12dz Chapter 886: The Secret of the Monument: Xiao Bei's Life Story
Chapter 886: The Secret of the Monument: Xiao Bei's Life Story
Xiao Bei felt dizzy and his body seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and then forcibly pinched together by an invisible force.
Boundless darkness surged like a tide, swallowing him up in an instant.
He felt like he was falling into an endless abyss. There was dead silence all around him, and even his breathing became indistinct.
Tension and anticipation intertwined in his heart.
He knew that there must be a shocking secret hidden in this stone tablet. Perhaps the mystery of his life that he had been pursuing was right before his eyes.
He tried to open his eyes wide, wanting to see everything around him clearly, but the darkness was like an impenetrable net, wrapping him tightly.
He stretched out his hand, trying to grab something, but could only touch the cold nothingness.
After an unknown amount of time, a faint light appeared in the darkness.
The light was like the twinkling stars in the night sky, faint but firm, guiding him in the direction of progress.
He struggled to get closer to the light, his speed getting faster and faster, like a meteor streaking through the night sky.
Suddenly, two completely different voices sounded in his mind.
"What good would it do to know? Your life experience might be even heavier than you imagine. It will become a shackle that you can't get rid of, causing you pain for the rest of your life."
"No! I must know! Who am I? Where do I come from? Why do I have such powerful strength? These questions have troubled me for too long, I must find the answers!"
Two voices argued fiercely in his mind, like two powerful forces pulling at each other, giving him a splitting headache.
He held his head in pain, his hands clenching and unclenching unconsciously, his palms covered with sweat.
His heart is full of contradictions.
On the one hand, he was afraid of knowing the truth, afraid that the truth would completely overturn his life.
On the other hand, he longed to know the truth and to solve the mystery of his life that had troubled him for many years.
He felt like he was floating in the darkness for a long, long time...
"Who are you?" A low voice suddenly sounded in the darkness, like a call from ancient times, with a hint of scrutiny and a hint of expectation.
Xiao Bei felt like a lonely boat, abandoned in the endless dark ocean. The dead silence around him was like an invisible hand, strangling his throat.
He took a deep breath, but found that the air here was strangely thick, like stagnant liquid, making every breath he took extremely difficult.
His heartbeat became increasingly disordered as time went by. The scattered immortal energy wandered around in his body, but had nowhere to gather. It became increasingly thinner, like drops of water slipping from his fingertips.
His body grew weaker, his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, while his hands were as light as feathers and no longer had the strength to grip.
His vision was blurry. Although darkness was invisible, he could clearly feel a fatigue from the depths of his soul, trying to drag him into an endless slumber.
He tried hard to maintain his consciousness, clenching his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms. The cold pain was the only clear sense of touch he could grasp at the moment.
"Can't stop..." He murmured softly, his lips were so dry that they were almost broken, and his voice was as hoarse as a dead tree covered with dust.
The corner of his mouth bitten out a hint of bloody rust, mixed with the barely perceptible smell of decay in the darkness, which made his stomach churn.
However, this pain is far less terrifying than the loneliness in the abyss.
He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate his mind, but he heard an even more terrifying silence in his ears, like heavy chains, binding him layer by layer.
Just when he was about to use up all his strength, a magic weapon he carried with him suddenly became warm.
At first there was a faint tremor, and then a soft light quietly spread from his chest.
The light was not dazzling, but instead exuded a reassuring warmth, as if an old friend had been reunited after a long separation, gently comforting Xiao Bei.
His rapid breathing eased slightly, and his eyes regained some clarity from the dullness.
With the help of this light, he saw the surrounding scene gradually becoming clearer.
He was in a space surrounded by ancient stone walls, the walls of which were engraved with complex and profound magical patterns and murals that were full of life.
The light meanders through this space, and whenever it touches the murals, it seems to ignite deeply buried stars.
Xiao Bei stared at the patterns on the mural.
His eyes gradually darkened, because the scenes depicted by those patterns were actually about him...
Or rather, a man who looked very similar to him.
On the mural, the man's back is majestic, and he can single-handedly resist thousands of troops. Brilliant light is gushing out from his body, and at his feet are a group of tiny creatures, as if they are worshiping some absolute existence.
His gaze rested on the right arm of the man in the mural, where there was a familiar scar—a sharp, triangular mark, exactly the same as the one on his own right arm.
In an instant, it was as if thunder exploded in Xiao Bei's mind, and those fragmented and vague memory fragments surged up together, trying to piece together something.
He took a sudden step forward, approaching the mural, with hope and confusion intertwined in his eyes.
In a trance, he even heard an ancient song, low and distant, like mourning, but also like calling.
The light grew brighter as he approached, and the figures in the mural seemed to come alive, as if the eyes that had been watching him in the darkness for a long time were cast upon him.
He heard the heartbeat clearer than ever before. Was it his own, or someone else's?
Suddenly, the light flashed violently before his eyes, and a detail in the mural began to twist, like the pulse of breathing.
He frowned slightly and instinctively took a step back, his eyes fixed on the faintly floating part, his hand quietly clenching the sword at his waist.
"It's like this..." In the silence, his whisper was as light as a feather, but it suppressed a kind of irrepressible shock.
On the mural, the originally still image suddenly distorted and spread out like water waves.
Immediately afterwards, a series of phantoms emerged from it and transformed into immortal soldiers holding various weapons, rushing towards Xiao Bei with fierce murderous aura.
The movements of these immortal soldiers were swift and strange, and each attack was accompanied by a sharp scream that tore through the air, as if they wanted to devour him completely.
Xiao Bei's pupils suddenly shrank. He could feel that these shadows were not illusions, but contained some ancient and powerful power.
He did not dare to be careless. He moved his body in a flash and dodged the attacks in an instant.
At the same time, he formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and a dazzling golden light emerged from his body.
The golden light transformed into huge lightsabers, which slashed towards the phantoms of the immortal soldiers with the force of breaking through the air.
The lightsaber collided with the phantom, making a deafening roar.
The air in the stone chamber vibrated violently, as if it was about to be torn apart.
Although the phantoms of the immortal soldiers were hit by the lightsaber, they did not dissipate immediately. Instead, they turned into balls of light mist, quickly reorganized, and attacked Xiao Bei again.
Their attack methods are extremely strange. Sometimes they are as intensive as a storm, and sometimes they are as erratic as ghosts, making them difficult to predict.
Xiao Bei only felt the pressure doubled. These phantoms of immortal soldiers seemed endless, and each attack contained different immortal arts rules, making him overwhelmed.
He kept changing his shape and performing various magic tricks, but he was still unable to completely get rid of the entanglement of these phantoms.
During the battle, the surrounding murals were affected by the aftermath of the attacks from both sides, and pieces of stone peeled off, revealing even more ancient and mysterious patterns underneath.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, Xiao Bei was hit by a phantom, his body flew backwards and hit the stone wall.
He felt a sharp pain in his chest and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He endured the pain and stood up quickly, his eyes becoming more determined.
"Beili is still waiting for me outside, I can't fall here!" He shouted in his heart, and his love for Beili burned like a flame, turning into infinite power.
He took a deep breath, and the aura around him suddenly surged.
His eyes turned red, as if they were burning with flames.
His attacks became more fierce, and every move and every style contained the determination to fight to the death.
At the same time, outside the stone tablet, Beili was waiting anxiously.
She stared at the stone tablet closely, her hands clenched tightly, her palms covered with sweat.
She knew that Xiao Bei would never let her down.
Inside the stone chamber, Xiao Bei's attacks became more and more fierce, and the shadows of the immortal soldiers gradually became thinner under his attacks.
He was like a wounded beast, bursting out with amazing strength.
Every time he swung his sword, it was filled with endless rage and determination.
Suddenly, a deep, hoarse voice echoed in the stone chamber: "Enough... Stop..."
[Event occurred]
A strong sense of uneasiness surged in Xiao Bei's heart, but he was not defeated by this sudden attack.
He quickly adjusted his posture and carefully observed the attack patterns of the phantoms of the immortal soldiers.
He noticed that although these phantoms were flexible and changeable, the trajectory of each attack seemed to follow a certain pattern.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, catching the slightest signs of these shadows before they attacked.
"So that's how it is. You also have weaknesses!" Xiao Bei thought to himself, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.
He no longer passively defended, but actively looked for opportunities to counterattack.
His figure was like a ghost, moving quickly through the stone chamber, and every swing of his sword accurately hit the vital points of those phantoms.
The collision sounds of lightsabers and phantoms came one after another, making crisp sounds, as if it were an intense symphony.
Every attack of Xiao Bei was accompanied by strong fluctuations of aura, and every time he swung his sword, dazzling rays of light were drawn in the air.
His body gradually adapted to this rhythm during the battle, and each movement seemed more smooth and natural.
Under his attack, the phantoms of the immortal soldiers began to seem powerless. More and more phantoms were chopped into pieces by his lightsaber and dissipated into the air.
"Your end is my beginning!" Xiao Bei shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the stone chamber, full of endless majesty and determination.
His aura grew stronger and stronger, and the air around him seemed to be vibrated by his aura. The floor of the stone chamber trembled slightly, and the patterns on the murals flickered, as if responding to his power.
Finally, the last phantom was completely defeated by Xiao Bei, and peace returned to the entire stone chamber.
Xiao Bei stood in place, the golden light around him gradually faded, and his breathing gradually stabilized.
He knew that this was only the first test and greater challenges lay ahead.
He slowly walked towards the murals, and the patterns on the murals became clearer.
He saw a familiar figure, a tall man who looked almost exactly like himself.
On the mural, the man's back is filled with endless power and majesty. He stands in front of the gate leading to the starry sky, holding a long sword emitting golden light in his hand.
The man in the mural looks up at the starry sky.
Xiao Bei's gaze moved from the man in the mural to the text below.
Those words are like ancient runes, densely carved on the stone wall, telling an ancient and mysterious story.
His heart began to beat violently
His fingers gently touched the words and he felt a warm power transmitted from the stone wall to his palm.
He took a deep breath and began to read word by word.
As the text unfolds, a shocking truth gradually emerges in his mind.
"So... this is how it all works!" Xiao Bei whispered to himself, his voice filled with shock and complex emotions.
His life experience and the mission he was carrying appeared before his eyes.
These missions are inextricably linked to Beili, making him feel both excited and confused.
He stood there, silent.
Beili's smile appeared in his mind, that gentle yet determined smile.
He suddenly felt a heavy sense of responsibility, but also a firm determination.
"Beili, I will definitely come back." Xiao Bei whispered, his voice full of determination and love.
He turned around and prepared to leave the stone chamber, but his eyes stayed on a corner of the mural.
There, there was a small symbol, as if watching him silently.
The light in the stone chamber suddenly became soft, as if everything was seeing him off.
Xiao Bei took a deep breath and took a firm step.