After the final battle, Zheng had become the strongest in the Realm of Reincarnation. Moreover, he wasn't arrogant or self-proclaimed as the strongest, because he didn't want to be the strongest. He only wanted to return to the real world with everyone, to return to peace and the past. He just wanted that.
However, the Realm of Reincarnation was so dangerous. He could also foresee that reviving his companions in the future would be extremely difficult. He couldn't fail. This title of strongest wasn't an empty title, but a future that his companions had exchanged with their lives and trust. He … couldn't lose it! Absolutely!
Even so, Zheng didn't feel that he was the strongest. The more he came into contact with the multiverse, the weaker he felt. Moreover, his heart had always been so unwavering. He still remembered the time when he had struggled to survive in the World of Samsara. He still remembered those terrifying but warm days. He still remembered how he had fought and won against the mountain he couldn't surmount, when the clone of him had faced the battle and won.
He! He was still fighting as a weakling, and would continue to fight on the path of reviving his companions!
"You say you admire the battle of the weak resisting the strong, and then becoming the strongest. This is in line with your Divine Path … In my opinion, you are purely thinking this way out of boredom. Go ahead and say it!"
The moment the song erupted from Zheng's body, he roared with all his might. "You aren't talking about the battle of the weak! This is just the growth path of Long Aotian in your imagination, the growth path of the main character in your imagination! The so-called battle of the weak! The process of using all your strength, stepping on the blood and bones of your companions, using your own head to block the fist of the strong, and then using all your strength to bite off the other! The weak … had to sacrifice themselves in order to win! You didn't win by counterattacking!! "
As his voice fell, Zheng fell into an indescribable state …
This was a vast expanse of light. Zheng stood calmly within it. He saw the multiverse, saw the Realm of Light, saw the Abyss, saw the Nirvana Hell, saw the primordial chaos, saw the countless planes, and saw the traces of the Saints …
He didn't know where this place was, nor did he know how to describe it. The River of Time, the River of Fate, and the River of Styx were the greatest existences in the world, but in this place, they weren't much bigger than small streams. In fact, they couldn't even be considered small streams. Perhaps they were just pools of water in this light.
For some reason, Zheng's heart was calm. He naturally understood what he had to do now. Sink down and leave behind a mark that belonged to him in this universe, a mark of his past existence, a mark of his Sacred Path and Stigmata. This was the essence of the entire Multiverse. All planes were born here, and most of the laws in those planes were left behind by the Sacred Path. Of course, this … was merely the false Sacred that Luo spoke of.
As a matter of fact, it was the same as the spirits born in those planes — it was extremely difficult for them to break free from the shackles of the plane. Similarly, the dent carved here was equivalent to becoming a spirit of the Multiverse, a minion of the Multiverse's enslavement.
Then what about the true Sacred Path …
Zheng raised his head and looked up. No, there shouldn't be a relationship between up and down. This place was neither space nor time, nor energy nor matter, nor was it the Spirit Sea. Everything here was abstract, as if it was his imagination, but it was much more real than imagination. This was the essence of the Multiverse. If it was those false Saints, he could only see them when he left his mark, but if it was a real Saint, he could enter at any time and any place. This information automatically entered Zheng's mind the moment he thought about it.
And the true Saint … was not engraved on this land that had been bestowed upon him!
The Multiverse would grow. It had been a small dot in the beginning, but had erupted for unknown reasons, giving birth to the entire Multiverse. Even now, the Multiverse was still growing, expanding without stopping. At the same time, with the increase of civilizations and the enrichment of different civilizations, the Multiverse's rules were perfected as well. If the entire Multiverse was likened to a plate, the plate would grow from a small one to the size of a continent. The False Saints would then carve their own indentations on the plate, and the size and thickness of the plate would determine the number of indentations, which was why there was the saying of Holy Berth.
And the true Sacred Path …
What Zheng 'saw' above was not where the 'disk' of the Multiverse was, but was instead floating above the disk. It was attached to the Multiverse, carving its own dent, but not bound by the Multiverse itself. It was similar to a projection, carving its own dent through mere projection, but not bound by the Multiverse itself.
Inexplicably, a thought suddenly popped into Zheng's mind … Then … what if he could completely break away from this disk, carve his own mark outside the Multiverse, be completely independent of the outside world, and truly form his own unique Sacred Path?
However, this was only a thought. As mentioned before, this place was neither space nor time, nor energy nor matter, nor was it the Spirit Sea. Everything here was abstract, as if imagined, but much more real than imagined. Therefore, as Zheng had this thought, other thoughts continued as well. What he was doing now … or rather, what he could no longer suppress, was instinctively what he had to do …
Zheng felt himself floating. Although he couldn't see himself at all, and couldn't distinguish up from down, left from right, he didn't land on the disk. Instead, he gradually sank in like those floating dents …
My Sacred Path …
This is my belief, my constant pursuit, to struggle out of this cruel world of reincarnation, to struggle out of all the injustice and cruelty, to revive my companions, to bring them back to their original point of origin in peace and without danger to their lives …
For this, I didn't hesitate to fight against all the obstacles in this world, no matter how terrifying or powerful they are. This … is the battle of the weak! I will always fight like a weakling! That is sacrifice, that is trust, that is everything my companions have entrusted to me the most powerful!
I … am only a struggling weakling!
Gradually, as Zheng's body became clearer, the indentation deepened. But …
He still hadn't revived his companions! The title my companions gave me wasn't for me to use to achieve my own transcendence!
I … don't deserve it!
Suddenly, many cracks appeared on the dent that had sunk deeper and deeper like broken glass …
The next moment, Zheng opened his eyes and woke up in this void. And from his body came a hymn that belonged to him. That was the struggle in the mud, that was the struggle in despair, that was the roar of the weak, that was the courage to challenge the Gods with the body of a mortal, that was the persistence of stepping on the blood of his companions and stepping on the bones of his companions, that was unyielding, that was the roar of never admitting defeat!
Hearing all this, Law was silent. After a long time, he said: "Stupid … You have always been so stupid. You are clearly sending yourself to death … Yet you act so unyielding and frank … Is it worth it? The so-called Sacred Path must be the purest condensation of essence. Your hesitation … You are not far from death! "
"Of course …" Zheng waved his newly grown arm. He saw everything he couldn't see before. The battle with Law seemed to be right next to him. He pushed himself away and dodged the attack, regaining his arm. He said to Law: "Of course it's worth it! I told you just now! This is the battle of the weak! Don't take the weak for granted as Long Aotian, as some protagonist. Don't think of defeating the strong without sacrificing anything. That is just the growth of the strong when they were weak! Since you are the weak, you should have the awareness of the weak. We weaklings always fight with fearlessness, courage, wisdom, and sacrifice! Even if I die here, I will be able to protect Chu Hao, Lin Juntian, Liu Yu, and the others. One day, they will inherit the will of a weakling like me and fight against you as a weakling. Then, generation after generation, there will be more important protectors and stronger weaklings who will defeat you! We are the weak … "
"That's how we defeat the strong with such sacrifices!"
Zheng raised his fists and said to Law: "Now, the second round begins. This time, after the final battle, it was the sacrifice of my companions that made this fairytale of the weak defeating the strong. Now, it is my turn to sacrifice and let my companions …"
"Win!"
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