The mysterious whisper was like an invisible divine road, guiding Luo Feng into a direction leading to the ultimate secret of the warrior.

"This is..."

Luo Feng's consciousness saw a world full of flowers. The breeze blew on his face, making his pores open and he breathed everything greedily.

At the end of this road of fragrance of flowers, the whispering sound is still there.

Luo Feng continued to move forward, stepping out tentatively, and suddenly the world began to collapse and shatter.

The next moment, the road to fragrance of flowers disappeared, leaving only a blood-colored world everywhere and a road made of corpses.

The end is no longer the end, but a straight upward divine peak.

The voice of the old Saint Lord Xuanyuan came from the clouds deep in the Divine Peak, as if pulling Luo Peak up.

"Fight," Luo Feng always felt that this was a huge opportunity.

As I mustered up the courage to step onto the mountain road, the corpses began to become less and less, but the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger.

In the end, only a desolate area was left, but at this time, Luo Feng found that his emotions had changed strongly.

Loneliness, pain, self-blame, sadness...

All kinds of extremely strong negative emotions came to his face, and Luo Feng's body began to spasm. He knelt on the ground, and even had a strong reaction to this and began to vomit.

"I understand," Luo Feng said with pain, "This is the lifelong understanding of the old sage master's martial arts path."

His life was full of sunshine and joyful in the first half of his life.

In the middle is the world of the Holy Lord who was born out of the battlefield and everything.

And! Is the second half of the old holy master’s current insight?

Luo Feng remembered the Shen Yun in the Xuan Realm of the ancestor of the Ji family at that time, and this was the same feeling.

Although it is not as strong as the old Saint Lord Xuanyuan, the feeling of loneliness cannot be distinguished by strength or weakness.

Is the old saint telling me that the end point of a warrior will only be loneliness and despair?

"Young man, why did he embark on martial arts?"

At this moment, an old voice came from the depths of the Divine Peak, very light, but Luo Feng could hear it very clearly.

Luo Feng looked at the desolate depths with a strong negative emotion, and said with a firm look, "To protect the people I can protect."

"If so, your future will not be better than me, or even worse than me."

Luo Feng was stunned, and wanted to speak but stopped.

"There is no end to martial arts, the end is just an abyss. The abyss will devour everything, including yourself."

"They are actually wrong in trying to maintain themselves in this path that is destined to have no end."

"Some people say they need to have a strong will, some people need to have absolute talent, and some people say they need great opportunities, but those who reach our level have different opinions on this."

"Please give me advice from the old Holy Lord."

"If you want to not be swallowed by eternal loneliness in the abyss, all you need to do is stop, don't try to move forward anymore, and don't think that you can maintain all your status quo with strength."

"Stop?" Luo Feng frowned, "If you stop, good people will be bullied. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, if you don't have the strength, your friends around you will be destined to be easily erased by others."

The owner of the voice was silent and conveyed for a moment, "At that at least you won't lose completely, you can at least master some."

"Strength will erode people's hearts. It is more terrible than time. The former relatives turned against each other because of this. The best partners fought each other and the lovers were guarding against each other day and night."

"I won't," Luo Feng said firmly, "I firmly believe that there will be no mistakes in this road. I must keep moving forward. Even if the front is destined to be full of dangers, I cannot stop. This is my responsibility and my mission.

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"I have guessed this, so I said that your future will not be better than mine, or even more tragic."

"Young man, if you plan to move on, come along this mountain road."

Luo Feng continued to move forward, and the ancient land finally became cold and bone-bone. The world was already in chaos. It was like an abyss, and it was about to erase all Luo Feng's consciousness here.

Finally, Luo Feng saw the old holy master whose body was curled up on the Shen Peak.

This is not the shining top powerhouse in Luo Feng's stereotype.

He was old and was like a dead tree bark, with his spine bent and his arms hanging weakly on the ground.

His breathing was so weak that he could hardly feel the breath of life in him.

If he hadn't known that he was the old saint, Luo Feng would have thought that he was just an ordinary old beggar whose life was about to end.

"Old Holy Lord," Luo Feng bowed.

"Come here, young man," the old lord stretched out his thin hand.

Luo Feng walked over and sat down in front of the old holy lord.

I only saw the old Holy Lord slowly turned his palm over.

In Luo Feng's wrist guard, a purple light was taken out and fell into the palm of the old holy master.

"That's...the earrings given to me by Senior Sister Fifth."

This earring was given to her after following the barbarian tribes on Tianze Island at that time. In the small town on the surrounding area, the fifth senior sister led her to meet the old man from the Junfang Organization.

The old Saint Lord Xuanyuan looked at the pendant, and his eyes covered with mist showed endless sadness and self-blame.

He sighed a long time, and his voice trembled, "That child still holds a grudge against me after all, and I'll leave all such important things to you."

"This is given to me by Senior Sister Wu, I really can't see anything special about it."

"This is her mother's close object, not a precious thing, you can understand it as a locator."

“Localizer?”

"Well yes, it is precisely because of this earring that I see everything you are experiencing these days," Xuanyuan's old holy master looked at Luo Feng, with a clear hint of sadness and despicability in his eyes.

Wasn’t Luo Feng experiencing his first half of the flower fragrance journey?

"Since this thing is the property of the old lord's family, then the old lord will take it back."

"It's okay. Since it was given to you by Liuli, it's yours. It can be seen that you are very important in the child's mind. She wants to know your location at any time based on this earring."

"So that's the case," Luo Feng reached out to pick it up, but found that the old Saint Lord Xuanyuan's hand was a little cold and terrifying, as if... touching a corpse.

"Old Holy Lord, is it true that the higher the martial arts go, the more you go, the more you will be left with pain and loneliness?" Luo Feng was still a little scared.

After all, even the Old Saint Lord Xuanyuan and his own ancestor of the Ji family ended like this, and Luo Feng felt that he was very likely to be unable to escape the shackles.

"This is inevitable," said the old master Xuanyuan, "I believe that you have experienced some things about separation from life and death when you have reached this state. Tell me, how do you feel?"

Luo Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and the first thing he thought of was the old master who was on the road to enlightenment of martial arts.

"pain."

"But your pain is only short-lived. When one day you reach a certain level, you will find that the pain that has disappeared will bury you and make you suffocate and breathless."
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