Master of Strange Dao

The environment is perilous, but no matter how extreme it is, if you find a way to deal with it and are a bit cautious, there is a great hope for survival.

However, within the Hengduan Mountains, there are cave abodes, demons, strange Living Beings, and fugitives who have fled here, all of it exists.

If you accidentally encounter them, it's a test of the blind spots in your knowledge. If you don't handle it well, you're doomed.

Wei Lan rubbed his head, feeling as if someone was whispering in his mind, everything he saw seemed to be changing, sometimes shifting to another perspective.

He gritted his teeth, climbing the snowy mountain, the former arrogance was almost completely beaten down in this trial.

The thought "If I go, I can do it" is ultimately just a thought.

Taking real action is far more difficult than he expected, because in reality, things rarely appear just like in the cases studied.

Like patients, rarely do they have illnesses as standard as those described in textbooks...

The crazy whisperings were constantly bursting in his mind, like a madman babbling some tremendously powerful Spell.

The Spell was crazily trampling on his reason, tempting him to turn back now and return to the Extremely Cold Forbidden Land.

There, that is the door to truth.

Wei Lan's eyes were full of blood vessels, struggling and resisting. He began to understand why the elders said he was still young; only by truly living and walking out of the Extremely Cold Forbidden Land could he barely be qualified to start exploring it.

He climbed bit by bit, crossing the snowy mountain, his mind still striving to maintain sanity, looking for a safe path.

In mid-air, a robed man quietly hovered there, overlooking the youth traversing the Hengduan Mountains below.

"The Wei Clan has been able to pass down through generations, their education for the younger ones is indeed impressive."

The robed man sighed quietly, turned facing the direction of the Extremely Cold Forbidden Land, stepped out and disappeared.

A day later, the silhouette of the robed man appeared out of thin air on the snowy plains, he raised his head, waiting quietly.

As the shapeless, formless Extreme Cold Stream fell, he precisely reached out a hand to collide with it, his hand was frozen, ice rapidly spreading along his hand to his body.

A mass of blazing orange flames emerged in his hand, fiercely clashing with the Extreme Cold Stream.

In the next moment, intense light exploded before his eyes, and when it faded away, he found himself in that frozen world.

A giant fireball, with a long tail, was frozen in mid-air.

This world was constantly trembling, the mad whisperings turned into visible divine essence, rolling crazily here.

As soon as the robed man appeared, he was struck by a divine essence, he pinched out a Seal with one hand to stabilize himself, frowning as he watched the scene before him.

"It can't be wrong, this is truth, this is the destination of all things, the ultimate truth."

"This isn't wrong, but the path is wrong, you've never truly set foot on this path."

"No, I've always been seeking the path, I haven't found the way, how to set foot on it."

"You are just lingering in place, as the Devil said correctly, the last glimmer of life is the greatest obstacle."

The robed man just barely touched a bit, and felt his consciousness almost being drawn in and shredded, quickly safeguarding his mind.

Just feeling the changes here, the robed man's face turned frighteningly gloomy.

He never thought that this being would actually be on the verge of going insane.

But now, he can't do anything, fortunately this being can mobilize little power, he can protect himself.

However, given this being's current state, fearing it won't calmly finish the conversation and then send him out.

After waiting for a long time, the violent storm of consciousness not only showed no sign of stopping, but rather seemed to be intensifying.

The robed man no longer wanted to wait, nor dared to wait, if waiting further, he might die here.

Being shredded by a madman's consciousness, that's a death he'd rather avoid.

"Bah."

The robed man uttered a soft cry, like thunder breaking, a stream of light instantly dove into that gigantic fireball.

The mad consciousness slightly paused, and suddenly all storms rushed towards him.

"Who are you, do you have a new opinion? Speak, what do you support."

The robed man opened his mouth, how should I say?

Left is wrong, right is wrong, no matter what I say I'll be shredded, so to hell with it.

"Neither is acceptable."

The swirling storm abruptly paused, and then a trace of fear emerged within that consciousness.

"Devil! You devil!"

The storm swept the robed man into it, instantly flung him out of this world.

The robed man was tossed from this world, and immediately outside he was washed over by the Extreme Cold Stream, frozen in a slab of Profound Ice.

The robed man sighed secretly, things went wrong right from the start, what happened here?

Thinking of the Wei Clan youth he saw before, appearing close to his limit, his will on the verge of collapse, he regretted not taking a closer look at that time.

If he had figured out what was happening to that youth earlier, and then warned him, "You've strayed, danger ahead," he wouldn't have ventured in recklessly and now be frozen.

A word inexplicably surfaced in the robed man's mind: retribution.

In the frozen world, the consciousness of the Yang Devil began to nearly fracture.

Qi buried a pit filled with explosives long ago, ignited by Yu Ziqing.

Accumulated over countless years, the sediment left behind, that direction, it concerns the fundamentals, concerns the key to one's own path.

Once ignited, in human terms, it's akin to a shattered dao heart.

His frenzied consciousness was searching amidst the collision, looking for a way to put everything back on track.

The robed man wasn't entirely wrong, both sides are necessary.

So, he split.

On one side, he held fast to the old path, the old thoughts, using them to stabilize the consciousness from completely distorting into chaos.

On the other side, he is more resolute in seeking the power of death, to extinguish the ignited flame.

In the frozen world, that giant fireball began to split, dividing into two swirling fireballs.

At a glance, it seemed like there was no problem anymore.

Everything calmed down.

But then a new, more severe issue arose.

The side of consciousness that wanted, without the slightest hesitation, to fully pursue the power of death, to walk steadfastly along the path, its first task was to destroy this last glimmer of life.