My Disciple Died Yet Again - Chapter 357: Let’s Chat About Life

Xu Wendong acquired a dual cultivation technique called the Dragon Phoenix Creation Art, setting forth on an extraordinary life unlike any other.

Yuchi traveled to the wild and ferocious world, where the heroes of all races lived in the world, and was arranged to be put in prison by others since he was born.

When others have completely forgotten this little transparent thing, he has already taken out the bamboo pole that accompanied him in his previous life.

There are souls of ancient gods and beasts in the vast wilderness of the world, rivers and seas.

This bamboo pole can communicate with ancient times.

Go fishing in the Nether Dead Sea and get the Lament of the Naga Siren!

Fishing in the Bone Ning River, get the onslaught of Mourning Murlocs!

Go fishing in the cave sky and deep pool, and get the golden pupil of the five-clawed dragon!

Hang candles in the sea and sky to fish, and get the real fire of the nine-tailed white fox!

Tens of thousands of years have passed in a flash, and gods and beasts from all walks of life come to congratulate them on their wedding banquet.

A certain giant couldn’t help asking: “Why are you so scary?”

Yuchi looked at the beautiful wife beside him, and in his mind he recalled the scene where he once stood standing in the dark sea and fought thousands of evil spirits…

Smiled: “Without him, it’s just luck.”

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Upon waking up, Flanders traveled to a modern world that had magic and turned into a scarecrow that had zero mobility! Fortunately, as long as he absorbed fear, he could continue to evolve! From then on, an existence that caused a headache for the Wizard’s Association was born!

The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands.Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out.A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy!“You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! ”These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments.“Should my blade break, I will use my body!”The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive.“If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!”Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone.All hope seemed lost.“And if my Soul fails...”What could a single man and his army do?He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve.“I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!”But he was too weak, too fragile.The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy.Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint.Miracles were beyond his reach.Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne.His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground.Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes.His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire.Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him.Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again.He desired to fight for the people who supported him.Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this.As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him.It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again.“If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?”Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind.A frail and broken voice'There is no reason to ask, of course!'“No matter the cost?”'Even if I were to lose everything...''If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!'“You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious.”“Will you still accept?”The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity.To lose that caused his mind to falter.Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm.Lancelot reached out.Towards the raspy voice.Towards the abyss.Towards a new future.[So you would accept after all...]'I must accept.''I must stand tall.''I must not break.''Because...''I am the Lord of humanity![Nay, you are the king of demons]