil, the "expert" will personally kill his disciple.

Fog filled the window.

...

"I am not a soldier."

Chen Jing frankly admitted it to the figure of the evil me.

"I'm just an ordinary person who doesn't want tragedy to happen and wants to save the people around me."

"I chose to fight and resist, not because I had a strong will or a firm determination."

"It's because I had no other choice."

"I want to gain power."

"For beautiful things."

Chen Jing muttered to himself in the dark sea, recalling the dream he had before, the beauty of the dream and the destruction at the end.

"hehe."

Strangely, Chen Jing seemed to hear laughter like that of a newborn baby. The sound was definitely not his own, but he still heard laughter.

Laughter from within

Chen Jing seemed to be able to breathe again. He looked down at his palm, and a strange light shone in his hand.

In an instant, knowledge and power flooded his mind, as if they had always been there. Some of the scattered knowledge consisted of fragmented words, while others were fragmented images and pure impressions.

Blood Realm! Pill Realm! Qi Realm!

sad.

Unnoticed.

Spiritual energy, spiritual power.

Chen Jing opened his eyes and saw his teacher staring into his eyes, while the expert was letting go of the sword hilt.

"Congratulations," the expert said.

Chen Jing then confirmed that he had succeeded.

As Chen Jing stood up, patches of solidified black substance fell off his skin. Chen Jing bowed deeply to the expert but did not say thank you.

I am deeply grateful and cannot express my thanks.

The expert calmly accepted the bow and said, "Let's see what your abilities are like. You may have some questions. Ask away, and I'll answer whatever I can."

Chen Jing nodded, quietly absorbing the atmosphere.

Just by closing his eyes, he could feel black, liquid-like substances flowing inside his body. Their source was not the dantian or similar location that Chen Jing had expected, but his brain, and they were circulating within his body.

Chen Jing naturally knew what they were: spiritual energy.

They seem to have always existed, but we simply didn't know how to use them before, so we couldn't feel them at all.

He also naturally acquired a talent for using spiritual power. By controlling his spiritual power to enter a state of sadness, he could allow this spiritual power to seep out from the surface of his skin and form a protective film. In this way, people around him would subconsciously ignore him, as if he did not exist, just like seeing an inconspicuous pebble that no one would care about.

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