Demon Lord 3

Wuming's eyes suddenly moistened. He'd never imagined the master he'd been searching for was still alive, but why hadn't he found him? Thinking about all the things he'd done, his mind darkened. He realized he'd done something wrong, which was why his master hadn't approved of him. I sighed and patted him on the shoulder. We'd been communicating with paper. It was true we hadn't learned to speak yet. I figured if I could babbled, I could try, but I didn't dare speak. I wondered if this would haunt us forever. Why did I have the illusion that I could speak? Was it real or fake? If I spoke now, people hundreds of miles around might hear it, because they were also monitoring Wuming's frequency, which they were familiar with. Any stranger's frequency would cause a lot of trouble. I was afraid of getting into trouble, so I didn't continue the experiment. Next, I figured I had to find Wuming's master. Why was he pretending to be dead? How could someone who was dead be resurrected? Was this person incredibly powerful? Could someone discard their body, leaving only their soul alive? Then, these souls would find different bodies and achieve corresponding immortality. Could this person have been resurrected from that time? Suddenly, I felt like I had opened up my Ren and Du meridians. I asked Wuming directly when this happened, how many years he had lived, and how many years his master had lived. Wuming was stunned. He knew exactly how old his master was, but he didn't know. He'd lived a long time, maybe thousands! He nodded doubtfully, then shook his head, saying, "Maybe more." Suddenly, I seemed to understand the whole thing. Perhaps his master was from the era before he could speak, but my abilities hadn't declined at all, including my speech. Slowly, I began to become stubborn, believing my survival was a miracle, believing everything was wrong, that anything good was an anomaly, and that I was perfect, unaware of how profoundly flawed I was. The fact that these people are still alive is a miracle. Back then, they wanted to save the world, to overturn everything, but they didn't have the ability to succeed. They would definitely need to be more powerful than we are now. So, if we went now, what would our chances of success be? I dare not imagine, but I still dare to give it a try. After all, here, this is our home turf. Even if everything here is different than we expected, our hearts have been tempered to an incomparable degree. Coming here is to sharpen our hearts, to make every choice amidst our pain and struggle, to experience the ups and downs of life, to feel firsthand what people go through, to understand the unfairness and inequality of treatment, and to approach life with unwavering passion. Riddled with life's scars, yet filled with passion, that means we've conquered the world. That being said, we still seem rather dejected here, without any goal or direction, searching blindly. Just seeing a moving red dot and chasing it relentlessly. There's no telling when we'll catch it. But we firmly believe that if we can complete this here, our hearts will surely grow. Most missions are very short journeys. I don't understand why we've experienced the warmth and coldness of human nature so quickly. Are these the only things worth experiencing in this world? Of course not. There's so much more we need to experience, but our time is limited. What's the point of wasting it all here doing simulations? Wouldn't it be just as blind when we actually enter the exam hall? Coming here, we're always thinking about who to punish, who to save, but we haven't considered what kind of life we'd have if we left the world alone and just listened. We might encounter something in the future, but it certainly wouldn't be now. Curiously, I asked, would there be a world like our modern one? Wu Luansen answered in the affirmative. He said, if we were to continue our journey, we would undoubtedly be transported into the real world, where we might become perfect listeners! It's that feeling of not having any sense of participation, of not having any sense of reality, of being detached from reality, yet also being in it, unable to be pulled away.