There is something wrong with the flow of time in this small world.
Yan Xing stood on a sand dune, his eyes flickering slightly as he glanced at the changes on the self-examination panel in his consciousness.
"The main body and consciousness are in different time dimensions, and the difference in flow speed is too large. [Time Traveler] has undergone unknown changes and continues to strengthen..."
This talent includes two attributes: time and space. It has strong immunity to damage from "space". The same is true for time. It is simply impossible to rely on time to destroy his consciousness.
He can even clearly judge the difference in the passage of time between the two sides of time and space, no more, no less, exactly ten thousand times.
"Normal people, living in a world where time has passed, are limited by the light of the origin of life, and their independent consciousness cannot practice cultivation and comprehend Tao and principles, but I am different."
"This test is actually a benefit to me?"
Yan Xing showed a thoughtful expression. Although the laws cannot be understood in the virtual world, one is due to the limitations of high-dimensional time and space, and the other is because the laws of the source of Tao exist in the physical body.
If you can't understand the laws, you can practice the magical powers!
Accelerating time ten thousand times, which is a treasure land of cultivation that is usually difficult to access, can just make up for the gap in his realm. After all, it is too easy to improve his power. He only needs to swallow the spiritual energy, without the precipitation of time on his character. and state-of-the-art practice.
"Um?"
Yan Xing's eyes moved slightly, looking into the distance, he saw a trembling figure walking under the scorching sun. After taking a few steps, he fell to the ground weakly.
The figure flickered, and Yan Xing turned into a ray of light, instantly escaping in front of the figure.
"Ho, ho..."
"It's so hot, so painful, am I going to die?"
This is an old man with white hair, his face is full of wrinkles, his lips are chapped and white, his cloudy eyes are full of vicissitudes of life, and he is confused and gibbering.
"If you can't break through the demonic barrier and see through the confusion of consciousness, you are indeed not far from death."
Yan Xing slowly squatted down and carefully observed the chaotic power of consciousness in the opponent's body, with a strange look in his eyes.
[The Promise Ladder] only lasts for a month in total. Even if the time in this small world speeds up ten thousand times, it will only last for more than eight hundred years at most.
How could the proud man of heaven, with his body of consciousness, not be able to survive this little time, let alone one month away? The reason why this person became an old man and looked like he had run out of oil and lamps was because he was exposed to the scorching sun. Next, I lost my perception of time.
Originally, only one day had passed, but he mistakenly believed that ten thousand years had passed and firmly believed it, which caused his conscious body to realize the wrong perception.
Just like the famous "water drop torture experiment".
Senses, affecting reality.
"Demon barrier, what devil barrier?"
"I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, I'm going to die of old age..."
Before he finished speaking, the "old man" breathed his last in an instant. Even after death, his withered body was still changing, decaying visible to the naked eye, then turning into white bones and bone residue, and finally only a handful of ashes was left.
Yan Xing shrugged upon seeing this. Even if the opponent "dead", he would still come back to life in the material world. The sequelae were probably not serious. He even forgot that he was in the test of [Wuji Ladder] and was completely controlled by wrong senses.
“Ashes return to dust, soil returns to soil, and the punishment of time’s withering silence will probably bury many climbers.”
This was just a small episode. Yan Xing also stopped thinking about wandering and sat cross-legged on the spot, seizing the extra hundreds of years of practice time, and his energy and spirit instantly calmed down.
The twenty-seven blazing suns hanging in the sky are motionless, releasing light and heat unscrupulously. There is only daytime in this world, and the scorching sun can greatly disturb the mood of climbers.
Yan Xing was completely unaware of this and was completely immune to the terrifying high temperature. He was completely immersed in various kung fu collections without any distractions.
Some of these books come from the origin of the sacred texts in the ruins, and some are created by powerful people of all ages. They may have differences, but they all contain Tao and principles.
Regardless of whether you can use the magical powers and secret techniques in these kung fu, it is always right to integrate them. There is no limit to the sea of learning. Knowledge is the essence of civilization. It will not deceive others and is the best nourishment for nourishing one's own way.
"Immortal and Immortal Ultimate Intention Self-Restraint Skill", "The True Secret of Devouring All Evils", "Nine Nether Pure Yang Battle Body", "Six Marrow Jade Body", "Sitting and Forgetting the Linglong Immortal Sutra"...
…
Yan Xing fell into selfless practice.
The outside world didn't know why, but it exploded. During their observation, Yan Xing sat cross-legged and motionless, as if he was dead.
Other climbers were either eliminated or struggled desperately to get to the next level.
"He worked hard, then failed, and finally exhausted. Yan Xing's previous performance was indeed good, even abnormal, but now it seems that he is just pretending to be relaxed. He has exhausted himself and cannot escape the test of the 3001st level."
"Hmph! I've seen it a long time ago. He's just showing off. Maybe he used some secret technique to squeeze out his potential to be able to break through the test in seconds. Now that he's facing the real ladder test, he will fail immediately."
Wherever there is a competition, there will naturally be peripherals. These mean-tongued guys have all placed heavy bets on Yan Xing. They are facing bankruptcy at this time, so naturally they don't look good.
"You can't say that. Everyone has witnessed Yan Xing's strength. He is now shackled in the small world of Lieyang. Maybe he just happens to be restrained and is not good at this test?"
"Bah! If it works, it works. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Is he your father? Does it make you feel so good to lick him?"
"You, you... Humph! You rude fellow, I have remembered your conscious aura, don't let me meet you in the material world!"
Noisy noises can be heard all over the virtual world. Eighty-nine out of ten sentences are related to Yan Xing. It is true that his performance before and after was so different that it is reasonable for him to arouse public opinion.
"Brother Yan, come on!"
Raymond clenched his fists and his face was red. If he hadn't been pulled by Zang Wu, he would have rushed up to beat those who made rude remarks.
"Junior Brother Yan, what are you thinking about?"
Li Tianxing frowned. He tried his best, but he only stopped at the 3,000th floor. He was kicked out of the ladder and now became a spectator on the sidelines.
One day, five days, fifteen days.
Half a month has passed, and Yan Xing is still sitting there motionless. Except for a few interested people, no one pays attention to him, and no one mentions him.
The higher you fly, the harder you fall.
But it won’t be reduced to something to talk about after tea and dinner. After all, he is an evil genius who can step into the 3001st level of the ladder. This is the benchmark for dividing the levels of saints and goddesses. He has crushed most of the monks. They have He knew that he was not qualified to ridicule Yan Xing. At most, he could only mutter a few words in his heart, and if he spoke out, he would only receive blank looks from others.
"Who is that woman?"
"It seems that his name is Wang Baoer, and he comes from some kind of Feixian Cave."
"It's amazing that a disciple who is not from the Holy Land can actually step onto the 5,000th floor. This is already enough to rank in the first rank of goddesses!"
The crowd was buzzing, and everyone's attention was attracted to the remaining geniuses. Each one of them was like a bright star, making people fall in love with them involuntarily.
The time has come to the twenty-ninth day, and the Endless Ladder test is about to close. Those top geniuses are almost exhausted and seem to be unable to take another step.
There are 101 monks who meet the basic requirements of Shenzang and enter the [Wuji Ladder], which is 10 to the 15th power. This is an extremely huge number.
After 29 days, there are now less than a million people left, and almost all of them are wandering up and down the 5,000th floor, except for a few hundred or so heaven-defying monsters who have set foot on the 6,000th floor.
There is also an indistinct figure, high above the sky. Just now, he stepped onto the 7000th floor. He rode through the dust and left everyone behind, unable to catch up to him.
"monster!"
"Hiss! That person is..."
"Hush, be careful, don't call him by his name, you may get angry."
Senior Sister Bao'er, can you continue?
The disciples of Feixian were a little desperate when they saw the scene in front of them. They finally understood the vastness of the world and what it means that there is heaven outside the sky and there are people outside the world.
Wang Baoer has already performed well enough. He has conquered many saints and goddesses at the five thousand level. Those monsters at the six or seven thousand level are not human beings at all.
Hell punishment...
Several people from Feixian subconsciously looked at Lieyang Little World, and their eyes fell on Yan Xing. Their expressions suddenly changed, and they almost jumped up in shock.
Moved!
He finally moved!
"Aha~~"
"It's been a dream for eight hundred years, and now I have a comfortable sleep!"
Yan Xing stood up slowly, his eyes dim with sleep, and he stretched a lot, and the bones all over his body creaked.
At the beginning of his practice, he still followed the rules, but at some point, he fell into a mysterious and mysterious artistic conception, as if he was asleep, and those magical scriptures came to life on their own, and all kinds of spiritual secrets were about to go. It was pouring into his head.
He called this state - the unity of Tao and self.
Yan Xing's eyes were bright, as deep as the abyss and the vast sea. If he looked carefully, it seemed that a whirlpool of stars was collapsing and sinking in it, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a blazing purgatory...
With the blessing of various talents and eight hundred years of hard training, no one knows what unfathomable state he has reached now.
"The time is just right, now it's my turn to play."
Few people notice.
The real monster wakes up in the corner.
