On the eighth floor, Kankan rushed out of the teleportation vortex. With a quick glance, he saw countless space cracks disappearing and appearing a hundred meters away, which were clearly of spatial nature.
The way of heaven in space is much more obscure than the previous ways of heaven. Fortunately, Cheng Ling's research on the mysteries of space has reached 70%. He carefully walked through the space gaps step by step, the vortex in his right eye appeared, and the Holy Eye of the Netherworld opened.
Numerous densely packed small space cracks were floating around, and countless crackling sounds were heard throughout the space, which was the sound of space cracks colliding with each other. With continued impact, some of these cracks will dissipate instantly, while others will become larger.
It's just that the energy generated by this collision made those space cracks very unstable, and they appeared around Cheng Ling from time to time. Sharp cutting forces formed at the edges of the cracks. The soul's body had been cut several times as it moved forward.
The body of the soul trembled slightly, and every cut was like dividing the soul. If a section of the soul was cut off, a section of the soul body would be missing, and a trace of the soul's origin would be missing.
Cheng Ling's vitality is already very weak. If these cracks continue to cut him like this, the entire soul body will disappear in a short time.
He knew that he could no longer be so passively defensive, so he waved his hands to create an illusory space. But as soon as the space appeared, it encountered several larger cracks. The cracks that were already full of small spaces suddenly exploded into countless large holes.
Cheng Ling felt happy and rushed forward avoiding those big holes. Although this kind of big hole is dangerous, it is more stable. As long as it is not close to the edge, it will not be damaged. On the contrary, those small cracks are unpredictable, and it is not certain when they will drift to the side.
But not long after, the fragmentation of the space was restored again, and under the fluctuation of the explosion, the space became distorted and violent, and the violence was abnormal. With the slightest contact, the entire soul might be sucked into it.
Cheng Ling repeated his old trick and once again condensed a sphere of space mystery, hoping to open a passage through the power of space collision. But the distorted space fluctuations were too violent, and the mysterious sphere was washed away by the fluctuations as soon as it transformed.
There were many crises ahead, so he could only slow down and move forward slowly while thinking hard about countermeasures in his mind.
The generation of space ripples is the result of the impact of space cracks. This kind of ripples spreads from the center of the impact to the surroundings. Although it is continuous, the impact itself is not strong. In other words, the lethality of space ripples is far inferior to the energy generated by space bursts.
So by changing the direction of the ripples, does it pose no threat to myself?
It's like throwing a stone into a pond. If you throw the first stone, the water waves will spread in a circle. If you throw another stone on the path of the water waves, the two ripples will cross and collide. Together, the direction of ripple spread may change.
In this way, as long as he also creates a space crack impact, just like throwing a second stone, changing the direction of the spread of space ripples towards the teleportation vortex, he can use this wind to pass through the crack space in one fell swoop .
Just how can these cracks be controlled? As soon as his thoughts changed, his soul slowly probed towards a very small crack in front of him. Upon contact, there was a stinging pain in the soul, but it was still bearable.
He spread his consciousness again, carefully wrapped the crack, and tried to control and move it. After a while, the crack was indeed moved.
Silk. He was ecstatic in his heart, and once again strengthened the output of his spiritual consciousness, and the cracks moved even larger.
The next step is the most critical point. Being able to move the cracks can only achieve the first goal. In the end, several cracks must collide and form spatial ripples.
After controlling the original crack, he separated a ray of consciousness again and moved it slowly towards the second crack. By analogy, Cheng Ling kept manipulating the small cracks to bring them together.
It's just that this method has extremely high requirements on the soul. The body of the soul is like a spider web, branching out threads of consciousness, constantly pulling those small cracks together. After five hours of hard work, more than a hundred cracks were finally gathered.
At this time, Cheng Ling's spirit had almost reached its limit, and the illusory body became lighter in color and became more ethereal.
He concentrated on it, exhaled a long breath, and suddenly controlled those small cracks to collide together!
Boom~!
It was like a violent explosion. The power of more than a hundred cracks colliding together instantly formed a black hole with a radius of about ten feet. The black hole vortexed and produced a powerful thrust. The undulating space ripples continued to advance forward as Cheng Ling expected.
Cheng Ling was ecstatic, and his illusory body quickly followed the ripples, crushing them like a bulldozer. The dense space cracks floating in front were immediately repelled to both sides by the ripples, opening up a broad road!
Immediately afterwards, Cheng Ling's figure penetrated through like an arrow, and finally entered the 100-meter radius of the teleportation vortex.
He breathed a long sigh of relief. The eighth level took a full six hours. The danger of the space land was obvious. Forcibly suppressing the strong suction coming from the soul, he sat down cross-legged and began to recover the consumption of the soul.
According to past experience, almost every once in a while, the body will be replenished with blood and vitality. The power of the soul consumed by controlling the space cracks is too huge and needs to be replenished urgently.
Sure enough, after a long time, the blood and vitality arrived as expected, and most of the body of the soul was restored. But he didn't dare to wait any longer. The vortex in the sky kept pulling on the heavenly path of space, and he wouldn't be able to hold on if he stayed there any longer.
The teleportation vortex on the ninth floor shone brightly, and Cheng Ling strode out of the vortex. This layer should have the attribute of time. Even though he didn't go out of the 100-meter range, he could still feel the rapid passage of time inside.
This kind of time passage is very chaotic, some are gentle, some are rapid, and some even form whirlpools. I don't know what the mystery is.
Cheng Ling took a deep breath. From the first level to the present, he has experienced all nine attributes including the five elements, light, darkness, space, and time. This must be the last level. As for wind, thunder, and ice, they are also within the Five Elements in a broad sense.
Moreover, even if it is not divided according to the speculation, wind, thunder, and ice cannot be ranked after the time and heaven. The only explanation is that the ninth level is the last level of the attribute heaven in the gate.
Time attributes to the way of heaven, but the supreme way of heaven and earth. Cheng Ling himself has the most basic understanding of the attribute of time. With the few gravels of time he obtained, he could barely reach a 10% artistic conception.
Therefore, looking at the changing state of time ahead, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes!
Stepping out of the 100-meter range, looking around, it looked like a dim passage extending into the distance. He tried his best to extend his consciousness. Until her consciousness reached its limit, she still didn't find the teleportation vortex.
His heart sank, time was disrupted, and his consciousness could not even touch the direction of the exit. In this way, the difficulty of passing the ninth floor would almost increase several times.
Withdrawing his consciousness, Cheng Ling walked forward. It was extremely quiet in all directions, with almost no scenery visible. Cheng Ling knew that this was because his understanding of time and artistic conception was too low.
After walking around for about an hour, he looked back and saw that the entrance was no longer visible. He only saw the space extending infinitely. Then he looked back and looked forward. He had the same feeling. He couldn't tell which was ahead and which was. rear.
The space before and after is exactly the same, the ground, stone walls, and sky are exactly the same.
Cheng Ling suddenly flew forward, flying rapidly towards the front, and the only sound in the air was the sound of clothes flying through the air. The stone walls on both sides quickly flashed back in Cheng Ling's field of vision, and the space in front seemed to be endless.
Two hours later, Cheng Ling suddenly stopped. He looked back and forth, and his face became very ugly, because he looked back and forth, and the surrounding scenery was still exactly the same, as if he had just stayed in place during the two hours of flying.
He turned his hand and used the Thunder Fairy Sword, carving a mark on the ground, and then flew forward again. Every quarter of an hour, he stopped and carved a mark on the ground. After flying like this for three hours, she stopped and looked at the ground carefully.
There were no nicks in the ground, proving that she wasn't circling here. However, this made Cheng Ling feel suffocated. He had never been so helpless, as if he was abandoned in a time and space tunnel, with no past and no future.
Cheng Ling raised his eyes and looked forward, his body flashed, and he teleported. Teleporting one after another, teleporting nearly a hundred times, consuming one-third of the power of the soul, and finally saw what seemed to be a green patch in front of him.
He used his spiritual consciousness to explore it, and that feeling reappeared. Those patches of cyan were like mist formed by the attribute of time. Among the cyan, some flowed forward, some flowed backward, and some formed a vortex. rotating.
What flows forward is obviously the acceleration of time, that is, in reality, a day has passed, and a year may have passed in the cyan mist. That is a forward flow rate.
The backward flow is the backward flow of time. In reality, in the past year, only one day has passed in the blue mist, which is the reverse flow speed.
As for the last time vortex, which is the most dangerous, there is no telling what changes will occur!
He stopped where he was, lost in thought. If you encounter the cyan mist flowing in a positive direction, it's a good thing that you are less than two hundred years old. The lifespan of a monk in the Immortal Lord stage can be hundreds of thousands or even millions of years. Even if the time flow inside is accelerated, the age will be doubled again. Ten times is nothing.
But I'm afraid of running into the reverse flow speed, and time goes backwards. At only two hundred years old, I suddenly turn into a baby. What a shame! Although he is said to have a soulful body, who knows whether age will affect it?
The biggest problem now is that the cyan mist dissipates extremely fast, covering the entire space in an instant, leaving almost no gap. If you want to find the exit, you must take a risk!
Unfortunately, based on his current grasp of the artistic conception of time, he cannot calculate the multiple of the increase or regression of the flow rate. It may be one to ten, or one to one hundred, one thousand...!
Naoren was sore thinking about it, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and rush in!
