The Way of Spiritual Journey

Chapter 2, Rebirth on the Battlefield

Li Lang's excitement didn't last three breaths. He suddenly realized that being alive wasn't something to be excited about, because something seemed off.

Is this a battlefield?

That's right, the battlefield before Yanming Pass. At this moment, a flood of information rushed into his mind. At this moment, he was Li Lang, the scholar of Dayuan.

Li Lang had a complaint he couldn't voice, or perhaps he didn't dare to utter it aloud.

Is this the legendary time travel? Or just someone with the same name? Or am I in a pile of corpses?

Everyone knows that time travel is rebirth; rebirth is the phoenix rising from the ashes. Who gets reborn? They're usually an emperor or prince, or at the very least, have some kind of system or cheat code, right? So why am I a dead person?

Of course, that's not the right way to think. Even though you're still surrounded by corpses, you're still alive, aren't you?

Did I not do enough good deeds in my past life? Was dying once in this life not enough? Do I have to die again?

This was Li Lang's only feeling at that moment.

It seems that's how it is; so far, I still haven't sensed the existence of any system or cheat codes.

"Then I'll die again!" Li Lang steeled his heart and made his decision.

Li Lang had given up. Given his current situation, without a cheat code, he was doomed anyway; it seemed to be fate. Since that was the case, resistance was pointless, so he might as well submit.

Having figured this out, Li Lang felt a sense of lightness throughout his body, a comfortable feeling of having struggled to no avail and simply lying down.

Of course, this comfort was purely an illusion. Li Lang was injured, and seriously so, struck in the abdomen by a sharp weapon.

This kind of injury is fatal, yet not fatal on the spot. Its characteristic is that it allows one to live slowly, to savor the pain.

Therefore, any illusions will immediately vanish under such pain.

Li Lang's attempt to concede defeat failed.

An unimaginable, sharp, stabbing pain sent a shiver down his spine. It was the pain of being suddenly stabbed in the stomach by a sharp object.

It just goes to show the old saying: comfort is bearable, but pain is unbearable.

Li Lang could not bear it, of course. He had never experienced, or even dared to imagine, such pain in his entire life.

Li Lang has unleashed his power. The word "unleashed" easily evokes images of internal energy level upgrades or breakthroughs to the next level.

But Li Lang was clearly not like that. He was a scholar who read the classics and recited beautiful prose. He could write with a pen, but he couldn't even tie a chicken with his hand.

Li Lang, who normally couldn't even tie up a chicken, could now catch a sparrow. The intense pain spurred him to strike suddenly, aiming straight for the source of the suffering.

"Wow!"

What they heard was a scream, but what they got was a black crow.

Li Lang's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was contorted with rage; "You bastard, I don't even acknowledge you, yet you dare to peck at my stomach?"

At this moment, Li Lang was no longer a scholar; a murderous aura, typical of a butcher, surged into his mind, and he wanted to slaughter this bird.

Li Lang steeled himself once more, and with as if possessed by divine power, brought the terrified, frantically flapping black crow to his beak, then bit it in one gulp.

"Wow--"

At this, the flock of black crows, as dark as a cloud, cried out wildly and scattered in all directions, creating complete chaos.

Li Lang caught the king, who was leading them on an ambitious roll downhill.

"Glug."

Li Lang was filled with pride after his successful attack and wanted to laugh out loud, but a mouthful of bird blood suddenly poured into his mouth, causing him to choke and lose consciousness as he suffocated.

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The night is deep. The bright moon hangs high in the sky.

A gust of cold wind swept by, and Li Lang woke up with a shiver.

Is he still alive?

Li Lang regained consciousness and immediately discovered this cruel reality.

This is fate's will, to make me suffer endless torment; I cannot submit to it. Li Lang subconsciously touched his stomach. Strangely, the wound seemed to have healed considerably, and he didn't feel much pain anymore.

"Awoo!"

A chilling wolf howl came from afar, and Li Lang shivered again.

This won't do. A pile of corpses isn't a place to stay for long. Since the pain isn't so bad anymore, we need to leave. Otherwise, the insect bites and rat stings are unbearable!

So Li Lang began to crawl with difficulty.

There is no road; every direction around is endless darkness, and beneath that darkness lie endless corpses.

Let's head towards the moon then.

At this point, whether he lived or died was no longer so important; that was up to fate. The main thing was that he couldn't bear the pain. Li Lang was afraid of pain. Especially the kind of pain of being bitten alive but unable to die quickly—even if it was fate, he absolutely couldn't submit to it.

Li Lang crawled and crawled toward the moon until his hands were worn raw, his body lost all feeling, and he was about to fall into despair and start cursing when he finally reached the end.

It was downhill, and without thinking, Li Lang loosened his grip, causing his body to roll down the slope.

That was so exhilarating!

Although the body is numb, this unrestrained rolling still gives one the feeling of about to take flight.

Li Lang really wanted to let out a loud howl.

"ah--"

Li Lang truly let out a howl; the sound was mournful and lingering, with an echo that lingered for a long time.

At the end of the slope was a cliff, its depth unknown. As Li Lang rolled down, he felt as if he were flying, soaring through the air, and lingering there for a long time.

When he took off, Li Lang was actually afraid. But the fear didn't last long, because the imagined pain didn't come. What he could feel was the exhilarating feeling of soaring through the wind.

Li Lang closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He was able to experience this exhilarating feeling while he was still alive; what more could he ask for in life?

At this moment, Li Lang felt that heaven was still looking out for him, because this kind of comfort wasn't something just anyone could experience. Even money couldn't buy it.

Li Lang gave his own idea a high degree of affirmation.

Given this certainty, Li Lang had another idea: when he fell to the ground, he must have landed headfirst, resulting in instant death without any pain.

This thought brought Li Lang a sense of relief. If that were the case, then his journey through time would have a perfectly successful ending.

Thinking of this, Li Lang was startled again. Had he gotten a little too cocky? After all this time, his posture was a bit off. Shouldn't he also cooperate a little and adjust his posture accordingly?

Li Lang panicked. This was a big problem. If his attitude was wrong, the effect would definitely be greatly reduced.

While the feeling of flying is exhilarating, if you were to fall and become unable to take care of yourself, it would be no joke.

"Bang!"

Just as Li Lang came to his senses and was about to adjust his position to be upside down, the bottom was reached.