Clarke was wandering through the clan's grounds.

He knew what was about to happen.

Due to the number of times he had died, his soul was damaged, and he kept repeating the cycle, over and over.

It always escaped him.

It took the form of a Cicada, named the "Mind Cicada"! The extreme technique "Soul Revelation"!!!

If he could obtain it, his extreme technique in the Path of Theft, once its first movements were complete, would become real!

And not a lie!!!

Five assassins appeared before Clarke.

He was calm, his heart as clear as the rivers of Danghun in the great state of Qing.

Why? Because he had experienced death more than once, making his heart exceptionally calm.

Clarke charged at them, attacking.

He was very weak; his cultivation barely reached the initial King stage, while they were at its peak.

But Clarke was not despairing.

Instead, he charged forward, attacking.

Their clashes were intense.

Everyone stayed away from their fight.

Bam! Bam! Bam!!!

Clarke's punches pierced through his opponents.

After all, he had high comprehension in the Path of Darkness.

But his injuries were severe too.

Nevertheless, he was clearing the first scene.

For the dream world was composed of scenes with specific objectives drawn from his memories.

The objective of the first scene was Survival.

This was Clarke's first time entering the dream world, and his unknown memories had surfaced.

He was so lucky that in the very first scene, the Cicada appeared, and due to his foolishness... he died.

He felt intense anger, Clarke! But he persevered and tried many times, and now he was certain he would succeed in this attempt!!!

Clarke began to open his eyes.

The second scene began.

Strangely, he found himself in the midst of a ceremony he didn't understand, but he was elegantly dressed, wearing a red robe as if he were about to be married.

But based on his experience with numerous trials, he knew that when scenes first begin, you must study them and study your surroundings.

Clarke began looking around... extensively.

And he sensed a killing intent flowing towards him.

Clarke's cultivation level was strangely high in this scene.

He was at the Soul Integration stage.

But the killing intent still surged between the two of them.

Until that person declared it publicly.

Clarke said it loudly, making his heart overflow with happiness.

His opponent's title: Ling Wu Yai, or Patriarch of the Wu Yai Clan.

Clarke had come to marry the Patriarch's daughter.

A political marriage, in short.

Ling Wu Yai said:

· "Today, a wondrous and unique phenomenon will appear."

·"The River of Flowing Time will manifest in the Ancestral Cave of the Cold Demon King."

·"It is said that within this river, several unique extreme techniques appear, one of which is the unique Cicada!!!"

Clarke was shocked! Finally, he would obtain the Cicada.

But Ling Wu Yai said:

· "However, in this river, its end and beginning are unknown. Furthermore, your cultivation level is not high."

·"Are you bold enough to take this risk?"

Clarke laughed loudly:

· "All my life, I have struggled. Even though my talent is low, I still struggle. Perhaps I am a fly soaring among dragons' fangs."

·"But I still aspire to soar above the clouds."

·"My heart is without blemish, Patriarch Ling. I take this risk, for after all, I love your daughter!!!"

He kissed the Elder's daughter's hand to provoke everyone. Truthfully, Clarke did it on purpose.

But now... many dangers lay before him.

A bright light flashed in Clarke's face.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Loud explosion sounds changed the scene. But Clarke heard the explosion sounds before opening his eyes.

Fierce battles raged strangely before a great cave.

It was massive and covered in snow.

Ling Wu Yai's daughter, Cha Wu Yai, approached:

· "Clarke, please, you won't succeed."

Clarke asked angrily:

· "What? What happened?"

Cha Wu Yai replied:

· "Everyone else started from the middle of the river, while you did not."

Clarke replied furiously:

·"Why? Just tell me! Damn it!"

Cha Wu Yai replied:

·"All of them are of the Cold Demon's bloodline, while you are not. For those who are descendants of the Cold Demon..."

·"...can start from the middle of the river."

·"Meaning you must start from the river's beginning and struggle amidst the battles with those like you."

·"You have fallen behind the group."

Clarke looked at her coldly; that did not dampen his resolve.

Strikes of ice and water were thrown at them from all directions.

But Clarke advanced without any concern, saying:

· "If I had to start from the end of the world to get here, I would not lose hope."

Clarke despises the wretched.

· "For the wretched tells you he is wretched without reason, because he fell once."

·"How pitiful they are! If they saw the number of times I have fallen and I still walk on my own feet, they would flee from me, wailing."

Clarke said it just like that.

He advanced towards the cave entrance.

It was pitch dark; he felt water around his feet.

Yet, he kept advancing calmly.

Soon, Clarke heard the sounds of fighting.

He laughed in his mind, saying:

· "Even in my dreams, I still struggle and fight! Is this even part of reality?"

·"The River of Flowing Time..."

·"That such a thing exists and I can recall it in my mind is truly terrifying."

Clarke reached them.

Strangely, they were frenzied, launching their attacks in a fearsome manner.

One of them was cultivating a path called the "Path of Clouds."

Clouds were forming into a restraining domain.

Clarke, simultaneously, was attempting to combine an extreme technique merging Poisons and the Path of Clouds.

But Clarke unleashed his Heavenly Fists.

He killed the master of the clouds.

But he emerged with a half-burnt face.

His ear had melted, and due to his face being burnt, he lost his left eye.

But everything only increased his resolve! It was pure perseverance to reach beyond that.

Clarke charged, attacking the opponent who was cultivating the Path of Water and Ice.

By merging these two paths, he could form extreme techniques.

Clarke charged.

But the water around him rose before him and solidified into an icy form.

But Clarke's opponent needed something stronger to stop him.

However, Clarke, due to his negligence, had his shoulder pierced by an icy spear.

He felt a terrifying pain in his will.

But he charged and engaged his enemy.

Bam! Bam! Bam!!!

That man was weak in raw strength, relying on long-range attacks.

Clarke's punches shattered his bones.

He killed all his opponents.

Clarke was panting.

It was a pitiful sight! A foolish man struggling despite his adverse circumstances. Everyone else started from the middle of the river, while Clarke started from the beginning!

And also, he faced numerous obstacles.

Many emotions flooded Clarke's mind.

Clarke saw many massive islands moving in the river, invisible and transparent as well.

But Clarke could see them.

Each island represented humans in general! These were their fortunes and destinies.

For humans are many, clashing with each other.

He saw the islands clashing against each other, and sometimes all moving without any problems.

Clarke laughed and said:

· "We are truly enemies to each other! We shout that we are righteous, but in the end, we plot schemes against one another."

·"Not as a justification for myself or my kind, but this is the truth of humanity."

·"After all, we are just clashing islands on the River of Destiny. Sometimes we fall there, and other times we fall onto the correct path."

Clarke kept walking. He truly knew nothing! Nothing!

What should he do? This logical question didn't cross his mind.

For he persevered through all those hardships.

After all, Clarke was, at one time, wretched.

He was sad.

He was happy.

He was filled with determination.

He had lost determination.

But... he still persevered despite all those hardships.

A journey of tears and thirst for success.

For Clarke's will is stronger than anything.

It wouldn't matter if he found immortality, for after all, this grand, majestic goal is what gives his life meaning...

The stories of the greats had influenced him.

But they did not weaken his resolve; instead, they increased his determination to achieve his goal.

To prove himself and find peace for his own soul.

For the world of cultivators is not ruled by law, but by strength.

In his second life, Clarke tasted the bitterness of humiliation.

He had no talent; he was the lowest among his peers.

He was expelled from his clan.

The one he considered a brother had died.

Only he remained.

In truth, he had grieved greatly.

But he said:

· "I was righteous among the righteous, a pillar among the great pillars."

·"But the righteous themselves stole from me and devoured what I possessed."

·"So what then? If they want the game this way, then I will be a demon until I die! And if I return, I shall remain a demon!"

·"For after all, Clarke was a demon made by his world!!!"

His feet became sore from walking so much on the water.

But his eyes shone with a strange light.

He reached the midpoint... the middle of the river.

He didn't know if there was an end that anyone could reach or not.

But still, he kept advancing.

For the hardships were nothing but fuel for this lord's determination!!!

There was an island with a strange, tangible form; he didn't know what was happening.

Or what that island meant.

But he climbed onto it. He was truly tired.

And his appearance was pitiful. But his appearance wasn't important... important to him, that is.

As Clarke climbed up, he saw a man with a majestic appearance, radiating a strange aura that distinguished Tai Fei from everyone else.

Clarke knew automatically: the aura of the Ninth Rank!

Venerable!!!!

To be continued.....

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