Demon Lord 3

Upon learning all this, the old man finally broke down. I use the word "old" because he's not young anymore, and despite all he's experienced, he still lives like a child. He's always longed for the love of his parents and master, but they're all gone. He never imagined I was talking to him about his master, still alive. We continued our search, but he remained sullen. He thought, if it wasn't his master, or perhaps just a message from his master, what good was that? He wanted his master himself. Only his master could heal his soul. We couldn't truly nurture his soul, because we didn't know the deepest wounds within. Yet, his master could. Since the day he rescued him, he'd treated him like his own son, caring for him with unwavering care. So, if there's a single antidote in this world, it's his master's teachings! A perfectly normal person, born into this world, labeled an outlier, someone who believes he's ordinary, forced to become a deity, yet is viewed as a demon. This world is nothing short of inverted, but isn't our world just the same? If we were all disabled and handicapped, and those born with disabilities we mistakenly considered freaks, what would they think? We can't judge too much, because we don't deserve it. If we practice more, perhaps we'll gradually understand a truth: for those living in this world, good and bad, good and evil, right and wrong, true and false, these things are unimportant. Only after experiencing life and death, and becoming indifferent to the mundane, can we take everything for granted. But aren't humans also such emotional beings? Who can say that there is a person who can let go of all this, despise nothing, value nothing, and care about nothing? If someone can do this, I think they are truly divine. But now, with our mortal bodies and mortal intelligence, if we want to cultivate to become true gods, we still have a long way to go. If we were gods in our previous life, but became human in this one, how can we explain it? But I think that whether it's gods or humans, they're ultimately the same thing, simply categorized. We shouldn't care about so-called humans or gods, even those born gods. What's the point? In the end, don't we still have to endure birth, old age, sickness, and death? Or perhaps it's the pain of being swept away by the passing of the old and the new that makes them want to die. They believe that their thousands of years of existence have become meaningless. Will they die at that point? Is death worth it? We walked a long way and were getting closer and closer to the red dot. The red dot slowly stopped moving and stopped in a deep mountain. We wanted to go into the mountain to explore, but we couldn't find a good direction. If we went into the mountain from the front, we would have to climb over many hills to get there, but if we went through the middle, we would be in danger. After all, we didn't know the situation inside. It would be very steep to walk from the outside or the side. All of a sudden, we were in a dilemma. If we want to save the most time and effort, we must take the steepest route. If we want a medium route, we can try unknown dangers. If we want the safest route, the arrival time must be the slowest. One reason is that we are eager to find the master, and the other is that the two of us are silent here. One is that we can't send it out, and the other is that we don't think it is necessary. Let him make the decision on this matter. After all, he has been looking for a master for so many years. Logically speaking, if he can't find it, he should be decadent forever. His ability is among the best in the world. Why can't he beat those people? After thinking for a long time, I came to a conclusion, that is, it was not that he could not defeat those people, but that he was outnumbered. His master's ability must be stronger than his, but if it was now, it would not be certain. But in the past, his master fought alone for so many days, and in the end both sides were injured. This shows that the power of unity is great after all. Even if it is a group of rabble, even if it is a group of ants, but they are united. What's more, those people are not so cowardly. If there are one or two leaders, they may really be powerless to resist this matter. The secret in the mountains is only one step away from us, but we can't get involved. We can only grope step by step, with difficulty.