There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 590, You Are Me

In the icy seawater.

It floated quietly, like a tardigrade.

His brows furrowed tightly.

Serious and earnest.

A powerful figure, a great being, an existence whose combat power is impeccable.

One of the most powerful legends in history.

Xiao Yang.

What is he doing?
What could possibly warrant such an expression?

It seems to be a very important matter.

"think……."

He contributed a masterpiece of the century.

"The Silent Thinker".

Well, that's a really difficult question.

I thought about it for a long time.

Most of their bodies were frozen solid.

In the dark, icy seawater.

this moment.

"Cannot be seen or touched."

It is closer to nothingness than anything else.

Compared to the chaos outside the world, compared to that equally empty void, it is even more meaningless and nihilistic.

The void is empty, but not nothing; it contains countless worlds, where stars gather and twinkle.

But here it is.

Xiao Yang, however, was truly unable to do anything.

I have tried swimming.

Without any clear direction, Xiao Yang couldn't even be sure if he was moving closer to something deeper.

The once invincible sense of defeat was followed by a crushing defeat.

Not surprisingly.

"This is the sea of ​​the soul."

in silence.

Ultimately, it all comes down to that one question.

"What to do?"

Perhaps this question can be pushed forward a bit further and made more specific.

Why did I come here?

"In order to advance to the next rank."

We've caught a glimpse of what's going on.

"In order to advance to demigod status."

A problem has arisen.

How do I become a demigod?

This is where the problem arises.

He vaguely understood what he had to do.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

In this darkness, there is also no definition of time.

All that remains is emptiness and bone-chilling cold.

"This is the sea of ​​the soul."

Perhaps we can gain some inspiration from the definition of the sea of ​​the soul.

A place of illusion and haze, a place where the elusive true self gathers.

Xiao Yang was guided by his innate inspiration.

Xiao Yang grasped that key word.

"The true self?"

I grasped a key point.

Xiao Yang witnessed the pure "true self" after everything was stripped away in the Sea of ​​the Soul.

Those true selves that were used as food by evil gods.

That is the sum of all the traces and observations left behind by a living being throughout its entire life.

Not right either.

"Those are the true selves after the curtain falls."

"The sum total of all traces left behind."

So, assuming they are still alive.

What is the real me?

"It seems I am who I am now?"

This is why people hate thinking.

"Complex, chaotic, and incomprehensible."

Giving such an answer is incorrect.

The surroundings were still nothingness.

We still need to think about this.

But perhaps this thinking is just too painful.

A thought popped into my head uncontrollably.

"Give up thinking."

"Don't think about it anymore."

"Stop."

In his pain, Xiao Yang instinctively resisted his own thoughts and actions.

"no!"

Xiao Yang suppressed his objections and decisively gave himself an answer.

In an instant, the flash of lightning that crossed my mind was caught.

"These jumbled thoughts."

The thoughts are scattered.

"Are other people able to control their thoughts?"

Even if they are good people, bad people, or whatever.

Even a saint.

They preach restraint, but when they see the alluring spring scenery, won't their hearts be filled with desire?

While speaking of pity, one might feel a surge of tyranny when looking at those weak creatures that seem to be easily manipulated.

While indulging in sensual pleasures, is there perhaps some underlying desire?

These opposing thoughts, for reasons I can't explain, and beyond my control, always pop up very suddenly.

Even you yourself don't understand why you think this way.

It's as if chaos is the true nature of everything.

Throughout the heavens, many pioneers who walk the path of the extraordinary have their own interpretations of such chaotic thoughts.

But one thing they have in common is...

Their requirements differed.

“Refine, sever, restrain, bind, or cover.” “Supreme ruthlessness, doing what a god should do, my heart is like Bodhi.”

Even the demonic path is like this.

Although they took different paths.

"Be your purest self, do whatever you want."

They were all dealing with these jumbled thoughts.

Actually, it's easier to understand if you put it another way.

These jumbled thoughts.

This quickly brought a guy to Xiao Yang's mind.

"Another self".

I have come to a realization.

Once you've dealt with that other version of yourself, you'll be able to take that crucial first step.

"I understand now!"

But I've figured it out, and that's all I've figured out.

However, it can be quite troublesome in practice.

Early on, he was able to confront another version of himself.

If I were to describe it simply...

Comparing the two.

Xiao Yang felt that other self.

"He... is very strong."

Everything in front of me began to change.

It was like lifting a veil.

The true sea of ​​the soul unveiled itself to Xiao Yang.

It is also urging Xiao Yang to become whole.

Suddenly, Xiao Yang was able to see everything; he could see everything.

Those jumbled thoughts kept bursting forth from my mind.

The empty darkness in front of me also became colorful.

An indescribable monster wandering in the dark ocean.

Those bloated corpses, sinking little by little, struggling incessantly.

And myself.

A person lying horizontally in the abyss.

Before me, another version of myself appeared.

It seems he had been waiting for this day all along.

Right below Xiao Yang.

His face was covered by a large cloak and could not be seen clearly, but one could feel that in the darkness, his eyes were staring straight at Xiao Yang.

A strange smile curved at the corner of his mouth.

He is laughing.

She smiled at Xiao Yang again.

As if to say.

"Look, I'm here, and you've arrived here too."

It was as if she had rebelled against Xiao Yang's consistent resistance.

Like a child.

Will Xiao Yang indulge him?

Will Xiao Yang indulge me?
"He won't!"

At times, this guy is more childlike than his other self.

As if in a fit of pique, she turned her body away.

The posture changed from facing down into a dark abyss to looking up at the sea.

this moment.

Xiao Yang beneath the abyss.

He fell silent.

The smiles on their faces stiffened.

finally.

He chose to take the initiative.

Xiao Yang had already seen the way out.

The long lamp of dawn always shone on him.

The warm golden light pierced through the dark seawater and fell upon him, leaving only a few scattered specks.

But it can still provide direction.

"Upstream, keep going upstream!"

Waving its arms, it slowly rises like a giant frog.

It just hasn't officially started yet.

Behind.

A pair of slender, pale arms wrapped around Xiao Yang's waist.

Admittedly, this was a position that Xiao Yang had never unlocked in all these years.

Of course, he also hoped that someone would put their arm around his waist like that.

But such expectations are perhaps more directed towards the opposite sex.

if you can.

"Ideally, it should be a beautiful person of the opposite sex."

If we ask for something a little more...

"Add a touch of love."

"Add a little warm sunshine."

"Add a soft filter."

That's how you achieve your goal.

[Youthful innocence under the warm sunshine]

Unfortunately, he failed to achieve this at the universities where he was most likely to realize it.

But ironically, in this indescribably dark abyss, in the icy, bone-chilling seawater, among the countless monsters surrounding them, among those slowly sinking, bloated evil gods...

And so, a pair of hands appeared.

A pair of slender, pale, long, and beautiful hands.

Achieve success.

A pair of pale, slender arms

But a problem arose.

A big problem has arisen.

A very, very big problem has arisen.

He felt that no matter what, he was capable of it.

It's also possible that they didn't want such a scene to happen.

"What do you mean?"

"I hugged myself?"

(End of this chapter)