Only on the thin line between life and death can one see a person's true perseverance and terror.
Garen undoubtedly did it. He faced this fear calmly and did not even care to despise it. He had faced too many life and death situations.
Perhaps when he faced death for the first time in the world of secret martial arts, he would have uncontrollably trembled, but now he is no longer the good-for-nothing ordinary person he was before.
Hesas couldn't understand why Garen was so excited. It was like he could never become his true form and be resurrected. He was just a memory, not complete.
'You...' He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
Garen checked his physical condition and found that his right eye could no longer recover, but most of the other injuries on his body had healed.
"Nadia..." He whispered, reaching out to touch the empty socket of his right eye.
This is the first time he has suffered such a serious injury since he became a martial artist. Nadia is indeed the pinnacle master in ancient times, but she was injured like this just from such a distance.
But this battle also made Garen understand something about his deepest desire.
Fight with the strong, let your will sublimate in the battle, between life and death, climb to a higher peak, enjoy the battle, and pursue the battle. This is the nature that has always been hidden deep in his heart.
Garen stretched out his hands and looked at the scars that still remained on his arms. The physical pain still lingered in his heart, but the strong stimulation and pleasure had completely disappeared.
For the first time, he recognized the gap between him and the legion-level masters. According to Hesas's description, Gu Yinduo divided the levels into five levels: soldiers, teams, generals, legions, and the highest demon king.
This is divided according to the level of void creatures. He is currently at the third level general level, while Nadia is at the legion level. There is one level difference between the two.
In the world of void creatures, a gap in one level represents absolute suppression. Numbers are meaningless. Suppression by level is fatal and absolute, leaving no room for resistance.
"Even though I have almost recovered the peak power in the totem world, there is still a huge gap between me and Nadia." Garen understood in his heart. The sixth type of the totem world seems to have a very strong range of power, but in fact it is the same as the world.
It has to do with strength. The strength of the totem world is far less than that of this world, so the six types there are only as strong as generals.
"How big is the difference between one level?" Garen suddenly asked.
Hesas was silent for a moment. He knew what Garen wanted to ask.
'The difference between you and Nadia is that you failed to truly integrate all your strengths and tap your full potential. In fact, you also have the soul will of the Nine-Headed Dragon, so you can naturally produce the Nine-Headed Dragon.
Blood, but you haven't tapped into that terrifying resurrection ability talent like Nadia did.'
"Tap all my abilities and talents?" Garen asked repeatedly.
'Yes, your things are mixed. The will of the nine-headed dragon, the secret martial arts of life that you practice, and the countless martial arts that you have learned in the past, in fact, you have not completely integrated into one, eliminating the waste and retaining the essence.
, those secret martial arts are one by one in your memory. You only understand them thoroughly, but you cannot completely integrate your own martial arts. You can only create a secret martial arts that is completely your own. Note that it is completely your own thing.
The next direction is to find the path that suits you best, to find your direction.' This time Hesas did not fool Garen, but answered his question honestly.
Garen pondered.
Indeed, what he has learned all this time has been too mixed, and the direction has always drifted with the tide, without a real main line. This is certainly because he cannot find a path that allows him to continue on, but it is also because he has not insisted on implementing the path from the beginning.
And for the sake of the end.
In the world of secret martial arts, he learned a lot of secret martial arts, changing one after another. His power and strength improved, but it was indeed not pure enough, and it was just a hodgepodge.
In the world of totems, he learned various totems and transformed himself into a human or a ghost. Even his soul was integrated into the will of the ancient nine-headed dragon. It was a hodgepodge and he finally reached the pinnacle because of chance and coincidence.
Hesas is right, he has never been able to find a road that can go all the way.
"Do you have any suggestions?" Garen pondered for a moment, and finally asked.
"Guyinduo has disappeared for many years, but the void creatures are thriving again. Maybe this is fate." Hesas sighed, "My suggestion is that what suits others may not suit you, so it is better to integrate everything."
"Learn and truly hold your future in your own hands." He seemed to say this from the bottom of his heart without any cover-up.
'Guyinduo has the Demon King level as its peak, and we have left three avenues. Each of them is enough to lead to the peak.'
"Which three?" Garen asked with his heart moving.
'Life, death, chaos.' Hesas whispered, 'The secret martial arts of life, the secret martial arts of death, and the secret martial arts of chaos between life and death. The three paths embrace everything, cover everything, are vast and boundless, and contain us.
Understanding and thinking about the universe.'
He continued: 'If I guess correctly, the secret martial art of unknown life that you are practicing now should be the seed of life of the peacock in the cold hell.'
"Hell Peacock?" This is the first time Garen has heard of this creature.
'Yes, the thirty-second most powerful creature among the void creatures has long since disappeared. It is one of the hundreds of inheritance seeds that the warlocks extracted from the true spirit mark of the mother river at a great cost. Your secret weapon is based on
Its seeds are the core, and it continues to grow, develop, and grow derivatively. The final route it takes is actually the last several growth routes of the Cold Hell Peacock.'
"In other words, this disciple's secret martial arts allows people to imitate powerful void creatures and evolve?" Garen seemed to have heard some hidden meanings.
'It can be said that warlocks observe and study the most powerful existences they can see, learn from and imitate them, and some extremely powerful creatures among void creatures have become their imitation objects. This secret martial art was developed by warlocks later.
The secret martial arts seeds of life are powerful ways to walk the path of life.'
"Can you reach the peak?" Garen asked.
'It is possible that the Cold Hell Peacock will be at the Demon King level when it is most powerful, but this chance is very small. Even the Cold Hell Peacock itself has only a small chance of reaching the Demon King level. Using a human body to practice imitating void creatures,
No matter what, it is impossible to compare with the real Cold Hell Peacock, so the pinnacle of this secret martial arts should be the legion level,' Hesas explained.
'Without a deep understanding of the avenue and a true understanding of the horror of the Demon King level, you will never reach that realm. The levels of void creatures are very strict, and it is even harder to cross them than to reach the sky, so now you understand
Is it the preciousness of my demon-killing skill?'
Garen's expression remained unchanged. He would never regret abolishing the Demonic Killing Technique. He would regret what he had done and do it half-heartedly. It had no meaning other than a waste of time, and it was not his personality.
"That's a top-notch magic skill that can wield a sword at the level of a demon king! You have no hope of finding another secret weapon like this!" Hesas began to bewitch and try to persuade Garen again.
Garen automatically blocked Hesas's nonsense and focused on his own condition.
He glanced at the attribute bar in his field of vision. The name of the Secret Martial Arts of Unknown Life on it had changed to Cold Hell Peacock Kung Fu. And as his knowledge of high-level secret martial arts increased, he was gradually able to estimate the properties of the Secret Martial Arts of Unknown Birth.
Limit, in this way, the content displayed on the ability attribute bar gradually increases.
'Cold Hell Peacock Kung Fu: The first level of introduction (there are five basic levels, three derived levels, and eight levels of full power). Each level of the skill will purify one's own bloodline and gradually move closer to the cold hell peacock physique. Finally,
Achieve the highest form, the limit is legion level.'
Other information is unknown, but it is much better than before.
He looked at his potential points and saw that there were still ten points left. He had used up two or three points to repair his body. He didn't pay attention to the exact number, but the injury this time was too serious. It was not just the injury caused by Nadia.
There is also the horrific consumption caused by him forcing the fourth star to open, which is the consumption of lifespan. The key has no potential points to replenish it, so he can only pay the price of more than ten years of lifespan.
He stood up, walked to the door of the room, gently unlocked it, and opened the door.
The little maid who hurriedly ran over from the door was still in a daze at first, but when she saw the bloody and bloody state of Garen's right eye.
ah!!
The exclamations and fears continued, and the maids in the villa looked at Galen with horrified eyes. They gathered from around, some from downstairs, and some from the backyard in a hurry, and soon they were surrounding Galen.
A group of people.
Garen frowned and saw several of his men coming over from the crowd. He took off the black copper mask he had put on the bookcase next to him and put it directly on his face.
Slowly raise your right hand and spread your fingers.
"Huanlou Fist, forget...!"
Amidst a deep sound, Garen's right palm suddenly made a seductive and soft strange sound, like the plucking of a harp or the trembling of a violin, emitting a seductive voice like a siren.
Throughout the villa, the maids and subordinates were attracted by this sound, and all their minds couldn't help but look at Garen's right hand.
For a moment, the entire second floor was silent. No one made a sound. Everyone's face was blank, staring at Garen's right hand and unable to look away.
Gently clenching his fist, the phantom sound suddenly stopped. Garen put down his hand and touched the mask on his face.
Snap.
He clapped his hands together and made a crisp sound, and suddenly the people on the entire floor who had been confused came to their senses.
The group of people seemed a little confused and at a loss. They seemed to have no idea why they suddenly came to the second floor. After hesitating for a while, the two head maids stood up.
"Master, do you have any instructions?" one of them asked in a low voice.
Everyone noticed the splatters of blood on Garen's body and the black copper mask on his face. But no one remembered why he wore the mask. The memory of Garen being blind in one eye came directly from
It disappeared from my mind, as if I had never seen it before.