in the edge

Chapter 528 Walking Other People's Path

Every powerful person has his own path to follow.

This is also the difference between the powerful and the ordinary people, or in other words, the difference between heaven and earth - when ordinary masters on the earth are still constantly cultivating the power of the three turbidities and are trapped in a dead end without knowing it, the powerful people in the heavens have already noticed the hidden dangers of these powers and have taken the initiative to deal with these problems.

That is, clarity is born from turbidity.

If the three turbid forces are regarded as roots buried deep underground, then the power of clarity is the towering tree born from these roots.

As the old saying goes, there are no two leaves in the world that are exactly the same, so naturally there will be no two trees in the world that are exactly the same. Although just like all trees are called trees, the way these powerful beings control the turbid force can be called "clear", but this power of clarity has its own way in the hands of each powerful being.

It's like the fisherman who observes the principles of heaven and earth in the fish pond through fishing, or the coyote who understands through his own experience that everything in this world is the law of the jungle... These are their own ways, their observations and understandings of the world, their means of controlling power, and their way of looking at everything in this world.

And now, right in front of Du Chengfeng, the direction that the zombie with a rotten face was focusing on was death.

His observation and understanding of death is his way of looking at everything in this world, his means of controlling power, and the basis of his strength - and now, someone actually dares to shout in front of him, is his understanding still too shallow?

How dare you say that you understand death better than him?
"...That's fine."

After a moment's silence, the zombie-like figure began to laugh.

"Then I will let you experience what true death is!"

"Do you have any tricks up your sleeve?"

Amidst the pile of steel debris, Du Chengfeng's voice was still roaring.

"Hurry up, if you don't come I will come... huh?"

Before he could finish his words, Du Chengfeng suddenly felt a deep sense of tiredness.

It was a weariness that penetrated deep into every part of his body. His entire body became exhausted at this moment. The seemingly insignificant numbness and soreness that originally permeated his body suddenly turned into extreme fatigue. Even his consciousness became groggy, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Once you fall asleep, it will be difficult to wake up again.

If Du Chengfeng was still sneering at the enemy's understanding of death just now, then now he had to say that this zombie seemed to really have some research on death - just looking at the current feeling, it was exactly the same as the experience of Emperor Dajing when he died. The erosion of this death intention really simulated the state of a lamp running out of oil.

However, it is just a simulation.

"I'm going to repeat that again."

Du Chengfeng's voice sounded again.

"Your understanding of death is still too superficial."

As he said this, the metal debris on the ground was like a storm, sweeping the zombie away.

The first sense to be sealed was the most commonly used sense of vision. The zombie's eyes were directly sealed with molten metal. The hearing was next. Tiny metal fragments had already filled the zombie's ear canal. Then came the sense of smell. The zombie's nasal cavity was also sealed in the same way.

“Is this your understanding of death?”

Facing the oncoming metal storm, the zombie was already trying hard to wave his sleeves. The short sword in his sleeves was shining brightly, and those already tiny metal fragments were directly crushed into powder!
But these dust particles still rushed towards him resolutely.

"If you think you can kill me like this..."

Du Chengfeng did not answer, but the tiny metal fragments responded on his behalf.

Metal fragments filled the zombie's mouth, blocking his sense of taste.

Then, countless metal fragments gathered together and locked onto the zombie's body. This was the final step of the entire process, and the zombie's sense of touch was completely blocked.

Can't see, hear, smell, taste, or touch.

At this moment, the zombies are completely unable to establish any contact with the outside world.

In the darkness, only deathly silence remained.

“That’s how I understand death.”

This was the last voice Du Chengfeng left for the zombie.

“Feel it.”

And after that, there was no more sound.

Unable to see, hear, smell, taste, or touch, the zombie was completely unable to do anything at this moment. Only his consciousness was clear, but this clarity was meaningless - in the darkness where all five senses had failed, he could not even tell the time.

Maybe a long time has passed, or maybe only a moment has passed. I don’t know where I am now, or where I am. I can’t do anything, and only the boundless silence is the reality of this world.

"But this is not death."

The zombie thought so.

"You are just simulating death. By blocking my five senses, you are simulating death itself... Is this your understanding of death?"

Thinking of this, the zombie already had some enlightenment in his mind.

"I have to say that the simulation is very accurate. This feeling should be similar to what you have witnessed before... But your understanding of death is still a little off. At least my consciousness has not dissipated."

Even if the five senses are cut off, as long as the consciousness itself has not dissipated, he is still not dead.

This isn't even a bad thing for him.

This kind of deathly silence that seems like a year would be a torture for anyone, but for him who has studied death in depth, it is as warm and comfortable as returning home - for others, the silence that seems like a year might be an extremely terrifying thing, but in his opinion, it is a great time.

When one day can be used as one year, what kind of accumulation will this long time bring to him?
"As long as I can still think and summarize, even death will bring gains."

Thinking of this, the zombie simply calmed down and began to meditate.

It was not ordinary meditation in the ordinary sense of mortals, but fantasy after escaping into the underworld. In this dead silence, he had plenty of time to summarize and generalize himself, and even innovate and come up with something new.

At this moment, the competition between him and the Tin Man was no longer a competition of strength.

They were competing in their understanding of death, and who could have the last laugh. The zombie felt that he would definitely be the one who could have the last laugh, after all, he really understood death itself, he had even died once, and had personally experienced the feeling of death - so he would definitely be the one who could have the last laugh, after all, no one could compare to him in terms of death, as he had actually died once.

"When did this happen?"

Thinking of this, the zombie began to recall the past.

He used to be not the zombie he is now. At that time, he was just an ordinary master of evil spirits in the world. However, unlike other masters of evil spirits, while he had this power, he also saw the hidden dangers of this power - so although it is true that he killed people everywhere, he only killed those who committed heinous crimes, and besides killing people, he was also kind and generous, and was happy to use his property to help the people.

Of course, the main reason is that he is not short of money.

As a master, he naturally had a lot of wealth, not to mention that killing people was a cost-free business. If he continued to kill like this, the spoils alone would be enough to make him rich - so he was happy to give away the money, which he believed was a way to eliminate evil spirits.

However, this kind of money-making behavior can easily attract the covetousness of bad people.

However, because he possessed powerful martial arts, he never really cared about these things. At worst, he could just pick up his sword and kill them, which would be a good opportunity to cultivate his evil spirit.

On the one hand, he attracted enemies by giving away money, on the other hand, he killed these enemies to cultivate evil spirit, and at the same time replenished his family property. In a sense, he actually achieved a stable positive cycle.

However, the good times did not last long.

Facts have proved that he was still a little inconsiderate. Perhaps he could be called invincible when he held the sword, but when he put down the sword and returned to his bedroom, his flesh and blood body was still ordinary - especially when he took off his inner armor and fell asleep on the bed, his skills became just a decoration.

Of course, as a master, he was still on guard. If an external enemy broke in, he would definitely be able to stand up and draw his sword at the first moment.

But the ones who attacked him that time were not foreign enemies.

That was his concubine, and the only woman he married. Because he was often out killing people and his whereabouts were erratic, he did not marry a wife. He only had this concubine, who was his bedside companion and the person he trusted the most. After all, he rescued this concubine from a brothel where women of good families were forced into prostitution. The love between the two was stronger than gold. How could he not trust her?
But on the night of that day, while he was sleeping soundly, a dagger pierced his heart.

The dagger cut open his heart and then destroyed his lungs. He didn't even have time to fight back before his entire body was completely disabled.

He is dead, dead as hell.

What does death feel like? It is the loss of all five senses, the dissipation of consciousness, everything, returning to death - except for the deepest hatred, which is still burning in his chest along with the pain.

He couldn't believe that the person he trusted so much would attack him.

But even if he didn't believe it, it was meaningless, he died after all.

But he came back to life.

Perhaps he had done so many good deeds that the people he had helped were unwilling to believe that he was dead. In order to thank him for his help, they even built a shrine for him. And with the people praying day and night, he actually came back to life.

The first thing he did after surviving was of course revenge. He had not yet forgotten the hatred. It was at this time that he learned that when he was out hunting those criminals and had not returned home for many years, the concubine whom he trusted so much had already had an affair with a scholar because of loneliness.

They killed him at that time in order to seize his property. Now this pair of dogs and bitches are spending his huge fortune while holding a funeral for him and living a happy life.

So he just went straight over and killed the couple together. This was not a difficult task for him.

But what happens after the killing?

After his great revenge was achieved, what was left to him was endless emptiness. Having already died once, all that was left was confusion.

Should I continue to cultivate my evil spirit? It seems meaningless. Even if I kill more people, it seems that it will be the same.

Continue to accumulate wealth? It seems meaningless. Even if you make more money, it seems to be just that.

As for continuing to live...what is the purpose of living?

"People live just to... die?"

Recalling his own experience of death, something in his heart was touched.

So, taking advantage of this death experience, he simply gave away all his wealth and no longer showed his previous identity. Instead, he began to travel around, looking for things related to death. This experience of surviving death made him realize that death was not as simple as he had imagined.

"And then... it's now."

After recalling the past, he came back to his senses.

Yes, whether it is power or wealth, they are just external things. What is truly worth spending his entire life on is the mystery of this world itself. Perhaps it is because he has died once that he has developed a strong interest in death. It is this exploration of death itself that has supported him to this day.

"So no one understands death better than me."

He thought so.

"After all, I'm the one who knows the most about death. I'm immortal... huh?"

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Not only his chest, but his entire body was in pain, as if his entire body had been cut into pieces or even ground into pieces!
"You, you actually..."

This was his last consciousness.

"You actually want to..."

“No one understands death better than I do.”

It was at this time that Du Chengfeng's voice rang out again.

"People die when they are killed. This is normal, right? What does your expression mean? Do you think I can only seal your five senses?"

The blood-stained metal fragments gathered together again, and then under the burning flames, they were melted into Du Chengfeng's original shape.

But in front of him, the zombie had turned into bloody pieces on the ground.

"The equipment was also exploded."

Du Chengfeng kicked the debris in front of him and picked up a dagger from a piece of flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)