Xu Zimo felt that his consciousness entered darkness.

He evolves these moves in infinite reincarnations.

Direct access to the other side of the moves, the most thorough penetration of the secrets.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was just a short period of time.

Or perhaps, centuries have passed.

Xu Zimo feels that he has experienced too many different artistic conceptions.

He was up and down for a long time, drifting in the endless darkness.

It seems that this man passed his experience and artistic conception to Xu Zimo to experience.

Xu Zimo's aura suddenly became stronger and weaker.

It seems to be going through countless reincarnations.

When he opened his eyes and woke up, he saw that he was lying in endless darkness.

The body floats in the dark mid-air with no direction or destination.

He stood up slowly, feeling dizzy in his head.

A memory was forced in.

This memory is about the combat technique called "Demon".

This combat skill does not require much proficiency to use.

The most important thing is enlightenment.

Able to understand the artistic conception of each move.

The deeper the artistic conception of enlightenment, the greater the power it can use.

Xu Zimo raised his head and put the combat skills behind his mind for the time being.

Because right in front of his sight, the man stood there calmly in his shirt.

"You're awake, Demon Lord," the man said calmly.

"Who are you?" Xu Zimo asked with a frown.

"I am the Demon Lord, and you are also the Demon Lord,"

The man said with a smile.

"But strictly speaking, I am me and you are you.

Although we bear the same identity and the same fate.

But we are two completely different people.

I don’t want to be you, and you don’t want to be me either.”

"I don't quite understand," Xu Zimo shook his head and said.

"As you said, my thoughts are even more confused."

"It's no good knowing too much now," the man said, shaking his head.

"You will understand later that there is no ill will between us.

Okay, you've got what I left for you.

I just hope that you in this generation can really overturn everything."

As the man's words fell, his figure began to disappear little by little.

"Devil Lord, your destiny is waiting for you not far away.

Break him!

A cage cannot contain a bird whose every feather is filled with freedom.

The me then, the you now.

We have been working hard for generations.

How about stepping on this piece of sky under your feet?"
Chapter completed!