Can a strong will really work miracles?

There is no doubt that the will cannot change the cruelty of reality, nor can it change the laws of the world, nor can it change the established facts, even in the case of extreme anger, it cannot do anything beyond the limits of the physical body.

The only thing a strong will can do is to make itself stronger and persist longer in desperate situations.

A strong will can't change the established facts of the world, but it can change itself, and you can continue to practice, temper, and become strong for ten years, and then reach a height that is enough to change the cruel reality!

At such a moment, Cheng Miao, he can't change the environment of the cave, nor can he change the fact that he is in a deep predicament, only his tenacious will supports him, and he continues to find the right path in the midst of mistakes again and again.

He dragged his tired body, his eyes numb and said, "Nine million and nine million, the next choice is two million and eight hundred thousand..."

Failure after failure, countless disappointments, almost destroyed his consciousness, and at this moment, like a puppet, numbly carrying out a repetitive recording work.

Even the hatreds he thought he would never forget had been erased from his mind, and only the scenes of his childhood remained.

It was the smiling faces of her parents, and standing next to her was Cheng Xi, her eyes were full of encouragement and smiles.

The scene changes rapidly.

"Miao... Stand up... Stand up!"

This scene was the first time he came into contact with some simple fighting techniques, and Cheng Xi easily fell to the ground, and he lay on the ground in pain and cried.

Cheng Xi didn't pull him up from beginning to end, just bent over on the side, looked at him expectantly, and kept saying words to encourage him.

When she was a child, Cheng Miao raised her head and looked at Cheng Xi who was bent down in front of her, her long green silk crossed the back of her ears and fell down her sideburns, her face was full of smiles, and her eyes were full of expectation.

Even after so much time, he has not forgotten the scenes about this woman, as if they have been deeply engraved in his heart, and can never be erased.

Cheng Xi gently raised her slender hand, pulled the long hair on her sideburns behind her ears, looked at Cheng Miao with a smile, and gently stretched out her hand: "Miao... Stand up!"

Cheng Miao raised her hand and wanted to grab Cheng Xi's hand, but it seemed to be on the quicksand, and the person in front of her quickly collapsed, and the scene was transformed into that moonlit night...

The stumps and severed arms all over the ground, the flesh and blood, and the desolate whimper, Cheng Xi quietly stood alone in the moonlight, and behind him was the silver moon full of jade plates.

No matter how you escape, you can't escape from that courtyard, it's like falling into a nightmare and falling into the abyss.

The boundless darkness completely surrounded him, and he couldn't see his five fingers, as if the whole world had fallen into silence.

The endless feeling of exhaustion seemed to have completely crushed his will, and the voice in his head kept ringing: "Sleep... Go to sleep... Fall asleep, all the pain is over!"

Cheng Miao's footsteps were getting slower and slower, the Netherworld Torch in his hand was burning quietly, and the light in his eyes was constantly dimming, and it would be extinguished in the next moment.

......

A little light suddenly lit up, like a small candle flame, tearing through the boundless darkness, and a voice followed: "Isn't it okay?"

The tone was full of disappointment and pity, and Cheng Miao suddenly raised his head.

The person who came was the masked shadow, and the light did not fall from the sky, but spread outward from the body of the shadow, and in the boundless darkness, she herself was a light!

Although this candle flame was small, it was extremely dazzling, she bent down and stretched out her hand, just like Cheng Xi in the past, and said with a smile: "Stand up!"

This sentence is like a thunderclap, waking up Cheng Miao, who is almost in despair and sleeping, if the consciousness is really asleep, the final result is nothing more than as seen before, turning into a pile of white bones...

Cheng Miao's eyes lit up again, and the light in his eyes seemed to be lit by the candle flame.

He shook his head and looked around again, still in the labyrinth of the cave, looking at the fork in the road ahead, Cheng Miao's eyes were full of light, and his heart was ecstatic.

'It's... It's a fork in the road that has never been marked!'

Although I don't know how far the end is and whether this road is the wrong ending, at least it is a new fork in the road!

After walking for a while, Cheng Miao couldn't help but look at the Netherworld Torch in his hand, the flames on this torch were burning more and more, and it was difficult for him not to pay attention to this torch.

Cheng Miao was secretly surprised: "What kind of torch is this, I don't know how many years it has been burning, but instead of extinguishing, it is burning more and more!"

He couldn't help but think, 'Could it be that it changes with his mood?

What Cheng Miao didn't know was that the Netherworld Torch could simply condense the aura through the formation above, and then ignite the aura and turn into a dark blue flame.

The formation on the torch is weak, and the speed of absorbing spiritual energy is equivalent to a monk with a spiritual energy affinity.

It stands to reason that the longer the Nether Torch is used, the more severe the wear and tear on it, the slower the absorption of the aura, and the flame will only get smaller and smaller, and then completely extinguished.

Now, instead of a weak trend, the fire is flourishing, and the more it burns, the more vigorous it becomes, which is naturally not Cheng Miao's emotional influence.

Either because this torch circle is about to be damaged, and after burning these auras, they can't absorb the aura, and then completely extinguish it!

Either because the aura content in the air has been greatly increased, even a magic circle with a very low condensation effect can easily absorb a large amount of aura!

Cheng Miao didn't understand the operation principle of this torch, so he naturally didn't understand whether it was because the torch was about to go out or because of the change in the aura in the air.

Coming to the fork in the road again, Cheng Miao was overjoyed: 'Another unmarked fork in the road!'

Even if this maze is composed of hundreds of millions of forks, theoretically speaking, Cheng Miao is likely to have a chance to go directly to the exit.

It's just that this probability is extremely small, it may be a probability that it will only occur once in a hundred million, and Cheng Miao has been trapped in the maze for an unknown number of years, he is obviously not the kind of lucky person!

But whether it's the lucky ones who can get out of the maze without making a mistake once, or the unlucky ghosts who try all the wrong ways to get out of the maze, in essence, they are all extremely probabilities!

The former is hundreds of millions of answers, only one is correct, and you choose the right one, and the latter is that you are wrong hundreds of millions of times, and the wrong answers are excluded, and the probability of the two is the same.

The essence of extreme luck and extreme bad luck can be said to be the same, whether it is being struck by lightning while walking, or picking up a baby while walking, it is an extremely low probability thing, and then it happens to yourself.

The difference between the two is that good things are called lucky, and bad things are called bad luck! This is the definition of subjective consciousness.

In essence, if you put aside your own subjective consciousness, whether it is good or bad, and look at it from an outsider's eye, then anyone who can meet this kind of low probability of things belongs to the category of the lucky one!

But as long as it is a human being, it is impossible to put aside its own subjective consciousness, those are some things that do not concern themselves, and outsiders will also substitute themselves for the role, not to mention when it comes to their own interests, who can be calm?

Cheng Miao is not a lucky person with a very low probability, he did not get out of the maze once, nor did he go through all the wrong paths before he got out of the maze.

He can't be that kind of absolute calm, just like the few people who follow him, like puppets, can't be so calm!

But as long as they can do this, they are not happy or sad, they can record every mistake coldly, and finally find the right answer, get out of the maze, and they will definitely not fall into this kind of consciousness that is almost shattered, and their consciousness completely falls into the abyss of despair, and their bodies are like walking corpses.

Since you can't be overwhelmed by disappointment, you can't be calm when facing hope!

Looking at the faint white light in the passage in front of him, as if he saw hope in the darkness, he couldn't help but feel ecstasy in his heart, and his violent heartbeat seemed to jump out of his chest.

After walking out of the passage, there was an 'extremely dazzling' white light, if it weren't for the decades of labyrinthine life, and the light of the Nether Torch, he was afraid that his eyes would be burned by this 'dazzling' white light.

If ordinary people look at it, they will only feel that this white light is extremely bright, but it will not affect the line of sight, let alone dazzle!

The reason why Cheng Miao felt dazzling was obviously because he had stayed in the maze for too long, if there was no Nether Torch, he would be blind at this moment!

"Hahaha..."

This is obviously a cave under the sky, but there is a gentle sun shining on the earth, surrounded by the fragrance of birds and flowers, gurgling water, dense jungle, and a faint white mist floating in every corner, as if to shroud the world with a mysterious veil.

Although the white mist obscures the view and casts a veil of mystery over the surrounding scenes, it gives people a sense of mystery that is still half-covered by a pipa, which is more fascinating and intoxicating.

Tall towering giant trees, colorful flowers, clear skies, blue skies and white clouds, and several huge demon beasts flying in the air from time to time, such a scene made Cheng Miao almost want to cry.

For a long time, all his eyes could receive was the blue glow of the Nether Torch, but now that he had suddenly stepped out of the labyrinth, his eyes had been completely damaged, and he could no longer distinguish the colors of the world.

Even so, he was only slightly depressed, and he couldn't hide the ecstasy in his heart at all, this little bit of damage was too far from complete death!

What's more, in the realm after hearing and knowing, every time the realm is raised, it can produce great healing and optimization on the body.

It can be said that as long as it is not the kind of person who is born with a cripple, when he is promoted to the realm, he can spend more spiritual energy, he can reborn his severed limbs, and it is even more trivial to see the light of day.

"Hahahaha... I came out... Came out ......"

Cheng Miao shouted uncontrollably, laughing wildly accompanied by the irregular dancing of his limbs, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, as if he had lost his mind and fell into a state of madness.

He is alive and can clearly feel joy, but the five people behind him seem to have fallen into a state of self-protection because of endless despair, and they can neither feel despair nor hope.