Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan frowned, but the Fate-level Loser in front of him showed a painful expression, with blood flowing out of his seven orifices.

The two scars on his body seemed to have some power emanating from them.

This Fate-level Loser was using his own power to resist, and almost all of his power was used here.

Qin Xuan walked towards this Fate-level Loser. At this moment, if he wanted to kill this Fate-level Loser, he would probably only need one sword.

The Loser of the Transcendent Realm has a mysterious number of 100.

The Loser of the Supreme Realm has a mysterious number of 500!

If it is a Fate-level Loser, how many mysterious numbers can he get! ?

Qin Xuan had a feeling that if he killed a Fate-level Loser, the mysterious number he would get would be beyond his imagination.

But Qin Xuan walked in front of this Fate-level Loser, he looked at this Fate-level Loser, but did not kill him.

Instead, he used his original power to probe into the two scars of the sword and the knife.

If the cause and effect of the sword and the knife were his, then perhaps he could try to resolve it.

The fate-level loser in front of him was obviously different from the ordinary losers, and the other party did not kill him.

Even though he, Qin Changqing, had killed countless people, he still had a trace of kindness in his heart.

Just as Qin Xuan's power probed into the sword and knife scars, his consciousness suddenly shook, as if some kind of breath came from the sword and knife scars.

"You are worthy of seeing his past!"

A cold voice sounded, as if it came from the unknown.

"Just fate, I don't know what it means."

The second voice, full of indifference, came from the mist.

The timbre and voice of these two voices were very vague and unrecognizable.

But Qin Xuan felt familiar, and his heart was trembling. At this moment, the two auras dissipated at a rapid speed, and no one knew where they came from or where they returned.

Qin Xuan opened his eyes again, and saw that the scars of the knife and the sword had lost their overflowing power. Instead, the power of this fortune-level loser was restored.

The scars healed in the blink of an eye.

However, the look of this fortune-level loser towards Qin Xuan was obviously different.

"Thank you!"

The voice of this fortune-level loser came to Qin Xuan's ears.

Qin Xuan withdrew his hand and said slowly, "I entered this mountain to avoid disaster, and this action also settled the cause and effect. No need to thank me!"

The fortune-level loser looked at Qin Xuan, without saying much, but turned and walked up the mountain.

"Please follow me!"

His tone was much more polite, as if he knew that Qin Xuan was not ordinary and had a secret.

Qin Xuan looked at the back of this fortune-level loser and shook his head. Strength is always the foundation that can make people look up and down.

Qin Xuan followed all the way until he saw an old tree on the top of the mountain. Under the old tree, there was an illusory chessboard.

On this chessboard, there were no chess pieces, but it was shrouded by endless mist.

This fortune-level loser was sitting cross-legged behind the chessboard.

He looked up at Qin Xuan and heard a voice, "My name is Wudao. I have been a loser for 80 million years. Suddenly one day I was born with a mysterious fortune. I wanted to find a solution. So far, I have a new knowledge and have occupied this mountain."

"I have been searching for 90,000 years, but I have found nothing so far."

Qin Xuan finally understood why this fortune-level loser who claimed to be Wudao was occupying this mountain.

Even when facing the participants, he did not take action.

He already had something to ask for, and he was no longer a loser.

It is hard to imagine that a person who is lost from beginning to end can actually gain enlightenment and give birth to a new consciousness in the process of being lost.

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Qin Xuan would not have believed that there were such bizarre things in this world.

But seeing it with his own eyes, he felt that everything was natural, just like reincarnation after reincarnation, and it was the same reason.

Qin Xuan looked at the chessboard and understood that what Wudao wanted was all there.

"I'll give it a try, but the result may not be what you want." Qin Xuan said lightly.

He was also a little curious about what Wudao's problem was and why there was no solution.

Immediately, Qin Xuan's consciousness sank into this chessboard.

But the world in front of him was just an ordinary world, where mountains and rivers did not meet, and plants and trees grew in spring and autumn. Qin Xuan looked at this world, but did not find any problems.

Qin Xuan frowned slightly, he slowly sat down cross-legged, and calmly felt it again.

This world, day after day, year after year, is always like this, nothing could be more ordinary.

"The problem that can make the lost seek should be a problem that has no beginning and no end."

"The lost seek the way, the way they seek must be related to the lost way."

"This world in front of me is too ordinary, too normal, and there is something wrong with it."

Qin Xuan has gone through nine years, frowning.He looked at this world with a frown on his face.

"For plants and trees, the sun and the moon are immortal, but in my eyes, they will eventually wither."

"In the eyes of those who have lost their way, those who strive to cross the river, although seemingly immortal, will eventually wither. Whether they get lost or fall, the result is the same."

"So, what is the purpose of countless peerless creatures in the mortal world who have stepped into the beginningless and endless?"

"The mortal world is born and dies, and creatures are born and die. Even the existence of the creation level will get lost and will also get the way in the loss."

"These endless reincarnations, all creatures, are just like the plants and trees in this world."

"It's just a spring and autumn for plants and trees, but those creatures seem to have experienced a long and endless journey."

"One creature after another gets lost or dies, and another one after another walks out and becomes a new striver."

"This world is a metaphor for the beginningless and endless."

Qin Xuan has some enlightenment. He doesn't know whether his enlightenment is right or wrong, but thinking and understanding are not wrong.

"What is the meaning of beginninglessness and endlessness?"

"If there are creatures that are extremely powerful and can create beginninglessness and endlessness, what are they seeking? Civilization and inheritance can be achieved in the world of dust."

"I once thought that if I were that kind of existence, endless time, any desires and great ways would have been wiped out. No, it can be said that any desires and great ways have been completed. Then, what I would seek would be an opponent."

"An opponent who can arouse a little interest in me, enough to cause a ripple in my heart, and make me feel that I am still alive."

Qin Xuan felt as if he had grasped something, but everything was vague.

"But this is what the creatures who created beginninglessness and end want, not what all the contenders want, and it will not be what the Daoless wants."

"Step into the beginninglessness and end, and pursue the power of the Lord of Creation and the Lord of Wujixuan? Even if it can be achieved, so what? Fighting, life and death, hatred, in the endless years, seem to have become meaningless things."

Qin Xuan looked at the world. At this moment, the world, in his eyes, has become a completely different meaning.

In a flash, he saw countless people struggling to cross the river, and endless reincarnation.

Suddenly, a thought that everything would be meaningless spread in his mind.

"Seeking power, when I finally transcend the beginning and the end, I will become the creature called the 'opponent'. If I fail, I will fall, just like these people struggling to cross the river."

"If I succeed, I will be supreme at the beginning, but in the end, I will become the second existence to find an 'opponent'."

"These will be another reincarnation."

"People have seven emotions and six desires because there are some things in the world that cannot be done and some things that cannot be reversed."

"Life has an end, it is not eternal, it can be measured by time, but when time can no longer measure everything, when everything can be done as one pleases, then, where is the Tao?"

Qin Xuan's eyes became empty.

He murmured to himself, his voice low and hoarse.

"Yes, where is the Tao!?"