"It's not scary to wake up from a dream, but it's scary to be immersed in a dream and make mistakes." The bronze lamp smiled old-fashionedly and said: "I remember that at the beginning, my master also accepted a disciple who could be called a genius. Well... on... His talent is probably among the top fifty in the history of eternity. It’s not too high, but it’s definitely not low either. Looking at the era at that time, it’s an astonishing talent.”
"Then what?"
Zhao Fan raised his head and looked at the lamp body floating in front of him.
"Because he is my master's eleventh disciple, we call him Little Eleven. His only shortcoming is that he has too much desire for comparison and is too obsessed with the halo of genius."
Tong Deng said slowly: "This little Eleven has to make his extreme genius reach the top ten in history, so he spends all day thinking about how to open up three acres of land in the extreme, and open it up to the end. It is true that there has been considerable improvement in all aspects. However, that improvement has become the biggest constraint, so that even touching any of the four rules has become an unreachable luxury. If he were not so Greed, let alone violating the rules, even if you break through all the way to the level of the Saint Ancestor, there will be no hindrance."
"What happened in the end?" Zhao Fan asked.
"In the end, he knew that he was hopeless as a half-ancestor, and his heart collapsed. He killed himself and fell."
Tongdeng said regretfully: "Otherwise, if this little Eleven wakes up early, he will definitely become an existence that is not inferior to the Thunder Saint Ancestor. It is also since Little Eleven, my master has not accepted any new disciples. Alas, so , there is no need to focus on the present, look at the long-term, the Holy Ancestor is the ultimate stage for a monk, and before the Holy Ancestor, no matter how talented he is, what can he do? On his own, he cannot break the iron law of the life level. It takes a month to gain strength, and the greater the load, the harder it is to break through.”
"Um……"
Zhao Fan nodded slightly.
Compared with monks of the same level, the more genius you have, the more weight you have to bear, and the greater the gravity you have to overcome when climbing to a higher level.
Today's him.
At the semi-ancestral level, the weight limit has almost been reached.
If the tenth level of the nine-level earthquake was really created.
Maybe I can step up the steps facing the ancestral realm.
From the beginning of the ancestral realm to the peak of the ancestral realm.
Maybe it can still be difficult to go up.
But at the end of the ladder of the Saint Ancestor’s life level.
I'm afraid it's just out of reach...
Half an hour passed.
Zhao Fan swept away the disappointment after waking up from the dream, and said with a smile: "In that case, I will go to Jingye City to relax, and then return to the Holy Court to break through to the ancestral realm for eternity."
"The state of mind should be so open."
The copper lamp smiled, turned into a ring, and put it on Zhao Fan's finger.
next moment.
Zhao Fan escaped from the Nine Realms Tower and floated leisurely in the void.
Just like a simple tourist, enjoy the scenery along the way.
There are snow-white maples and red willows.
There are even more transparent flowers that shine under the light.
Zhao Fan landed on the ground on a whim, stretched out his hand and picked off a transparent flower, holding it in his hand.
The transparent flowers melted directly into liquid and then dissipated into mist.
The fragrance lingers on my fingertips.
When Tongdeng saw that Zhao Fan had really woken up from his dream, he was overjoyed, "This boy of creation has the grace to become a strong man. With the Lord's rules and flesh, as long as he doesn't delay himself, he will achieve success in the future." At least it’s the ancestor of the four rules plus a higher-level rule fused together.”
Zhao Fan, on the other hand, stopped and walked, sometimes stopping and sometimes accelerating.
Gradually, they arrived at Jingye City.
This is a somewhat famous city.
Because, the sky above the entire city is shrouded by quiet black clouds all year round.
Light cannot penetrate at all.
It cannot be refracted from other angles.
So much so that the city is always in darkness.
Therefore, it is called Jingye City.
Zhao Fan did not hide his aura fluctuations, and directly came to the bottom of the city gate as a half-ancestor.
In one step, he stepped from light to darkness.
"I wonder what I call you, Half-Ancestor?"
The guards at the Immortal Peak all bowed and saluted.
"I am the Half-Ancestor of Creation." Zhao Fan said calmly.
If he were in the Yanxi Realm, he would have the title of "Jie Ancestor" in the direct ancestral realm.
However, it is now in the core domain.
This informal title of direct ancestral realm cannot be used, otherwise it will be laughed at. What's more, in the core domain where there are so many powerful people, there is no such thing.
"The noble half-ancestor of creation."
The guard captain handed over a token and said with a smile: "This is the pass order of our Quiet Night City. As a semi-ancestral creature, you can keep the pass order forever even when you leave the city, so you can come and go at any time."
"Um."
Zhao Fan nodded, accepted the pass, and then threw out a handful of currency common to the core domain.
The guards at the peak of immortality were ecstatic.
This is thrown away casually.
It’s worth their tens of millions of years’ salary!
As expected of a semi-ancestral creature with great wealth!
"Please enter the city!"
The guards separated to both sides and lined up to welcome them. The ceremony was quite grand.
Zhao Fan walked on the street in darkness.
Although it is always dark in the city.
But it's not lonely.
The streets were full of creatures and extremely lively.
The creatures in the extreme state can only carry out daily activities through perception, as if they are blind.
At the extreme level, one's eyesight can ignore the darkness and see things clearly.
Zhao Fan walked and watched with interest.
The creatures in Quiet Night City don't seem to care about their appearance at all. Some have their hair tied randomly, some have untidy clothes, and some are even naked.
It’s right when you think about it.
There are only thirty Jiji in the city, and they seldom move outside.
No one can see it, so who cares what you do?
Who are you dressing up for?
"A city shrouded in darkness has a unique style."
Zhao Fan nodded and walked into a restaurant.
But within a breath, he quit.
The food in the restaurant was also extremely perfunctory, just like pig food mixed together in a mess, and there was no appetite at all.
suddenly.
A voice fell into his ears, "Junior Brother Creation?"
"oh?"
Zhao Fan looked around and saw a young man in black squatting on the eaves of a building not far away, waving to him.
The invisible and looming aura fluctuations were clearly at the pinnacle of the ancestral realm.
With a thought, he shuttled to the other party's side and asked doubtfully: "Do you know me? And... called junior brother, could it be that he is a senior who graduated from the Holy Academy?"
"right."
The young man in black laughed, threw a wine jar to Zhao Fan, and said with a smile: "I was the last one to graduate before you went, and I was named Mozu."
"Senior Brother Mo."
Zhao Fan gave a symbolic salute.
"Haha, even though I have graduated, I have heard of your name."
Mozu himself also took out a wine jar and drank heavily, "Taozu, she is my sister who is sworn to Jinlan."
