Huang Yi and Dao Feng walked forward with the sunset, chatting as they went.
Gradually, they arrived at the beach of Sun Island. The sunset was almost gone, with more than half of it already hidden at the end of the horizon, looking from afar like a little fireball floating above the ocean.
The last few rays of golden afterglow sprinkled into the vast ocean, dyeing the waves a golden yellow, sparkling brilliantly.
"This feeling is so good." Dao Feng suddenly opened his arms, closed his eyes, and made a gesture as if embracing the sun.
Huang Yi sensed so implied aning in Dao Feng’s words, turned his head to glance at him, and asked, "What’s going on?"
"Because I’m no longer the world’s number one! If it were two years ago, I wouldn’t have had the ti to watch the sunset; I would probably still be grinding levels desperately!" Dao Feng smiled slightly, expressing his feelings. "Back then, everyone had high expectations of , but I found it increasingly difficult to et those expectations. Every day I was anxious, afraid others would surpass , afraid that those who supported would leave, afraid I could no longer move forward. Shortly after I retired, I shut myself in my room every day, afraid to go online, watch TV, visit forums, read others’ comnts, or even use my phone, fearing calls from others. I thought I was brave enough, but it turned out to be just a facade."
"Thinking too much, it’s because you think too much." Huang Yi looked at Dao Feng again. "You desire too many things, ** is the source of pain; it makes you crave, fantasize, be anxious, and wander aimlessly."
"Indeed! Back then, I pursued the position of world number one too much, and it beca a burden. If I had to do it all over again, I don’t know if I would still chase that position. To this day, I can’t distinguish whether being world number one is good or bad. Was the real back then or is it the real now?" Dao Feng said as he pointed at the sunset at the edge of the sky, "Look at the sunset right now, if you take a photo, how would you determine if it’s rising or setting? Sunrise and sunset, both have the sa golden-red glow, both hanging on the horizon, without considering the direction, they seem the sa, just like many things in this world, hard to differentiate."
"No need to distinguish." Huang Yi shook his head, reaching out to touch the last ray of light from the sunset, "Because at the sa mont, sunrise and sunset are indeed the sa; it’s just a matter of different perspectives. What we see now is the sunset, but on the other end of the world, it is the rising sun. The sun itself doesn’t distinguish between sunrise and sunset; it is always itself."
At this mont, the last ray of the sunset disappeared at Huang Yi’s fingertip, and the fiery red sunset had completely sunk at the end of the ocean.
Darkness spread across the heavens and the earth, as if the whole world was waiting for the moon to rise.
After a while, Dao Feng’s voice echoed again in the darkness: "Actually, I’ve always admired you. You seem to never experience anxiety. You’re like the sun, capable of rising again even after setting, no matter how many cycles of reincarnation, you’re unstoppable. I’m really curious, what is it that makes you so strong?"
As he spoke, Dao Feng turned his head earnestly to look at Huang Yi, with eyes in the dark shining brightly, seeming like this question had troubled him for a long ti.
At this ti, around them on the beach, many players were playing, swimming and splashing about, as if on Hawaii’s beautiful beach. Huang Yi and Dao Feng stood upright, contrasting sharply with the playful players around them.
The moon rose on the opposite side of the sky, casting the first sliver of silvery moonlight, making the ocean glitter with silver. Every wave seed dusted with silver powder, extending all the way to the horizon, as countless players frolicked in this silvery sea.
Huang Yi turned and looked at the lively crowd around, his eyes showing a sense of envy, saying, "Look at these people, look at their smiling faces, how happy they are. You are in The Second World, either for leisure and entertainnt, making a living, or seeking fa and fortune. But not everyone is the sa; so are trapped in prison, living precariously, entering The Second World just to survive. Whatever life you have in The Second World, it’s rely a lifestyle choice; for them, having no achievents in The Second World could an no life at all."
With that, Huang Yi looked into Dao Feng’s eyes and continued, "You just asked what gives the strength to reclaim the world number one title; the answer is right here. You know, before I entered The Second World, I was locked in solitary in the Rose Prison for a long ti, where there was nothing, not even a book, not even a person to talk to, just dark air, damp ground, no hope in sight. Many inmates chose to commit suicide, but I didn’t. Because I always had a purpose in my heart, a mission etched in my bones: I must overthrow the World Federation! Until I achieve this objective, I must not lose!"
At this point, the determination in Huang Yi’s eyes was clear and firm: "To prevent my skills from deteriorating, I trained for a long ti every day in that dark cell. To stave off despair, I talked to myself every day, like a madman talking to himself... I exhausted every ans to hold on. Eventually, things gradually improved. I acquired the Ring to enter The Second World, transferred from solitary confinent to the general cells, t the Thunder God and the like-minded group, and step by step arrived where I am now. Whether in the real world or The Second World, whenever I think of my mission, I’m empowered with stronger strength, breaking through one tough ti after another. If you stood in my shoes, fighting for the sa purpose, you too would be stronger than you are now. I always believe, how far a person can go doesn’t depend on the strength of his feet, but on how far his destination is."
Huang Yi heavily patted Dao Feng’s shoulder and said: "Dao Feng, you are too complacent, but there’s nothing wrong with complacency. After all, everything I’ve done is to eventually lead a complacent life. You already have everything I’ve been pursuing, what more is there to be dissatisfied with?"
With that, Huang Yi turned around and left with big strides.
On the beach, amidst endless chatter and laughter, Dao Feng turned his head to watch Huang Yi’s departing figure, standing still, his gaze gradually losing focus.
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Leaving the beach, Huang Yi didn’t stop and headed straight to the Teleport Plaza, teleporting to the 240th level of the Tower of Pantheons.
Previously, he couldn’t clear the 240th level because the last boss was level 250, which crossed a significant threshold impossible to overco. Now that he’s reached the Third Tier, also crossing this threshold, he is qualified to break the world record for the 240th level.
A flash of golden light appeared in Huang Yi’s hand, and he took out the golden axe scepter!
The twelve black wings on his back flapped continuously, and his body turned into a blur, swiftly charging into the horde of monsters, spinning rapidly.
Terrifying wind blades, mixed with the green poisonous miasma, swept in all directions, and a majestic pressure suddenly enveloped countless monsters!
Just one second later, within a 200-ter radius centered on Huang Yi, all the small monsters fell, dropping a large pile of items!
After the third tier, Huang Yi’s strength skyrocketed so visibly that just a casual attack could produce such a terrifying effect! With a flick of his hands, he could instakill thousands of sa-level small monsters!
"[System Prompt]: Your Eternal Tyrant profession can fuse certain skills. [Judgnt] ets the fusion conditions and can be fused with other area attack skills to infuse skill power into one pair of wings, enhancing its power. Skills currently on cooldown cannot be fused."
Upon receiving this system prompt, Huang Yi couldn’t help but stop and began sorting and fusing his many skills.
He had many skills, dozens in fact, so of which were of the sa category and could now be fused, simplifying them!
First, he fused all the area attack skills together.
Instantly, red smoke billowed from his body. This was the power of his skills, all rging into the first pair of wings on his back!
After receiving this influx of power, those black wings imdiately emitted a trace of violent aura.
The edges of the wings beca extrely sharp, like blades, and with each flap, fiery wind blades faintly appeared, slicing through the air as if to shred the void.
"[System Prompt]: You have nurtured the Wings of Death."
[Wings of Death]: These wings contain the power of death. After flapping the Wings of Death, wind blades composed of fire elents are released, automatically attacking all enemies within a 400-ter radius and generating destructive fire, dealing damage equal to 50% of attack power per second to enemies, lasting for 20 seconds. Each use requires consuming 300 rage points, with no cooldown ti.
The skill fusion ability of the Eternal Tyrant is manifested through the wings!
The power of the Wings of Death after flapping far exceeds any of his previous area attack skills! The range is greater, the damage is higher, and the duration is longer—truly one of the ans of a third-tier divine class!
Next, Huang Yi fused so defensive skills together, such as Last Stand, Special Pardon, Bloodthirsty Slaughter, Body of Lightning and Thunder, and so on.
A familiar scene occurred again, as the power of these skills once more surged from within him, rging into the second pair of wings on his back!
The feathers on those wings imdiately beca bright and much thicker, like indestructible steel plates, forming a feather armor that guarded him firmly.
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It’s been a long ti since the last update. After taking interferon, I experienced symptoms of anxiety and depression, so I took a break.
Feel free to check for updates. If there are none, read other books. Many novels are very well-written. When I feel unwell, I’ll take a break and won’t post leave notices specifically. Sorry for the slow update speed.
During the recent Mid-Autumn Festival, so friends sent blessings, but I haven’t been on QQ much lately and didn’t reply. Here’s a belated blessing for everyone: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Starting Point (qidian) to vote for recomndation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.)
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