Chapter 10 Four Questions about Rules
In the wide square of the sect, a stick of incense was slowly burning, and wisps of green smoke were rising.
Long Aotian, the eldest brother of Tianshan Sword Sect, stood in front of everyone, his expression was cold and majestic.
"Everyone, today I will explain these four rules." Long Aotian's voice was clear and powerful, echoing in the square.
"First, you must not destroy any facilities in the sect without authorization. Secondly, you must obey the arrangements and instructions of the sect. Thirdly, you must not fight privately to disrupt the order. Finally, you must not harbor malice towards your fellow brothers."
Everyone listened quietly. At this time, they found that their magic power was restricted by the magic circle, just like ordinary people.
Everyone's expression became a little solemn, realizing that they must be cautious here.
"Do you understand? If anyone dares to break the rules, they will be automatically ejected from the sect, no questions asked!" Long Aotian glanced at everyone, and his majesty made people feel awe.
As his voice fell, the flame of an incense stick flickered, time was slowly passing, and everyone secretly kept these rules in mind.
As time passed, the incense stick had burned more than half, and everyone had different expressions.
Long Aotian folded his hands in front of his chest, and continued with sharp eyes: "Here, you will face many tests and challenges, but as long as you strictly abide by the rules, you will have the opportunity to be promoted and grow in the sect."
He paused, and emphasized again: "Don't be lucky, the power of the magic circle is not something you can easily contend with. Once the rules are triggered, the consequences will be at your own risk."
At this time, there was a slight commotion in the crowd, and it seemed that some people had doubts about these rules, but under Long Aotian's majestic gaze, they quickly quieted down.
The incense was getting shorter and shorter, and it was about to burn to the end.
"Okay, from now on, the sect will officially start the assessment."
At Long Aotian's order, everyone was in high spirits.
They knew that the real test had begun. In this sect full of restrictions and rules, they had to move forward carefully. If they were not careful, they might lose all their previous efforts, be ejected from the sect, and miss this rare opportunity.
Long Aotian stood quietly by, paying close attention to everyone's every move, ready to deal with possible violations at any time.
The heart-searching ceremony officially began, and a strange light flashed, and everyone fell into an illusion.
Shen Lang only felt that the scene in front of him changed, and when he saw it clearly again, he saw himself in his previous life.
In that previous life, he was busy running around in the world, living an ordinary and ox-like life, bound by the pressure and trivialities of life.
Looking at himself in his previous life, Shen Lang felt a complex emotion in his heart.
He began to think, what is the purpose of his life in this world?
Is it to pursue supreme power?
Or to experience a different life?
Or to make up for the regrets of the previous life?
In this illusion, Shen Lang seemed to be lost, constantly asking himself these questions in his heart.
He wandered in this confusion and thinking, trying to find the answer that would make him move forward firmly.
Everything around him became blurred, only his past life and the voice in his heart kept echoing, urging him to find the meaning and value of his existence.
Shen Lang stared at his past life, his thoughts surging like a tide.
He looked at the tired and numb face of his past life, recalling the hardships and helplessness he had experienced.
That life seemed to be struggling for survival, without any excitement or light.
"I came through, is it just to repeat this life? No, never!" Shen Lang shouted in his heart.
He realized that he came to this world to break free from the shackles of his past life and to pursue true freedom and strength.
He wanted to make his life bloom with brilliant brilliance and no longer be mediocre.
He wanted to explore this endless unknown and challenge those seemingly impossible goals.
As this thought became more and more firm in his mind, Shen Lang felt the illusion in front of him begin to shake.
The self in his previous life gradually blurred, as if blending into the darkness.
Shen Lang took a deep breath, his eyes revealed determination.
He knew that he had found the answer in his heart. Next, no matter what difficulties and challenges he encountered, he would move forward bravely and work tirelessly for his goals.
Because he clearly knew that he came through time to write a completely different legendary life.
When Shen Lang decided that he would live for himself, he thought that the test of his conscience was over.
What he didn't expect was that the questioning of his predecessor appeared immediately afterwards.
The illusory figure of the predecessor stared at him and said in a heavy tone: "Shen Lang, I am you, we are one. Since you have decided to live for yourself, you should also make a promise to me, the original body."
Shen Lang was slightly startled, then nodded solemnly and said: "I promise you. I will set up a tablet for you to be worshipped."
As soon as the voice fell, Shen Lang felt a strange power surging in his body, as if he had reached some kind of contract with his predecessor.
Then, a flash of light passed by, and Shen Lang felt like he had been reborn and completely controlled his body.
He could clearly feel that he and this body were perfectly integrated, without any barriers or obstacles.
In the illusion, the scene suddenly changed, and Shen Lang found himself on a noisy street.
The crowd around was surging in one direction. Shen Lang looked along the crowd and saw that on the execution ground, a good man was being escorted and was about to be beheaded.
And what came to his mind was that this man was a good man who was wrongly accused.
This was the setting in the second level, the question of the body illusion.
Shen Lang suddenly felt a sense of justice in his heart, and he shouted without hesitation: "Stop! Don't behead! This man is wronged!"
His voice was particularly clear in the crowd.
However, his actions attracted the attention of the guards, who immediately rushed over to catch Shen Lang and angrily accused him of disturbing the execution ground.
Shen Lang struggled and still insisted on saving people, but he was outnumbered.
Soon, Shen Lang was dragged down and beaten to death for disturbing the execution ground.
In a burst of severe pain, Shen Lang felt his consciousness gradually blurred, but he had no regrets in his heart, because he knew that he had done what he thought was right.
The illusion changed again, and this time Shen Lang became the executioner.
When he saw that the wronged man was about to be beheaded, his sense of justice surged again.
He shouted: "Stop!"
However, the official beside him reminded: "Sir, no, if you don't obey the imperial order, you will be punished with all your clans!"
Shen Lang's face was uncertain. He knew that the consequences were extremely serious, but looking at the desperate eyes of the wronged man, he gritted his teeth and said firmly: "This person is obviously wronged. I can't let an innocent person die in vain!"