Demon Lord 3

Then he smiled and said, "Thank you, but I still want you to know, and I know you can hear me. Everything I'm saying now is to make you understand one thing, that is, in the future I will definitely be better than you, and when we fight, even if you tie up all these abilities, you still can't beat me. Do you understand what youthful arrogance is? Your voice sounds like a childish child, but I feel that the old city aura you have is no less than that of my father. I probably guessed who you are, but there is no need for me to tell you now. We'll see when the time comes." After saying these arrogant words, I instantly wilted. I didn't expect these things on my body to be tied tighter and tighter, as if they wanted to strangle me to death. Now it's difficult for me to even breathe. If I want to stabilize my state of mind, I must chant a spell. Now I can't even breathe, how can I chant a spell? Thinking of this, I felt like I was being strangled. Suffocating, I suddenly unleashed a surge of potential. I thrust my body forward, stabilizing it. Standing, I stepped forward with my celestial steps and chanted a mantra. The mantra's calligraphy, like a golden talisman, struck the surrounding barriers, releasing my restraints. I saw the light of day again. Now I've reached a new level, my abilities have indeed improved significantly. Suddenly, I realized that this time, my opponent hadn't given me a bad outcome. It was obvious that he still wanted me to survive. He had given me all these things in the hope of forging a final battle with him. I didn't expect him to be personally training another opponent! So what was he after? Wouldn't it be better to have no rivals? Wouldn't it be okay to fight my father? My father's abilities are still rising. If he fought my father, he'd definitely be stronger than me. After all, in my previous life, I hadn't even reached my father's level. In short, wasn't the Demonic Twin Venerables just a failure? In my previous life, I was controlled by my parents like that. I absolutely cannot do that kind of thing in this life. I would rather believe that I am not the Demonic Duo Lord in the previous life, nor am I the Huo Ruoxi in the previous life. I would rather think that I am a new person, a person who has been re-incarnated in this world, just to replace that position, to replace the Taoist Lord. But all this cannot be changed. I am Huo Ruoxi, but my parents seem to have known that something was wrong in my previous life, so the restrictions on me have been reduced. If there is no restriction, I will not grow into a real person, I will not grow into the person my parents want me to admire. But if the restriction is too deep, what will be the result? The result will definitely be that I will be trapped by this restriction for the rest of my life. People who live in restriction forever will grow into useless people. Among these useless people, there are some who think they are not useless, just like me in the previous life. In fact, the problem with me in the previous life was that I was originally a useless person, but I thought I was very If I become too strong, I'll underestimate my own abilities. By then, I won't even have a good reputation, and will simply be described as someone with integrity. In the end, I feel like that kind of life isn't what I want. I want a life of reckless abandon. It's a bit of a coincidence, actually. I didn't think that way before. I used to envy my past life, feeling like I was a very good person. Even if my fate wasn't good, it had paved the way for my present life. But in the end, I realized that nothing paves the way for the future; only hard work is needed for the present. I didn't do that back then, which proves that the preparation my parents gave me and my own abilities weren't enough. I simply overestimated myself, realizing my abilities are no better than those of an ant. Now, I must be down-to-earth at every step. If I can't break free from these constraints and break these old things, I'll be trapped here forever, trapped in my old fantasy of being a Daoist master, possessing endless magical powers. But is that really good? Has that ever truly existed? Of course not. What have I ever truly existed for? Only those beautiful pasts and some happy memories. But spiritual practice is painful. If we achieve success without pain, it is not success. It may just be an illusion we have imagined. But all of this is so painful. Only after we have experienced pain can we know that beauty is hard-won. If we have not experienced pain, then happiness will not interest us at all.