Zhang Yong's Perspective
Three days have already passed, and I've been walking through this nothingness.
All I see is a vast expanse of violet grassland stretching as far as the eye can see.
If not for my Heaven-Defying Body, I would have lost the will to go on. Whenever I feel hungry, I cut a piece of grass and eat it.
Because of that, my Ice and Fire Alchemy Structure has advanced to the seventh level, but I feel the grass has already lost its effect—my body has grown accustomed to this poison.
I've already encountered many trees bearing Poison Soul Crystals and have been attacked by rotting dragons.
After investigating, I found that the dragons are part of the trees themselves.
The dragons act as a defense mechanism for the trees against those who try to pick the fruits. As soon as the dragon dies, the fruits instantly disappear, wither, and lose their usefulness.
From what I recall from Master's words, if someone can consume ten thousand Poison Soul Crystals and survive until then, they will reach the pinnacle of the Poison Path.
Honestly, I'm not interested in the Poison Path. The only benefit of the crystals is to enhance the Ice and Fire Alchemy Structure, but I already have fifteen crystals, and I think that's enough.
Now I possess stronger resistance to ice and fire, and my body has become tougher. I believe that after reaching the maximum level, my body will become like Tang San in terms of toxicity and resistance.
And that's good news.
From afar, I began to see a distant place—a beam of violet light that seemed to reach the sky.
The Violet Miasma Wall!
It's the boundary of the Land of Poison. I've reached the wall of a new area. Well, this is the first good news in a long time.
I walked toward it until I stood before it. I extended my hand, and the moment I touched it, I felt an unparalleled soul-corrosive pain.
I involuntarily pulled my hand back—it was too painful—and gripped it tightly, suppressing a groan.
I breathed calmly and steadied myself. "Damn, this hurts."
Nevertheless, I activated the Heavenly Eyes and looked at the wall. Every part of the wall bore a strong, intensely glowing law marks.
This wall is made of law marks
"No wonder it's said you can't touch laws."
Still, I can't stand here. If I'm going to suffer, let it be all at once!
I leaped into the wall and felt an unparalleled pain—like a thousand needles forcibly piercing through my body from all directions.
I opened my mouth to scream and tried to make a sound, but no voice came out.
I placed my foot on the ground and felt a hundred bones shatter at once.
The wall wasn't the danger—the pressure was the most dangerous!
The higher a person's level, the greater their ability to cross the wall.
But what about me? I've already lost my cultivation foundation. I'm essentially an ordinary human, which makes me suffer more than anyone else.
Still, I shouldn't allow myself to stand still. To achieve great goals, you must exert great effort!
These were my grandfather's words...or someone else , i don't remember anymore
But anyway he was right.
Those who sweat more in training bleed less in war.
This is a fairly well-known saying.
So, I will advance!
I took another step and felt the pain again. This hurts—I won't deny it—it hurts terribly.
Still, I won't stand here!
I took another step, gasped, and tried to take a breath, but I couldn't—even my lungs were being compressed.
I took another step, and the pain persisted. I felt drops of sweat connecting to form a line, dripping from my forehead to my chin and then to the ground.
When the droplet touched the ground, it left a small hole.
I took more steps, and my body began to drip blood. Blood flowed from my nose, and I felt my brain was about to turn into mush. A sense of nausea filled me.
When I reached the tenth step, the pressure strangely lessened. The pressure had lightened but hadn't disappeared completely.
"Well, at least I can walk more comfortably."
I walked forward further, and I could clearly hear the sound of my own footsteps.
Something seemed strange. The place was covered in fog, and I could see nothing but a single path—the path I was walking on.
Nothing moved, nothing shone, no changes occurred—only dense white fog as far as the eye could see.
I just started walking straight, and gradually, I lost my sense of time.
I no longer knew how long I'd been here—hours? Days? Weeks?
"I can't believe it. How long will I walk like this—through nothingness, in the middle of nowhere?"
I felt resentful, but I didn't stop. There were no landmarks or anything to help me.
Is it too late to turn back now?
Still, I shook my head violently. "I can't stand still. I will continue."
I kept walking, but this was boring. How long will I continue on this path?
There are no pebbles on the ground. I can no longer sense anything. I can't smell anything. There isn't even a breeze.
"Fool."
Suddenly, I heard this voice calling me a fool. I started looking around but found no one.
Am I starting to lose my mind?
Nevertheless, I continued moving forward and began looking at my feet as I walked.
Am I really moving forward? If so, why haven't I left this place yet?
Am I standing in place? No, my feet are moving. So, is this a dream? It must be. I should wake up any moment now.
I stopped and raised my hand as if waiting for something to happen.
I stayed like that for half an hour—if that's even the correct time. I don't know anymore.
Still, nothing happened. So, this isn't a dream.
I felt a mix of relief and frustration at the same time.
But now that I was sure, I walked further.
"Truly a fool."
The voice sounded again, but there was no one there.
"Who's there?" I asked barely. There was no one around me.
Nevertheless, I slapped myself hard. "Get a grip! It's just a path."
I kept moving forward, but the path continued for a long time.
Did I lose my way? Will I stay here forever? I can't allow that at all!
"I say, why try so hard?" The voice appeared again in my head.
Involuntarily, I started replying, "I must not stop here."
"That's an obvious lie. You want to stay here," the voice replied mockingly.
I was preoccupied with the path and didn't notice someone beside me. "No, I must continue. There are people waiting for me."
The voice mocked clearly. "To suffer more? How do you endure the suffering?"
My voice was firm. "By accepting it. Suffering is a necessary part of being human. Everyone suffers."
Yet a hint of resentment appeared in the voice. "If suffering is meaningless, why not despair?"
I couldn't suppress my own resentment in return. "Because despair won't get me anywhere. I have things I must achieve, and there are people waiting for me."
Yet the voice grew more resentful. "Lies within lies. All you know is lies. You want to stay here because of your guilt—because you're punishing yourself. You make yourself endure pain because deep down, you feel guilty and deserving of pain and suffering. You consider it a way of atonement. Just admit it—you're already despaired of life"
My resentment vanished immediately. There was some truth in the voice's words.
"This... is true."
Yet the voice's reply seemed less resentful and returned to normal. "Do you think guilt will disappear with time? Or will you live with it?"
My tone softened and trembled. "I... don't know."
"Even if you try to forget, do you really forget? Or does it wait there, only to burst out later? Then does your so-called friends will accept you? I doubt that"
Yet my reply was lighter. "If I try to forget the guilt, what will I forget? The people who shaped me? Everything that connects me to that place? Should I forget my mother's smile, bright as the sun? Or my father's silly, warm laughter? Or the short time I spent with my little brother, holding him in my arms? Should I forget Ma Hongjun's foolishness, Dai Mubai's pride, my brotherhood with Tang San, Zhu Qing's coldness, Xiao Wu's playfulness, Oscar's whims, Ning Rongrong's arrogance, and Yuan Ling's feelings? The teachings of Grandmaster, Flender's greed, Zhao Wuji's sarcasm? Do you want me to forget all of this? All the laughter and all the moments we shared? Everything that brought us closer? Everyone I considered important to me? Yes, part of me wishes to rid myself of guilt, but if that means erasing everything I shared with others, I will refuse and accept the remorse in my heart."
The voice fell silent for a long moment, but I continued walking regardless, unfazed.
Then the voice spoke again. "You are alone, but you do not fear loneliness. You fear the curse of realizing you have always been alone. So, do you fear losing someone again? You really are a fool—an ignorant fool who doesn't know his own worth. A crawling, moving insect who doesn't know where he's going. You shout about the foolish dream of defying the heavens as if it's something important to announce. All you know are trivial words that will throw you down into the deepest part of hell."
Zhang Yong's expression froze, and he continued walking calmly. "Then let me be an insect. I will crawl my way from the depths of hell to reach the heights of heaven."
If there is despair, I will fill it with determination
If there is pain, I will endure it.
If there is something to protect, I will protect it.
There are no way back from this path , i can't redo time , i can only walk forward
The voice replied calmly. "If that's how you want to find your salvation, by doing the impossible... your salvation is nothing more than an illusion. Why not just sleep and dream?"
Zhang Yong's expression stiffened, and he walked forward relentlessly. His shoes were already worn, and his feet bled. "If this salvation is nothing more than a dream, I don't understand. Dreams are supposed to be peaceful, and you eventually wake up. But now, I haven't woken up. If I wake up, I should disappear, but I haven't."in that moment I closed his eyes
"You're done. No more dreams, no more illusions."
At that moment, the reality around me shattered like the sound of breaking glass. The place was white fog.
I regained my senses and looked around, beginning to gather my thoughts and everything that had happened.
With my Heavenly Eyes activated, I saw it—the Law of Illusion, and also the foundation of the Dream Path.
Normally, a place like this would kill anyone inside it.
But I possess the legacy of the Eternal Dream Emperor, which helped lessen the intensity of the illusion.
I'm lucky—or so I think.
I looked around; the fog began to gradually dissipate, revealing a long stone path stretching toward the horizon. On both sides of the path, dead trees began to appear, their leaves ash-colored and their branches twisted.
"I really wonder how the Heavenly Boundary Realm was created."
With this thought in mind, I moved forward. Laws are what bind and shape the world, but gathering all of them in one place—this is something unimaginable.
A power like this would be immense, meaning a powerful person created it.
"If this is just the outer part, what awaits me inside?"
With every step I took, I felt a hidden pressure trying to slow me down, as if the air had grown heavier or something invisible was trying to pull me back.
The fog entered my breath and made it heavy. The place was trying to put me in another illusion.
"How many have walked this path before me? And how many never made it out?"
There was no choice but to advance.
I felt that if I stopped even for a moment, I would be controlled again. I must hurry and find the wall.
My body is strong, but I'm already starting to feel tired. It wasn't physical fatigue but mental.
I took a deep breath, trying to push the fog out of me and clear my mind further.
"I want to stay and study the Law of Illusion here, but I'll be trapped if I stop."
Yet an idea flashed in my mind!
The Heaven-Source Vial!
Immediately, I summoned the vial and began absorbing the surrounding Law of Illusion.
The entire place was laden with the law, so the vial greedily devoured it as if it had found a delicious meal.
It was still absorbing, and I was still walking forward.
I couldn't waste a single moment here. Time had lost its meaning, and I had to reach my goal before this place consumed me.
A feeling of sleepiness began to take over me. I was already yawning.
"If only I had coffee."
The moment my mind tried to imagine the smell of coffee, I felt like I would doze off. Immediately, I slapped myself to wake up.
I can't think of anything else, or I'll die trapped in the illusion.
"It's hard to stay awake."
Still, even if I focus on the path, I can't stop thinking.
I must occupy my mind with something far from memories.
I'll start counting—I'll count my steps.
I looked at my feet and began counting.
1, 2, 3... 218... 1379... 3969...
I've already covered this distance—five thousand steps. It's not a big deal.
Yet the number of steps swelled—ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million steps.
It felt endless. This land is unimaginably vast.
Yet my eyes caught a white glow shining in the sky's expanse. I've reached the wall of the Illusion Region.