240 One Hundred Thousand Mountains Seventeen
At this moment, it felt as if its master was ready to take on everything for it, a solid shield. Now, if I needed it, I could simply open my mouth and it would extend a helping hand without hesitation, like lightning.
The voice echoed in my ears at that moment, not just an inquiry, but a promise. It was like a drowning person grabbing a straw, rescue was just around the corner, but...
"I refuse!" Wei Ming roared inwardly.
With all his might, he shook his head with great difficulty, blood flowing like water, it was hard to tell whether it was tears or blood!
"I refuse!" These words echoed in Wei Ming's heart, filling him with unwavering courage and a sense of impending death. He had his own convictions, though he didn't know why, but he believed his strength and courage would take him further.
If it were a matter of life and death, before death, its heart would be filled with hope and faith in the future, as well as its own persistence. It really doesn't look like an eagle.
Wanqing and Rourou's eyes welled up with tears. Rourou choked back sobs and whispered, "Brother, please help him!"
Touching Rou Rou's kind heart, she gently said, "He refused, and the choice has been given to it. As for how to choose, I respect its decision. I don't want him to regret it later."
As for how Weiming makes his choice, that is his own choice, at least in his sober state. Since he has made a choice, he naturally has his reasons, which may seem pathetic or pitiful to others.
However, one's convictions should be based on one's true inner thoughts. Therefore, I respect his decision and don't want to see him regret making a choice against his own will, at least while he is still conscious.
At this moment, the Fifth Elder was extremely anxious. He watched helplessly as Wei Ming was struggling with the incredibly difficult task of breaking through to the Demon King level, yet he was unable to get close enough to help him.
The surrounding turbulent space acted like an invisible barrier, causing the Fifth Elder's repeated attempts to fail. He knew he was powerless at this moment and could only hope that Wei Ming could safely weather this crisis.
The surrounding ice swords formed a violent space that seemed to be an invisible, closed domain, trapping all living beings within it, including the air itself.
The Fifth Elder's eyes revealed deep anxiety and worry. From this moment on, he felt the call of his bloodline. He knew that for his eagle race, the Demon King was far more important than his own life.
The opportunity to have a demon king in charge is right before their eyes. If they lose this opportunity and lose a demon king, it is unimaginable what kind of regret and remorse it would bring to their race.
There's nothing for me to hesitate for even a moment longer!
The existence of the Demon King is a crucial foundation for their race's survival in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. A powerful Demon King can protect and safeguard their people, enabling them to weather various challenges and crises safely.
In their lives, the position of the Demon King is undoubtedly the most important. It can even be said that a Demon King can protect their race for one or two hundred years, or even several hundred years.
In an instant, the Fifth Elder knew that his actions might be futile, or even suicidal, but he did not hesitate or back down at all.
With a flap of its wings, it moved with incredible speed, unleashing its full power. A fierce wind howled around it, pushing it beyond its limits, and it resolutely charged towards the space formed by the raging ice sword.
Like moths drawn to a flame, he rushed forward recklessly. He only hoped to do his best to save the trapped Weiming and help it break through to the Demon King realm. Even if there was only a sliver of hope, he was willing to pay any price without regret.
Wanqing screamed in terror, her voice trembling, "Brother!"
Eyes wide open, face contorted with shock and terror, as if unable to believe what was happening before her. Kind hands clutched her throat tightly, as if afraid she would suffocate; her face was pale, drenched in cold sweat, as if all the blood had been drained away by fear. Her body trembled, her heart pounded, as if she had been utterly terrified.
The most unbearable scene is always that of the sentimental gender; at this moment, their beautiful faces turn pale, making them all the more pitiful.
Her lover gently shook his head, making no other move. He whispered, "Let her try; otherwise, she'll suffer from inner demons later."
Intelligent beings all have their own principles and beliefs, especially cultivators. The Fifth Elder's talent is certainly not lacking. With such a genius, who wouldn't be proud?
At this moment, I know that if I only save my body while my spirit is completely extinguished, then everything is meaningless. I'll just be a living corpse, and my life and death in these 100,000 mountains will be in the hands of others.
True redemption lies not only in physical life, but also in the salvation of the soul. Only by revitalizing the spirit can one truly be reborn. If one has truly died, then one has achieved what one sought, and there is nothing to regret.
Just like a person, if a person loses their spirit, they will become like a walking corpse, losing the motivation and passion for life.
You might feel like you've lost your soul, becoming empty and lost. You might lose interest and enthusiasm for life, becoming helpless and frustrated. You might also feel like you've lost your direction, not knowing how to face the road ahead.
Such a situation requires a long period of recovery and adjustment, perhaps even a lifetime, to regain one's spirit and motivation. This is even more true for an eagle; without its spirit, its life hangs in the balance, and this is no just and benevolent forest.
I sought death and I found it; I sought benevolence and I found it. Others laugh at my clumsy life. I take up my knife and face death, seeking nothing. But who knows that my heart is dead? What is the point of living? What is the point of dying?
At this moment, the Fifth Elder only had eyes for rushing in. He no longer considered life or death; he was solely focused on getting there. As for whether he could offer any help, he didn't know. Even the Fifth Elder himself didn't know.
Perhaps we can, perhaps we will die here, but it really doesn't matter. If "our clan also has a demon king, there will be a larger clan, more food, and more eaglets to survive!"
The demon king in a clan is the pillar that ensures the stability of their clan. He can quickly cultivate the middle-level power and allow ordinary clansmen to live longer.
The longer it lives, the more experience it accumulates. With rich experience and wisdom, it can guide fledglings on the right path.
As the population grows, its territory expands, providing more food and resources, which increases the survival rate of chicks.
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