Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 444 - 22 We Walk the Same Path
The iridescent cicada wings slowly expanded across the sky, as if to welcome the fall of a meteor.
The sound of a heartbeat permeated through time and space, forming a unique rhythm of music.
Abruptly, the man with braided hair atop his head stared in shock at the terrifying monster before him.
Moving through the smoke, he treated the barrage of bullets as nothing, easily annihilating the organized Western Allied Forces.
Could he be the legendary peerless master?
Does our nation really possess such unparalleled masters?
Can martial arts skill when cultivated to the extreme truly contend with the bullets of the foreigners?
For a moment, he nearly believed he had found the answer.
The sound of gunfire ceased.
The last foreigner, uttering unintelligible gibberish, slumped to the ground, weeping like a child as he soiled himself.
But he was not granted God’s forgiveness; his hair was brutally grabbed, his head pushed into the muddy water, and a foot stamped on the back of his skull, slowly crushing it.
Wang Yunxiao took a deep breath and exhaled a vast mist of white.
Bullets clattered to the ground from his body.
Alas, the fight was not exhilarating enough.
"Young Hero..."
Hearing the hesitant call from the surviving man across from him, Wang Yunxiao gave a hearty smile and greeted him with a fist salute.
Though not braided, his attire suggested he was not Japanese.
The man breathed a sigh of relief and hastily returned the salute, "Wang Lu is my name. May I ask which sect’s esteemed expert you are, and how should you be addressed? Foreign invaders are now ransacking Jinmen, setting fires, and slaughtering our people. Would the young hero join us in fighting the enemy and saving the innocent?"
"So it’s a fellow countryman..."
Wang Yunxiao listened intently for a moment before shaking his head, "My apologies, big brother, I’m not of this world. I can only lend you a hand here; the rest of the journey is yours to travel."
Wang Lu looked at the young man’s attire which clearly differed from his own and gained a hint of enlightenment, unable to help himself, he asked, "Could the young hero teach me which path can save our country?"
Wang Yunxiao thought back to his history lessons and shook his head, "Telling you which path to take is useless. You must travel all paths to know the final choice."
"All the paths?"
A look of cluelessness and despair appeared on Wang Lu’s face.
"But our nation is on the brink of extinction!"
"It won’t happen."
Wang Yunxiao said loudly, "There’s still a long road ahead! Don’t rush to die!"
Wang Lu hesitated, then took another careful look at Wang Yunxiao and asked with some disbelief, "Can we really keep going forward when things are already like this?"
"We can!"
Wang Yunxiao told a lie, a white lie.
Of course the road can be traveled, but one day in the future, it will come to an abrupt end.
This is the apocalyptic disaster known as Shiyan.
Clearly, the man before him never expected to see that far into the future.
Wang Lu nodded at Wang Yunxiao without hesitation, lifting his steel saber, he sprinted towards the distance.
This was his homeland, his world.
Wang Yunxiao followed behind him at a leisurely pace, hoping in his heart to encounter another group of foreign soldiers.
Unfortunately, fate was not on his side.
As he finished walking down the street, everything behind him began to ripple and turned into an illusory reflection.
Before him lay familiar streets and ruins once more.
That was merely a fragment of a dimension, temporarily intersecting with this world due to the tremors of the space-time tide.
"Have you lost your mind!"
The Black Dragon Egg sneered, "Has no one ever taught you not to indulge in the Outer Dimension? Look at the sorry state you’re in now!"
Wang Yunxiao looked down and noticed that his hands were covered in blood without knowing when it had happened.
It wasn’t normal blood but that of a conceptual nature, the blood offered by enemies.
Looking at the blood on his hands, a sense of unparalleled pleasure naturally arose in his heart.
He wanted more!
Who could refuse the splendid experience of returning to that era and personally smashing those Foreigners’ heads?
Even given another chance, Wang Yunxiao would not regret his choice.
But he knew something was wrong with himself.
His cognition had changed.
"You’re already starting to enter a state of metamorphosis," the Black Dragon Egg said gleefully, "Which Dharma Gate are you cultivating? Garrison Soldiers? Let me think... The Heretical Path for the Garrison Soldiers should be called... Iron Sparrowhawk?"
"You seem to know quite a bit," Wang Yunxiao said.
The Righteous and Heretical Cultivation Dharma Gates of the Garrison Soldiers were indeed no secret to Wang Yunxiao. Nurse Liu had once given him the choice and explained the differences between the Righteous and Heretical Path.
The main difference lay in the perception of the Military Sect’s theory.
The Righteous Path’s cultivation method views the military as a violent apparatus for maintaining state governance, a tool. It emphasizes the military’s orderliness and combat effectiveness.
Whereas the Heretical Path focuses on the nobility of kings and generals, the belief that one’s destiny is in their own hands, not dictated by heaven. It emphasizes the qualities of killing and conquest in the Military Sect.
The advancement of Garrison Soldiers, the Evolutionary and Metamorphosis forms that the Black Dragon Egg mentioned, each have a unique name.
They are respectively the Rampaging Colonel and the Iron Sparrowhawk.
Nurse Liu once said that there were no barriers between the various Cultivation Methods; you could practice several if you wished.
The only problem lay in the limitations of cognition.
The core philosophical concepts of the Righteous and Heretical Paths of each Cultivation Method were fundamentally different.
A normal person cannot change their cognition or values at will.
Today they believe in ghosts.
Tomorrow they say children should not discuss supernatural forces...
Except for the very few who are hypocrisy geniuses, most people don’t have this ability.
Wang Yunxiao had indeed never practiced the Heretical teachings of the Garrison Soldiers, but now he understood why there were Heretical Dharma Gates.
Under the influence of the space-time tide, human cognition can easily become distorted.
Take just now, for example.
Even though he already had his own life and plans and visions for the future, the moment he saw that familiar historical thread before his eyes, he couldn’t restrain the killing impulse in his heart.
Almost no words are needed to explain when he returned from that dimension, his being had already begun to undergo a certain degree of metamorphosis.
The cause of this phenomenon, in the end, came from the Feathered Immortal who was waking up from her slumber.
Her existence was like a rock, standing in the way of the turbulent tide of time and space.
The tide crashed onto the rock, stirring up even greater waves.
Right now, above her head, a silver moon was slowly rising, and on the moon, her silhouette was faintly projected in reverse.
That massive figure let out a mournful wail, her flesh gradually disintegrating under the tide’s assault, and every wisp of essence that leaked out would transform into the power to twist space and time.
With the fall of a whale, all life thrives!
