In a blood-red world, the entire vast world was blood-red.
There was only an unending stream of red, with no other scenery but the blood-red currents.
a figure appeared out of nowhere in this red world, and when the figure raised his head, he closely resembled a knockoff version of Zhang Xiaohao.
The figure stood bewildered in this world of red, walking forward.
Perhaps he didn’t even know why he kept walking, as if something ahead was waiting for him.
He kept telling himself that he must not fall! He had to reach the end!
As time passed by, one year, two years, five years...
In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed in this blood-red world!
A hundred years brought great changes, and under the erosion of time, everything was decaying.
The originally handsome face, under the erosion of time, became white-haired and stooped, struggling to take steps forward.
Where he passed, trails of crimson blood flowed from beneath his feet.
But it was as if he didn’t notice, his aged face showed no trace of expression, nor did he utter a sound!
It seemed as though the crimson blood traces were not flowing from his feet but mere sweat droplets!
in the unchanged, silently ancient blood-red world,
at this moment, a series of urgent calls came, sounding like a mother waiting anxiously for her child to return home, the calls persistently echoing into the blood-red world.
The aged figure, upon hearing this faint calling, unconsciously halted his foot in the air for several seconds before stepping forward again.
The aged figure continued walking as the urgent calling persisted.
As time delayed, the initially faint calling gradually increased in volume...
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By then, every step taken by the aged figure was incredibly difficult! Each step drained him of untold strength! It took him ten minutes or even longer to take each step.
And the urgent call, after a year of echoing, gradually spread to every corner of the blood-red world.
It resonated back and forth like an echo throughout the entire blood-red world.
"Brother, what’s wrong? Say something, please! Don’t scare Black Dragon..."
"Hmm? That voice sounds so familiar!" The aged figure hesitated as he heard this voice and drew his foot back.
Struggling to turn around, he lifted his creased, aged face and gazed into the sky.
"Brother? Who is calling ’brother’? Why has this voice continued for so long? Why do I find this voice so familiar?" The aged figure kept questioning himself.
"Brother! Your sister-in-law is waiting for you at home!" Suddenly, an even more urgent call came.
With the rise of this voice, it echoed back and forth across the entire blood-red world, turning into echoes that continuously resonated in the aged figure’s mind!
Scenes from the past quickly surfaced in the mind of the aged figure.
In the most mysterious Shennong Mountain of Huaxia, deep within Shennong Mountain, a six-year-old boy under the scolding of a wretched old man, assumed the stance of a horse step. He performed the magical horse stance strictly according to the harsh demands of the wretched old man.
Whenever the little boy got lazy, or was about to give up,
a vine whip would fiercely strike the little boy’s body. The scorching pain pierced his heart. The boy, holding back his tears, stubbornly persevered without letting them fall.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, ten years had passed.
The boy had grown into a handsome young man who, following the orders of a decrepit elder, took on his first task to descend the mountain and enter the bustling world...
The scene changed, and in a snap, six years had gone by.
Over these six years, the handsome young man completed many perilous tasks, hovering on the edge of life and death.
Sometimes, to accomplish a mission, the handsome young man would disguise himself as a shadow, hiding motionless on the beam for three whole months...
The scene changed once again.
The handsome young man laid out a feast prepared by Six Paths on the table.
The decrepit elder threw him a package and drove him away, telling him that if he completed this task, all future commissions from tasks would be his alone.
Filled with excitement, the handsome young man descended the mountain.
In an ancient castle on the European Continent,
Master Old Ghost, originally sitting cross-legged on the ground cultivating, furrowed his brow. He suddenly opened his eyes, calculated with his fingers, and his face turned frightfully grim.
A terrifying aura burst from within him.
The world outside, under this terrifying aura, instantly turned dark with clouds, the sky lit by lightning and thunder roared, winds howled—a scene resembling the apocalypse.
"No! I cannot intervene! I can save him once, but not for his entire life! To truly become a mighty one beyond this world, he must rely on himself! Xiaohao, with your body akin to that of War God, your master believes in you. No matter what difficulties you face, you will stand strong!" Master Old Ghost murmured to himself.
A pair of sharp eyes seemed to pierce through the void, staring directly at Zhang Xiaohao in the blood-soaked world.
Then, the scene jumped once more.
Following the mission’s demands, the handsome young man entered the bustling metropolis.
Face after familiar face appeared in his mind! It was like watching a movie.
When the final, stunningly beautiful face appeared, everything in the world seemed to freeze at that moment!!
Two streams of red tears flowed from the old figure’s eyes.
"Husband, I’m waiting for you at home! If you don’t come, I won’t grow old! If you don’t come, I won’t dissipate! If you don’t come, I’ll wait until my final breath!" The stunning figure’s lips moved slightly, as if conveying something.
The scene shattered, and the stunning figure vanished.
"No! Not !!" A hoarse and exhausted roar suddenly erupted from the old figure’s mouth.
The entire blood-red world, following this sound, seemed to tremble violently.
A heaven-high fighting spirit burst forth from the old figure, continuously rushing towards the sky.
The bloody tears dispersed, the cloudy eyes glinted sharply, and a boundless passion appeared once again within the old figure.
"I am Zhang Xiaohao! In this life, I respect neither the heavens nor the earth, only Master Old Ghost! I have a wife named Cheng Tianxue, and she is waiting for me at home! Even if you are the heavens, what can you do? You can’t confine me!" the old figure sternly declared, each word resounding.
As the final phrase "You can’t confine me!" fell, this voice transformed into a series of terrifying airwaves, sweeping through the blood-red world from its center.
(PS: This Chapter took a whole day to write! I believe today the Alliance Hierarch will appear!!)