Chapter 776 Regret

After the mysterious old man entered the illusion.

In an instant, the scene in front of him was like a surging tide, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

Instantly, he was drawn into the long river of time.

He seemed to have traveled through the tunnel of time and space and returned to his youthful days.

At that time, he had a beloved in his life.

The woman was like a flower blooming in spring, gentle and beautiful, and her smile was like a bright star, illuminating his world.

They had looked at each other affectionately under the flowers and the moon, and made a vow of eternal love.

The oath was like a petal in the wind, floating in the long river of time, leaving an unforgettable mark.

However, the wheel of fate began to turn.

The desire for power in his heart was like a burning flame, driving him to resolutely choose to embark on a path of practice full of thorns, hardships and dangers.

This decision, like a ruthless pair of scissors, cut the closely connected red thread between them, and he had to part with her reluctantly.

During those long and lonely years of cultivation, he always had a longing for her in his heart.

That longing was like a drizzle, moistening his heart, but it was also accompanied by endless bitterness.

During a difficult and dangerous mission, he accidentally heard that the sect she was in had suffered a catastrophic disaster.

At that moment, his heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and he instantly fell into endless panic and worry.

He hurried back regardless of everything.

However, when he arrived, all he saw was a ruin.

The place that was once full of vitality and laughter has now turned into dead ashes.

His beloved has also passed away, like a withered flower, disappearing in this cruel world.

He knelt in front of the ruins in pain, tears flowing like a flood, his heart filled with endless regret and self-blame.

Regret is like a sharp thorn, deeply hurting his soul, becoming a heavy regret that he can never let go of in his life, like a haze covering the rest of his life.

The screen switched like a slide, and he saw another past.

Once, there was a great opportunity in front of him. He had the opportunity to become a disciple of a respected and powerful person.

This powerful person, with a profound and unfathomable cultivation method, stood at the top of the cultivation world like a towering mountain, and was admired and yearned for by countless people.

But at that time, he was young and full of vigor, and his arrogance and pride were like a burning flame, blinding his eyes.

He believed that he was gifted enough to explore a unique path of cultivation on his own.

So, he rejected the recruitment of the famous teacher without hesitation.

At that time, his eyes flashed with confidence.

But he never expected that fate had already laid a foreshadowing for him in secret.

Many years later, when he repeatedly hit a wall on the road of cultivation, he was like a traveler lost in a dark forest, unable to find the direction to move forward.

He looked at those who were once inferior to him, under the careful teaching of the strong.

Like a bright new star, they grew rapidly in the sky of cultivation and became famous.

He just woke up from his dream and realized how precious an opportunity he had missed.

His heart was filled with regret, and the regret was like countless ants gnawing at his heart.

He kept asking himself, if he hadn't been so stubborn at the beginning.

If he had let go of his arrogance at the beginning, what would he be like now?

Perhaps, he would have stood at the top of the world of immortal cultivation, overlooking the prosperity of this world.

Perhaps, he would have a different life, without so many regrets and remorse.

However, everything could not be turned back, the wheel of time rolled forward mercilessly, leaving him alone wandering in the abyss of regret.

Then, a scene appeared again in the illusion, that was a crucial martial arts competition.

He won all the way in this competition, and with his own strength and courage, he made it to the finals.

The opponent standing opposite him was a young junior whom he had always looked down on.

In his eyes, this junior was just a fledgling boy, who could not be compared with him at all.

However, fate played a cruel joke at this moment.

In the game, he underestimated his opponent and relaxed his vigilance, which led to his opponent's weakness.

At that moment, he seemed to see the mockery of fate, and watched his advantage disappear bit by bit.

In the end, he lost to this young junior.

This failure, like a sudden storm, completely destroyed his pride and self-confidence.

He lost face, and from then on, he became a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone.

He fell into deep self-doubt and depression, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

He began to become withdrawn and resentful, full of hostility towards the people around him.

He closed his heart, like a wounded beast, licking his wounds alone.

The shadow of this failure, like an unbridgeable gap, has always shrouded him, becoming an indelible pain in his heart, and always piercing his soul.

These regretful scenes are like intertwined silk threads, constantly entangled in the old man's mind, like sharp knives, ruthlessly piercing his heart.

He gradually immersed himself in it, unable to extricate himself, his eyes became empty and confused.

As if he had lost his soul, he was completely trapped in the illusory world constructed by the illusion.

Just as he was deeply immersed in this painful memory, the scene changed again.

Suddenly, a completely different picture appeared in front of him.

That was the village where he lived as a child.

At that time, he had not yet embarked on the road of cultivating immortals.

Life is like a pure white paper, full of infinite possibilities and beauty.

The people in the village are simple and kind, and their smiles are like warm sunshine, illuminating every corner.

He and his friends ran and played in the fields to their heart's content, and the cheerful laughter echoed throughout the village, as if it was the most beautiful music in the world.

On a summer afternoon, the sun shines through the mottled leaves and sprinkles on the ground, forming patches of golden light, like a dreamy fairyland.

He and his friends secretly ran to the small river beside the village to swim without telling the adults.

The river water is clear and bottom-viewing, like a huge mirror, reflecting their innocent faces.

The fish shuttled between their legs, and the itchy feeling made them giggle, and the laughter rippled on the water, startling the birds by the river.

They splashed water on each other and played in the water, enjoying the carefree joy, as if the whole world belonged to them.

In autumn, the fields were golden, and the wheat waves rose and fell with the wind, like a golden ocean rolling.

They would play hide-and-seek in the harvested wheat fields, hiding behind the tall wheat stacks.

Listening to the footsteps of their friends looking around, they felt nervous and excited, as if they were on a thrilling adventure.

Sometimes, they would lie on the wheat stacks, looking at the blue sky like a gem, sharing the innocent dreams and fantasies in each other's hearts.

They imagined what kind of person they would become in the future, perhaps a brave knight, doing justice.

Perhaps a smart scholar, knowledgeable.

Perhaps a hardworking farmer, guarding this beautiful land.

At that time, their eyes were full of longing and hope for the future.

Like twinkling stars, illuminating their young hearts.