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"Whoosh!" A purple arrow, streaking through the air with a palpable aura of power, pierced through countless trees and shrubs. It struck directly into the left eye of a man clad in golden armor, taking his last breath as he fell. "Miracle Comeback! This is the most miraculous comeback in GTR League history! The Cloud Piercers, despite losing three players first, relied on their captain Bai Li's five consecutive kills to reverse the situation. As witnesses to this miracle, please don't be stingy with your applause. Let us offer our highest respect to Bai Li, the new immortal king!" In a hazy and confused state, I felt like I was watching a fragmented scroll. The narration, accompanied by countless cheers and shouts, seemed to be telling an immortal story. Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide and looked around at the darkness. A self-deprecating smile appeared on Bai Li's face. “It’s that dream again… It’s a pity dreams can only be dreams…” Bai Li clenched his fists, looking around. In the dream, he led his team through that magical world, vanquishing enemies left and right. But in reality, he was trapped in this dark room, waiting for the sect’s judgment. He pulled out a bronze token from his ragged clothes. Gripping the token tightly, the white of his palm was cut crimson by its sharp edges. Shame! For Bai Li, this bronze plaque representing the Taixu Ling meant shame. Two years ago, Bai Li was taken in by an elder of the Haoran Sect to learn martial arts. At first, Bai Li's progress wasn't earth-shattering, but he could be considered a small prodigy. However, half a year ago, when Bai Li obtained this bronze Tai Xu Order, nightmares followed. Bai Li's cultivation began to stagnate, as if his former talent had vanished. At the same time, every time Bai Li slept, he would start repeating the same dream. From initial curiosity to the final nightmare, the dream gradually turned into a nightmare for Bai Li because every time he woke up from the dream, he would find himself exhausted, as if he had truly experienced the world-shaking battle in the dream. The fatigue brought by such a nightmare, coupled with the sudden disappearance of his talent, reduced Bai Li to the biggest laughing stock in the entire Hao Ran Sect. And this was just the beginning of the nightmare. All disciples of the Hao Ran Sect must carry their Tai Xu Order to enter the Tai Xu Illusory Realm for training and cultivation. However, with a daily life of confusion and stagnation, coupled with no progress in cultivation, entering the Tai Xu Illusory Realm is like stepping into a new nightmare. Here, Bai Li encountered failure in everything he did. When Bai Li first failed, there would still be fellow disciples who came to comfort him. After all, in the Taixu Illusionary Realm, strong cultivators were like clouds, and it was normal to lose with bad luck. But when Bai Li suffered ten consecutive defeats, it was no longer a matter of luck. This time, no one came to defend Bai Li because in their eyes, Bai Li had become the subject of their after-dinner gossip and ridicule. Failure seemed to become a brand upon Bai Li. Starting with a ten-game losing streak, Bai Li entered an endless nightmare cycle. From ten losses to thirty, then to fifty, Bai Li transformed from the once brilliant prodigy into a notorious blight. Even the elder who had brought Bai Li into the sect looked at him with disgust, forbidding anyone to mention his association with Bai Li. “This isn't me! It was me who led the team out of despair in that dream!” Failure didn't crush Bai Li, instead, it spurred him to repeatedly enter the Tai Xu Illusionary Realm in pursuit of victory. But fate seemed to be playing a joke on Bai Li. He stayed in the Tai Xu Illusionary Realm for five straight days, sleepless and tireless, only to be met with even greater humiliation and frustration. Five days, from fifty consecutive losses to one hundred. The pursuit of victory completely drove Bai Li mad, but victory seemed to only exist in dreams. When Bai Li walked out of the Illusory Realm with the worst record in its history, a hundred consecutive losses, his actions enraged his sect entirely, and Bai Li, who was once a prodigious genius, became a prisoner today. Imprisoned in this dark and desolate cell, Bai Li had thought about death more than once. But the dream of himself, who could salvage a collapsing building and calm a raging storm, kept Bai Li alive to this day. "Click, clack, click..." The sound of a stone door opening awakened Bai Li from his contemplation. He had been imprisoned here, with only some meager rations delivered at fixed times each day – food so poor that even stray dogs wouldn't touch it. No one else had ever visited him. Judging by the time, it shouldn't be time for the delivery yet. So why was someone here? "Well, to be honest, maybe dying would be a relief for him." "Yes, he truly deserves this. It's a pity that the ancestral rules set by our forefathers only allow for execution in cases of grave crimes or those who betray the sect. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lived to this day. However, being expelled from the sect is inevitable!" Two voices came from the direction of Shimen. Bai gradually adapted to the light and opened his eyes. He saw two disciples who had entered Haoran Sect a year later than him. They were covering their noses and opening the cell door. One of them walked in front of Bai, looked at him with disgust, raised his foot and kicked him directly, then said: "What are you pretending to be dead for! Get up for me, I look down on you, if I was like you, I would have died long ago!" "Stop wasting time talking to him, just get him out here! The elders are all waiting!" Bai Li, with a feeble strength, slowly stood up. He glanced at the guy who was covering his nose because of the pungent smell around them. A smile appeared on Bai Li's face that seemed unbelievable to the other person. But the smile was met with deep contempt: "This coward still has the audacity to laugh? Living like a dog is worse than being dead!" "Dead? Why would I die?" Bai Li, pale and weak, looked at the man in front of him who had called him a coward. He then maintained the smile on his face and spoke, "Death is only chosen by cowards. There has never been a truly hopeless situation in this world, it just depends on whether you have the courage to face it. I do! I can survive any desperate situation! And you... don't!" With a few words, Bai Li stunned the man who had been looking down on him with contempt. Clearly, he hadn't expected Bai Li to have the courage to speak up like this. However, his expression quickly shifted to one of disdain because, in his eyes, this was nothing more than an excuse fabricated by the cowardly Bai Li to survive. What chance of survival did someone who had become a laughingstock for being the first person in history to lose a hundred games in a row have? “What nonsense to say to a coward, get him out here! I don't want to stay in this godforsaken place for another second!” The man outside urged impatiently. Bai Liqian was too lazy to waste words on what he saw as a walking dead man. He pointed towards the outside, signaling Bai Li to leave. From beginning to end, he didn't even glance at Bai Li; perhaps in his eyes, even a slight touch from Bai Li would defile him. So he followed behind Bai Li step by step, slowly making their way out… |
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