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In the new scene, the earth cracked open, and giant rocks stood tall, resembling a natural labyrinth, the air filled with an ancient and sacred aura. Zhao De stood at the entrance, gazing at the endless passage, a sense of pride welling up within him.
"Is this... an ancient trial ground?" Zhao De murmured to himself, his gaze sweeping around, searching for possible clues.
"Outsider, how dare you set foot here!" A voice rang out, accompanied by a gust of sandstorm, and a figure clad in armor, wielding a spear, emerged from the shadows. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, scrutinizing Zhao De.
"I have come to dispel the darkness that shrouds my homeland, and I will face any trial without flinching," Zhao De replied, standing tall and fearless.
The armored warrior nodded slightly, a hint of approval in his voice: "Commendable courage! Then, prove your worth. Pass the three trials, and you will gain the power to fight against the darkness."
Chapter 422 Trial
Chapter 422 Trial
The first door slowly opened, revealing nothingness beyond, with only a thin, endless line suspended in mid-air.
"Step onto this line and walk to the end. Remember, faith is your only guide." After saying this, the armored warrior stepped aside.
Without hesitation, Zhao De took a step forward. Each step felt like walking on thin ice, and whispers began to rise around him—questions, ridicule, and temptations—attempting to shake his resolve.
"Give up, you can't reach the other side."
"Turn back, there is fun to be found even in the darkness."
"Your efforts will ultimately be in vain."
A passerby, a traveler who had stumbled upon the scene, stared in astonishment at the sight and whispered to his companion, "He... he can hear those sounds? It's unbelievable!"
“If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that anyone could stand firm under such a trial,” his companion replied, his eyes filled with admiration.
Zhao De gritted his teeth, with only one thought in his mind: "For the sake of the light, I will never back down!" Finally, when he took the last step, a dazzling light burst forth in the void, and the first door closed automatically.
The second door opened, revealing a world that was both familiar and strange. The figures of relatives and friends appeared one by one, but they were filled with sorrow and despair.
"You abandoned us and chose that unattainable ideal."
“Come back and live with us in this eternal night.”
Zhao De felt a sharp pain in his heart, but he quickly recognized it as an illusion created by his inner demons. He took a deep breath and said firmly, "The real me will never let this happen!"
A passerby witnessed this scene and couldn't help but exclaim, "He... he's fighting his own inner demons! That kind of resilience is truly astonishing!"
One by one, Zhao De's inner demons were defeated by his will, and the world gradually returned to peace. The second door also slowly closed, as if to affirm his efforts.
The final trial was a seemingly ordinary well. The armored warrior's voice echoed in the air: "Jump in, and you will face two choices: one that will immediately increase your strength, but at a heavy price; the other that requires a long period of accumulation, but whose light will be eternal."
Zhao De looked down into the well, a resolute glint in his eyes: "True strength does not come from external gifts, but from inner perseverance. I choose the latter."
Having said that, he leaped into the well. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the real world, but his body radiated a soft yet powerful light—a transformation after undergoing the trial.
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The black mist coalesced again, and the deep voice, filled with resentment and fear, said: "How is this possible... You actually passed the trial!"
Zhao De slowly stepped forward, and every inch of the land shimmered with his footsteps: "Tell me, where is the source of this darkness? It's time to end all of this."
Just when everyone thought the trial was over, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky, and a letter floated down from it. It was engraved with unknown symbols and turned into light points that merged into Zhao De's palm the moment he touched it.
"This...this is?" Zhao De muttered to himself. The surrounding space began to distort and the scene changed. They arrived at a bustling market, a microcosm of the human world, full of noise and vitality.
Passerby C, an old man selling ancient books, exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Zhao De's sudden appearance, "Oh my, where did this young hero come from? I've never seen anything like it before!"
Chapter 423 The Road Ahead is Unclear, Faith is the Guiding Force
Chapter 423 The Road Ahead is Unclear, Faith is the Guiding Force
Zhao De looked around and realized this might be a new trial. A little girl selling flowers ran up to him, offering him a blooming rose, her innocent eyes full of curiosity: "Big brother, are you a hero? My mom says heroes protect us from bad people."
He took the flowers and chuckled softly, "I'll do my best, little sister. Now, I need to find some answers."
As Zhao De traversed the streets, helping to resolve disputes and fight injustice, his actions garnered a tremendous response. Ding, a passerby and an upright blacksmith, patted his chest in admiration: "This is a true hero! Look at his every move—it's extraordinary!"
The news spread like wildfire, and more and more people came seeking his help, some seeking assistance, others simply wanting to witness the legendary hero firsthand. Zhao De patiently listened to each request and offered help in his own way, and his reputation soared.
However, in the dead of night, the armored warrior reappeared, his face grave: "The real trial has only just begun. Are you ready to face the deepest suffering and injustice in this world?"
Zhao De looked up at the starry sky, his eyes filled with unwavering determination: "Now that I have embarked on this path, I will move forward without fear."
Just as everyone was immersed in the hope brought by Zhao De, a dark figure quietly appeared at the edge of the market. His gaze was locked on Zhao De, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
"Child of Light, what you've accomplished is nothing but a few tricks. Now, I'll show you true darkness..."
Zhao De felt a familiar chill. He turned to look at the figure, his brows furrowed: "Who exactly are you? Why do you oppose the light?"
The figure did not answer directly, but left behind a meaningful sentence: "You will soon find out that all choices are just a joke of fate."
With his disappearance, the entire market fell silent, and the crowd looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.
Passerby Wu, a wise old woman, approached Zhao De and said in a trembling voice, "Child, the line between good and evil in this world is often very thin. Whether the light you uphold can illuminate the deepest darkness depends on how firm your heart is."
After a moment of silence, Zhao De finally responded with a resounding statement: "No matter how bumpy the road ahead may be, I will forge ahead without hesitation. Because I am the messenger of light and the guardian of this world."
The next morning, sunlight pierced through the thin mist, illuminating the small town as if heralding a new beginning. Zhao De got up early and strolled slowly along the stone-paved street. The vendors along the roadside were already busy, but when they saw Zhao De pass by, they all stopped what they were doing and looked at him with awe.
The vegetable vendor whispered to her neighbor, "See that? That's the hero who's been making headlines lately. I heard he even put the city's tyrants to his knees."
The neighbor's child stared wide-eyed, his face full of admiration: "When I grow up, I want to be like him, protecting the weak and upholding justice!"
Zhao De smiled and nodded in acknowledgment before continuing on his way. Just then, an elderly man with a distressed expression stopped him in front of a grocery store. "Hero! My store was robbed last night. Those were my savings accumulated over many years. Please help me find them!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao De frowned, but reassured him, "Don't worry, sir, I'll do my best to help you find your lost item." He then glanced around, already having a plan in mind.
Chapter 424 The Guardian of the Town
Chapter 424 The Guardian of the Town
In the afternoon, Zhao De appeared in an abandoned old warehouse area outside town, a place often used by thieves to hide. He lay in wait in the shadows. Soon, several furtive figures appeared; they were the thieves who had stolen the old man's savings the night before.
"Hmph, do you think you can get away with this by hiding in such a remote place?" Zhao De thought to himself, and suddenly sprang up, as swift as a cheetah, and in an instant subdued the thieves who had no time to react.
When Zhao De returned to town with the thief and the stolen goods, the crowd erupted in thunderous applause. The old man, his hands trembling, accepted his savings, his eyes brimming with tears, and said, "Thank you so much! You are not only our hero, but also the guardian of this town!"
Night fell again, but Zhao De did not stop. He decided to delve deeper into the investigation of the force lurking in the shadows. He visited the town's library, searching for clues in ancient documents, hoping to find a way to combat the impending darkness.
The librarian, a young man with a curious gleam behind his glasses, said as he organized the books, "Did you know that, according to ancient records, every few hundred years, there is a battle between light and darkness in this world? Perhaps you are the one chosen."
Zhao De pondered for a moment and replied, "If that's the case, I'm willing to accept this mission. But first, I need to find the source of that shadow."
Several days later, after tireless efforts, Zhao De finally discovered the traces of the mysterious figure—an ancient castle located atop a desolate mountain. There, it seemed, lay the answers to all the mysteries.
Just as Zhao De was preparing to embark on his journey to the castle, he received an anonymous letter containing only one sentence: "Your journey has only just begun. The real battle lies in whether the light within you can illuminate all the shadows."
Zhao De gripped the letter tightly, looked up at the distant horizon where dark clouds were slowly gathering, and a storm was about to break.
In a bustling tavern, Zhao De and several friends, about to part ways, raised their glasses in farewell. A passing traveler overheard their conversation and exclaimed, "This young man carries not only his own honor and disgrace on his shoulders, but also the hope of the entire world!"
Zhao De put down his wine glass and said to his friends with a firm look in his eyes, "No matter what lies ahead, I will not back down. Because in this world, there will always be people who need light and hope."
One of the friends stood up, patted Zhao De on the shoulder, and said with great enthusiasm, "Then it's settled, brother. When you return, the world will surely return to light."
Zhao De's vow was like the first rays of dawn, warm and powerful. The tavern fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked at him with admiration. A simply dressed farmer walked up to Zhao De and whispered, "I heard you're going to challenge that castle that no one dares to touch? Young man, your courage is higher than the mountains. We common folk are counting on you."
Zhao De smiled slightly, his smile containing both confidence and gentleness: "Everyone's life is my responsibility. No matter what secrets the castle holds, I will uncover them and bring back peace to all of us."
Just then, an elderly blacksmith, leaning on a cane, hobbled over, his cloudy eyes gleaming with an unyielding fire: "Child, if you need a weapon, I am willing to forge you the sharpest sword. This sword was once mine in my youth; now, it should belong to the one truly capable of protecting this land."
Chapter 425 The Darkest Hour?
Chapter 425 The Darkest Hour?
Zhao De gratefully accepted the sword from the blacksmith, feeling the weight of history and the expectations of his predecessors emanating from the blade. He bowed deeply and said, "Your trust is my greatest motivation. Please believe me, I will not let you down."
The following morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thin mist, Zhao De embarked on his journey to the desolate mountains. Along the way, villagers spontaneously came to see him off, carrying their own food, herbs, or simple blessings, each expressing their support for this young hero in their own way.
"Zhao De, you must come back safely!" A little girl held her mother's hand, looked up at Zhao De, and her eyes were full of admiration.
"We'll be waiting for you, our hero!" a group of teenagers shouted excitedly, their eyes filled not only with envy but also with boundless anticipation for the future.
As Zhao De's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, the hustle and bustle of the town subsided. However, people's hearts were closely connected because of Zhao De's departure, and a seed called "hope" quietly took root and sprouted in everyone's heart.
Several days later, Zhao De arrived at the ancient castle shrouded in mist. The castle doors opened automatically, as if welcoming its final challenger. Zhao De took a deep breath and stepped inside, each step treading on the dust of history.
Deep within the castle, a deep, seductive voice echoed: "Welcome, Zhao De. Are you prepared to confront your deepest fears and the darkest hour of this world?"
Zhao De stopped and looked around. Although he couldn't see anyone, he knew the owner of the voice was nearby. "I'm ready. No matter what I face, I will use my light to dispel the darkness."
"Heh, then let's see if your so-called 'light' can illuminate this endless abyss." The voice faded into the distance, followed by a suffocating silence.
Just as Zhao De was preparing to continue his exploration, he suddenly felt a warm current emanating from the sword on his back, seemingly an encouragement and affirmation. Zhao De gripped the hilt tightly, a firmness surging within him like never before: "What I bear is not just a personal battle, but also the battle for everyone who longs for the light."
As Zhao De concentrated, images slowly appeared on the castle's stone walls, like flowing history, showcasing the castle's former glory and decline. The images depicted valiant knights battling monsters, mages casting dazzling spells to protect the land, and scenes of people celebrating peace. But as time passed, the images turned gray, an ominous aura enveloped the castle, and the former guardians vanished one by one until the last light went out.
"See that, Zhao De?" the voice rang out again, tinged with mockery. "Countless heroes have fallen here, their vows and courage ultimately reduced to nothing. What makes you think you'll be any different?"
Zhao De's gaze was piercing, and he did not back down: "It is precisely because they have fallen that I must stand here. Not because I am the only hope, but because every person who has fallen has paved a path to the light for me. What I carry is the will of the past losers and the voice of the future yearning for the light."
Echoes suddenly resounded from the depths of the castle, like the resonance of history, or the whispers of countless souls, granting Zhao De an invisible strength. Driven by this power, Zhao De found that the sword in his hand began to emit a faint light, a response to justice and faith.