On the coast of the East China Sea of the Diyun Continent, the sea shrouded in night should have been pitch black. However, at this moment, a sun appeared in the sky like a phoenix upside down, and its light was so strong that it was no different from daytime, instantly illuminating the entire sea area.
The people on the coastline were deeply attracted by this sudden wonder. They walked out of their homes, looked toward the sea, and stared at the sea that should have been dark, but now sparkled in the sunlight.
People's eyes were all focused on one part of the sky, where it was pitch black, as if a group of locusts were passing through. This dark area formed a sharp contrast with the bright sky around it, which made people feel terrified.
"What on earth is going on? It was a peaceful night just now, how come it suddenly became bright?"
A man stood on the beach, muttering to himself. He stared at the sky with wide eyes and a suspicious look on his face, trying to understand this strange phenomenon.
At the same time, the children in the house were also attracted by this wonder. A little boy stuck his head out of the window, looked outside curiously, and kept muttering: "Dad! How come the daybreak comes so quickly!"
The man heard the child's cry, turned around and signaled the child's mother to coax the child to sleep. He quickly put on his coat, hurried out of the house, and walked towards the village chief's house. He had an ominous premonition in his heart, thinking that this situation must be strange.
However, in this place unknown to everyone in the world, in that unusual scene, there was actually a young man who was alone, fearlessly resisting the millions of troops that were surging like a tide!
One man, one sword.
The young man's eyes were unusually firm, as if the million-strong army was nothing more than a group of ants in his eyes.
Perhaps, people have never seen the boy's true face, never heard his voice, and even don't know his name. But these are no longer important to him.
With great power comes great responsibility
The young man might not know why he was so desperate to face this million-strong army. Perhaps it was because the seed of kindness deep in his heart was driving him, or maybe it was because he was a kind-hearted person in his previous life and he was the same in this life.
Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the highest pursuit of men is a grand ending. But no matter what the reason is, the boy finally chose to stand up and save the world.
However, after he successfully resisted millions of troops and saved the world, what could he get? Glory? Praise? Or something else? Perhaps, these were not what he really pursued.
To stay with someone forever? To ensure that the person you love can live well...
When Xiao Ning rushed towards the imperial army like a torrent of steel like an arrow from a bow, these scenes kept flashing in his mind like a movie.
These scenes seemed to be his last glimpse before death, just like the questions asked by the Black and White Impermanence in the King of Hell's Hall when they came to claim his life, they kept appearing before his eyes and made him unable to escape.
His body was completely controlled by instinct, and the sword in his hand was swinging like lightning, and each swing was carried with endless murderous intent.
He didn't know how many people he had killed, nor did he know how long he could hold on. He only knew that these people were enemies, and if he didn't kill them, he would die.
As time went by, his consciousness gradually blurred, and his body was left with only instinct, which drove him to act. It was a strong desire to live that continued to burn deep in his heart. It drove him, making him forget his fatigue, fear, and even his own name.
In the chaos, he seemed to hear a voice that kept repeating: "Master... Master..."
This voice was like a ray of light in the darkness, helping him find a direction in his confusion.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt that the enemies around him seemed to be getting fewer and fewer. Perhaps he had killed all of them, or perhaps the enemies were frightened by his madness and began to fear and stand back.
But no matter what, the attacks that came like a storm finally began to subside, giving him some breathing space.
Let us shift our perspective away from Xiao Ning’s and instead observe this fierce battle from the perspective of the celestial soldiers.
On the battlefield, blood and killing intertwined, it was a horrible sight. In this chaos, a young man covered in blood stood out. His body was already covered in wounds, but the sharp blade in his hand still ruthlessly harvested the lives of the enemies.
The battle had lasted for two hours, but the young man had never fallen. His left arm was missing, and his right eye was shot by an arrow. Blood flowed down his cheek, staining his entire face. His right ankle was fractured and dislocated, twisted in a weird posture.
Despite this, the boy still stood firm, as if he was the god of war on the battlefield. Every movement he made seemed so difficult, yet full of strength and determination.
Time passed by, and the boy's life seemed to be slipping away. His body was shaky and he could fall down at any time. However, he seemed to be supported by an invisible force and remained standing.
The celestial soldiers present looked at the dying Xiao Ning. Perhaps they thought that if they could give the young man one more blow, they could end this cruel battle and remove the last obstacle for the emperor. However, no one dared to step forward.
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