Theoretically, if you encounter the same difficulties as your predecessors, it will naturally be easier to follow their path.
However, before the Dragon God created the world, countless races of exotic beasts were trapped in chaos, but only the Dragon God successfully created the world. The difficulty of this path can be understood with a simple thought, which is roughly equivalent to being impossible to replicate.
But now he was at a loss, and every moment of stagnation was equivalent to one more danger, so Luo Jiujiang tried to split the chaos.
The result was naturally an unexpected failure.
Who can blow away the air with his breath? Or who can flood the ocean with a drop of water? If two things of the same origin come into contact, they will only merge, not consume each other.
Chaos remained so ordinary and insignificant that Luo Jiujiang's successive slashes seemed to fall on cotton. Luo Jiujiang's Sky-Splitting Blade could even rip a fatal wound, but when used in the chaos, Luo Jiujiang's blade failed to cut anything except a cool breeze on his skin.
It seems that if we insist on using brute force, things will only reach a deadlock.
If a head-on attack doesn't work, is it possible to avoid it?
Luo Jiujiang's eyes flashed, and he found a direction in the pure darkness.
According to the clues provided by the Five Elements Essence, the size of this ball of chaos was only comparable to the length of the Dragon God's claws. Even if the Dragon God stood tall and majestic, with claws long enough for him to do a somersault, he wouldn't have been unable to break free even after counting his own heartbeats for nearly a thousand times.
Was it the chaos that clouded his discernment and perception, or was it...
Extremely suddenly and strangely, Luo Jiujiang's mind suddenly emerged the scene of a golden rat taking continuous steps in a rolling ball, but at this moment, Chaos was the rolling ball, and the guy who was being spun around was himself.
Luo Jiujiang swore solemnly that if he could escape this time, he would go back and not secretly play with the armillary sphere on his master's desk.
Now Luo Jiujiang couldn't fight back, and couldn't run away either. He was truly helpless. If this chaos had a little consciousness, it would probably be watching Luo Jiujiang's joke with cold eyes, just like Luo Jiujiang was watching the hamster ball.
Luo Jiujiang's breathing became disordered for a moment, and then he slowly suppressed it back to its original frequency.
If all the rules here are completely messed up, his cultivation will be of almost no use, his eyesight will be deprived, his hearing will be weakened, his perception will be silently blocked, even his knife, which he holds in his hand, Chengxue, who seems to have become one with him, is helpless at this moment, then what does Luo Jiujiang have left?
In the darkness, Luo Jiujiang suddenly remembered a conversation he had with Feng Xue in the past.
During those years of fighting side by side in the deadly land, in that vast expanse of white snow, in that memory mixed with blood and the purest friendship, Feng Xue once asked this question.
At that time, she was suffering from hunger all the time, and judging from her appearance, she could almost be mistaken for being half-crazy. Her voice was so thin that it didn't sound like she was asking questions to Luo Jiujiang, but rather like she was mumbling to herself.
She said, "From the past to the present, I've witnessed the joys and sorrows of countless people around me, and witnessed the births and deaths of countless passers-by. My thoughts and environment have been completely turned upside down. When I look in the mirror, I can't even remember what I looked like five years ago. At this time, how can you be sure that you are still yourself?"
"If all the planks of a ship were replaced from its first voyage to the end of its life, do you think it would still be the same ship as it was originally?"
Hearing this, Luo Jiujiang casually scratched the snow twice, drawing a round-headed, cute little sailboat. When answering Feng Xue's question, his tone was serious enough: "These are actually two questions - whether the boat is still the same boat or not, I don't know, but I know that I must still be myself."
Feng Xue whispered, "What? Why?"
Luo Jiujiang said without hesitation: "Just follow my heart."
Back then, they had no plan for how to escape the deadly place. The horizon stretched only to the vast expanse of white snow, a veiled haze weighing down the horizon like the uncertain future. Xie Chuncan and Feng Xue sat silently in the cave, like lone wolves or trapped beasts. Their hearts brimming with despair and rage, they crudely and recklessly equated countless untenable outcomes with death.
However, Luo Jiujiang remained as firm as a stone and as vigorous as a flame. From beginning to end, he never gave up on life.
At fourteen, Luo Jiujiang had lost all contact with his close friends, family, and master. Now, at seventeen, he no longer had any reliance on his strength, inspiration, and talent. A white expanse of death and a pitch-black chaos—how similar were the situations Luo Jiujiang faced three years ago and three years later.
But even though he has nothing, he still has himself.
He was also certain that he was the same person he was before.
In the pitch darkness, Luo Jiujiang tucked the corner of his robe and sat down, pulling out a bag of fresh water from his storage bag. All the fine wine he had brought into the Holy Land had been dedicated to the banquet celebrating Xiao Ren's recovery, so at this moment, he could only offer water.
But since you are determined to fight, why not get bogged down in the minutiae of the difference between water and wine?
Luo Jiujiang poured half the water onto the ground, then raised the water bag into the air, his wrist dangling mid-air as a salute, a gesture of invitation. Silently, he had already sounded the clarion call to battle Chaos to the bitter end. Sharing a drink before the action was a modest expression of respect for this formidable foe.
However, Luo Jiujiang was unable to swallow the saliva after all.
——God knows how the strange "chaotic" characteristic of chaos works. At least Luo Jiujiang couldn't understand it. Why did a sour taste rush straight to his head as soon as a mouthful of clear water entered his mouth, almost making him cry, and his mouth was full of the sour taste of white vinegar?
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