Seeing the turbulent zhenqi in his dantian, Changsun felt nervous. He was really afraid of what might happen. Changsun didn't expect that the zhenqi in his body would start to change at this time. Although Changsun had already been mentally equipped for this kind of situation, at this time, This is not the moment when Changsun's heart breaks through.
"Damn it!" Changsun cursed in his heart. Although he secretly hated that the moment to break the barrier came at such an untimely time, the situation at this time no longer allowed him to hesitate.
Changsun concentrated on his body and guarded his Dantian, trying to stabilize the surging Qi, but to no avail. Seeing that the true energy in Dantian is like a windy sea, waves of surging waves are constantly hitting Dantian. If he wants to break out of Dantian, Changsun can only set up the last line of defense at the exit of Dantian and condense all his mental power into one. The wall was blocked in an attempt to block the true energy that was about to rush out of the Dantian. However, as time went by, the true energy in the Dantian did not stabilize and instead became more and more turbulent.
With the continuous impact of the true energy, Changsun gradually became unable to do what he wanted, and the concentrated mental power also tended to collapse.
Changsun knew that procrastinating like this was not an option. Once his mental power was dissipated, the scattered energy would rush wildly through his body like a wild horse, causing enough damage to kill him. Thinking of this eldest grandson, a thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead.
This is not the solution. Rather than sit back and wait for death, it is better to fight to the death.
Changsun took a few deep breaths. The cold air of late winter was dry and cold. It was like a mouthful of strong wine, burning from his nose to his chest.
Changsun woke up a little and forced himself to calm down. This was the most critical moment. If he was not careful, he might never have the chance to open his eyes again.
"Calm down, calm down..." Changsun kept reminding himself in his heart that only by calming down can he find a way to survive.
After calming down, the eldest grandson began to think about what to do next. Ever since he knew that one day the mirror would be broken, the eldest grandson began to think about how to suppress his own state. At the same time, he also began to search a lot of relevant books, hoping to find A safe path that has been traveled by predecessors. But Changsun read through it for many days, but found no such record.
Indeed, Changsun's behavior at this time is really extremely foolish to outsiders. Even if someone slows down the process of breaking the mirror and attempts to build a complete foundation, few people will try to take back the arrow that is about to leave the string like Changsun. .
Just when the grandson was about to despair, he suddenly remembered a miscellany he had read called "The Travels of the Holy Lao". This miscellany recorded a legendary figure in the past three hundred years, the Holy Lao.
After the mainland experienced the Apocalypse War and the Bai Laohui Rebellion, the mainland's strong men quickly withered. Due to the restraint of the Elders by the Elders, not only has the mainland been in a long-term blank period without the Supreme Beings, but even the powerful people in the Mortal Mirror have chosen to hide in the mortal world in order to avoid being restrained by the Elders after breaking through the realm and paying tribute. World.
Therefore, the saint became the most powerful person in the continent.
The Holy Elder can be called the "Venerable" among saints, and is known as the first saint in the mainland in the past five hundred years.
Speaking of the Holy Elder, it is also a legend in mainland China. No one remembers the original name of the Holy Elder. They only know that before he became a saint, he was called Elder Shen.
Although the continent is fragmented, it still nurtures generations of outstanding talents. Each generation of young warriors is like a blooming flower, growing denser and blooming more prosperously on this fragmented but still fertile continent.
Among these flowers, the young Mr. Shen at that time was not even a wild flower. When many of his peers were beginning to make their mark on the mainland, Mr. Shen suffered repeated setbacks on the road of cultivation. In one of his autobiographies, It was recorded that when he was young, he wanted to enter the Imperial Capital Palace, the number one martial arts school in the mainland, but was unable to pass the exam due to his extremely poor talent. In the end, after many twists and turns, he could only become a bookboy in the Imperial Palace's Sutra Collection Pavilion. It was said that he had entered the Imperial Capital Mansion, but in fact he was just a servant, but this was enough to satisfy Mr. Shen at that time.
Mr. Shen spent the next hundred years in the Sutra Collection Pavilion of the Imperial Capital Palace. Over the past hundred years, the Imperial Capital Palace sent away students one after another. Familiar faces walked out of this school, and new faces appeared. Walking in with high expectations, what remains unchanged is this historic Sutra Pavilion and the almost forgotten book boy in the pavilion.
The youthful appearance has gone, and the tall and straight figure has become rickety.
It wasn't until a war related to the life and death of the Imperial Capital that people recognized the name "Mr. Shen" again.
At that time, the heroes from the mainland were besieging the Imperial Capital Palace. The Imperial Capital Palace was about to fall. Powerful people from all walks of life gathered in the Sutra Library Pavilion. This historic and majestic Sutra Library Pavilion deeply stimulated the looters at the scene.
People who were motivated by interests did not notice that there was an old man in front of the Sutra Pavilion, sweeping the floor as if no one else was around. This extremely quiet scene was incompatible with the chaos outside, but it was so natural that people couldn't help but stop.
I don't know who it was, but shouted at an inappropriate time, waking everyone up from the silence. Only then did people suddenly realize that the Sutra Pavilion at this time was a mountain of gold and silver that could be plundered.
So everyone rushed to the Sutra Pavilion with red eyes. At this time, people discovered that there was an old man in front of the Sutra Pavilion.
Everyone who was dazzled by the benefits raised their butcher's knives without thinking, intending to cut this stumbling block under their feet.
At this moment, something unexpected happened.
A bamboo broom and a frail old man seemed to be a natural chasm in front of the Sutra Pavilion.
Three days later, news broke out in the Imperial City that shocked everyone in the mainland. An old man sweeping the floor in front of the Sutra-Tibetan Pavilion in the Imperial City fought against all the heroes by himself. The heroes suffered heavy losses. The saints suffered all casualties and were defeated. They withdrew from the Imperial City. Mansion, the imperial capital managed to keep a glimmer of hope thanks to the efforts of one person.
This old man is Mr. Shen. Mr. Shen became famous in the first battle. Later, he rose to power in the mainland with his unpredictable magic and deep internal power. Later, he was called the number one saint in the mainland. From then on, he was praised by people. Respectfully called "Sage".
The book "The Travels of the Holy Lao" records what the Holy Lao traveled to the mainland a hundred years after the battle of the Imperial Capital.
It is said that after the Holy Lao entered the Imperial Capital Mansion at the age of eighteen, he never left the Imperial Capital Mansion again. It was not until the Holy Lao was 200 years old that he left the Imperial Capital Mansion again and traveled around the mainland, one person and one car, in pursuit of the road to immortality in the world.
This book "The Travels of the Holy Lao" was written by the coachman who traveled to the mainland at that time. The Holy Lao also disappeared on the mainland after that trip. No one knows his traces anymore, nor does he know his life or death. Therefore, the authenticity of this book There is no way to verify the sex.
This book records mostly what the coachman and the sage saw and heard along the way, without much information on cultivation, so it is not popular among warriors.
I thought of this book at this time because there was such a record in the book: The saint drank heavily one night and was drunk and mentioned to the coachman what happened when he first entered the path of cultivation. The saint was born with mediocre qualifications, and the narrowness of his Dantian was even more It restricted the development of the Holy Lao in his cultivation. The distressed Holy Lao thought hard and finally thought of the hemp rope used in daily life. If it is not woven together one by one, it will be a mess, but if the strands are woven together, The hemp rope will not only save a lot of space, but also be stronger. If the true energy is woven together like a hemp rope, wouldn't it not only save the space in the Dantian, but also make the true energy more condensed? Wouldn't this solve the problem of his Dantian? Isn't it a small problem? It was precisely because of this fantastic idea that he later became famous for his deep inner strength and condensed Qi.
Although the book did not explain how the sage made this true energy hemp rope, it undoubtedly opened a window for the eldest grandson to see that cultivation does not necessarily require following rules.
Later, Changsun tried the method mentioned by the sage, but found that it was not as simple as it seemed. Even the huge spiritual power condensed by Changsun's two souls could not support Changsun to complete this idea. Changsun could not imagine how powerful the holy elder was at that time.
The failed attempt did not make Changsun give up. Changsun gradually came up with new ideas, but he never dared to try them because just thinking about the new ideas made Changsun feel very dangerous. If he failed, he would probably be doomed.
The situation at this time left Changsun with no choice but to give it a try. Changsun tried his best to calm himself down and recalled every detail of the method he had conceived.
It was indeed feasible, and Changsun no longer hesitated and started taking action.
Changsun quickly released a stream of spiritual power from the "wall" condensed at the opening of his dantian and entered his dantian.
At this time, the zhenqi in Dantian was already like boiling water. Changsun wanted to stir a pot of boiling water to make it form a huge vortex.
However, the spiritual power entering Dantian is like a sailboat drifting in huge waves, in danger of capsizing at any time.
Changsun knew that now was not the time to hesitate and had no choice but to fight. So he removed the defense of Dantian's opening, mobilized all his mental power, and poured it into Dantian.
Changsun gathered his spiritual power into a "stick" in his Dantian and let it penetrate the Dantian.
Changsun tried his best to prevent the long stick from collapsing in the turbulent waves of true energy, and then began to slowly "stir" it in the Dantian.
The eldest grandson suddenly remembered that in his previous life, he drank a cup of coffee every morning. He held a spoon in his right hand and stirred the coffee cup unconsciously, thinking about other things. This was what the eldest grandson had to do every day in his previous life. He did not expect that he would do the same thing in this life under such circumstances. The action is so difficult.
Now the eldest grandson can only grit his teeth to keep himself from giving up. The true energy in his dantian wants to rush out of his dantian, so he must speed up. If he waits until the true qi really rushes out of his dantian, all his previous efforts will be wasted.
Changsun tried his best to control the true energy to rotate according to his own arrangement. Slowly, the chaotic and disordered true energy began to rotate, and the Dantian gradually became calm.
The eldest grandson knew that this was the first step he had imagined, and his zhenqi began to spin according to his own thoughts. However, the eldest grandson did not dare to relax a little. He knew that this was just the simplest step, and since he had already taken it, he would There is no possibility of taking it back, the hard thing is what to do next.
The true energy rotated faster and faster, and a huge vortex formed on the turbulent "sea surface". All the originally overflowing true energy was sucked into the vortex and joined this behemoth.
As the rotation became faster and faster, the vortex began to slowly shrink and gradually moved closer to the center, but a blank area was formed at the "vortex eye" in the center.
At this time, the vortex in the Dantian looks like an upside-down tornado from the outside, running through the Dantian. The whirlpool not only gathered the true energy in the Dantian, but the huge suction force it generated actually began to slowly suck the spiritual energy from the outside into the body. Changsun knew it was time.
The spiritual power condensed into a long stick, and as the vortex rotated in the Dantian, Changsun saw that the vortex of true energy was almost there, and began to take the next step.
Changsun controlled the "long stick" and began to "stir" in reverse. Yes, what Changsun has to do next is to suddenly stop the high-speed rotating vortex from the inside. In this way, the infuriating energy on the outside that cannot stop moving will continue to move, compressing the infusing energy inside, and then form what the sage calls a "hemp rope" .
If the eldest grandson's idea were told to others, they would definitely be called fanciful. At this time, the eldest grandson did realize how difficult it was to implement this idea.
When Changsun controlled his mental power to move backwards, the rapidly rotating Qi made Changsun feel as if he was surrounded by thousands of troops. He was knocked away by the torrent before he even took a step.
Changsun felt deeply powerless. He didn't expect that what he had created at random would be so difficult to control. If he didn't take action at this time, the continuous influx of spiritual energy would make the vortex of true energy grow bigger and bigger, and it would be unable to hold up until then. Break the Dantian and crush yourself into pieces. Thinking of this, Changsun couldn't help but feel a little panicked. Now he had to find a way to make the big guy stop no matter what.
"Think of a way quickly, think of a way quickly..." Changsun kept forcing himself to think of a way. Suddenly, Changsun had a flash of inspiration. Wouldn't it be easier to stop this big guy from the "vortex eye"?
Changsun had no time to consider whether it was feasible at this time, so he took action immediately and controlled his mental power to move to the center.
The eldest grandson felt that this powerful centrifugal force was trying to throw him out all the time. The eldest grandson gritted his teeth and moved towards the "vortex eye". When the eldest grandson arrived at the vortex eye, he was already exhausted.
The high-speed rotation at the eye of the vortex made Changsun dizzy, and his mental power was on the verge of collapse.
Changsun bit the tip of his tongue and tried his best to stay awake.
After a slight adjustment, Changsun decided not to delay anymore and stopped this behemoth at this time. Success or failure depended on this.
Changsun took a deep breath and suddenly stopped his spinning mental energy.
"Ah..." Changsun, who suddenly exerted force, couldn't help shouting.
The huge pulling force made Changsun feel that he had been pulled to pieces, and the mental power he had worked hard to gather collapsed at this moment, but what was gratifying was that the whirlpool actually stopped from the inside. At this moment, everything seemed to be still, huge The vortex stopped at this moment, and Changsun saw himself in the center of the "vortex eye" slowly dissipating with the whirlpool like a puff of smoke.
"Failed? Successed? Is everything going to end?" Changsun felt that his consciousness was slowly blurring.
He suddenly remembered his last moments in his previous life. Standing on a tall building, the bustling streets below and the sea of stars-like lights can hardly dispel the loneliness in my heart. This innate loneliness is like a birthmark that has followed me since birth. No matter how hard I struggle, I can't get rid of it. It's like a disability that makes it difficult for me to integrate into the crowd at any time.
When Changsun jumped from the tall building, during the short time in the air, his soul seemed to fly out of his body. Just like this moment, it became blurry but clear. Everything in the past was vivid in his mind, and his senses became unprecedented. Clearly, the past emotions surged into my heart in an instant, sadness, helplessness, loss, despair, happiness, hope... the pain alone seemed to disappear.
At this time, the eldest grandson understood that when the pain is forgotten, everything is so missed, and the desire to live is infinitely magnified at this time.
Only then did the eldest grandson realize how much he loved life in his heart.
"It's about to end..." A similar feeling made Changsun know that everything was about to leave him, or in other words, he was about to leave everything.
"No..." Having experienced loss once, the eldest grandson would not let himself lose again.
At this moment, time seemed to go backwards, and the spiritual power that had gradually dissipated outwards reversed back to the center of the vortex eye at this moment. As if for an instant, and as if for a lifetime, the still vortex began to rotate again, and everything seemed to have returned to normal. normal.
"Are you alive..." For a moment, Changsun couldn't help but react from his reverie. It wasn't until he confirmed the scene in front of him again that he was sure that he was not dead.
Looking at the vortex of true energy still spinning in front of him, Changsun didn't know whether the thing he created at this time was a success or a failure.
However, the rotation speed of the true energy vortex is not very fast, and Changsun is sure that the vortex is very stable at this time, and the true energy does not leak out. From this point of view, it should be considered a success, at least the urgent need to break the mirror in front of him is solved.
Only then did Changsun truly breathe a sigh of relief and began to carefully appreciate what he had researched due to the situation.
At this time, the center of the dantian was occupied by a vortex of true energy. The huge vortex was like an inverted tornado running through the dantian. The closer to the entrance of the dantian, the thinner the vortex became. The true energy emitted blue fluorescence outwards. In a daze, Changsun seemed to be Seeing a woman in a blue dress dancing gracefully, the eldest grandson was intoxicated by her beautiful figure.
Changsun did not expect that his sudden whimsy would actually create such a beautiful thing, and it belonged only to him.
What Changsun never expected is that the vortex of true energy has been rotating at a uniform speed, which also causes the spiritual energy from the outside world to continuously flow into Changsun's body. This means that even if Changsun is not in meditation, the vortex of true energy will still spin. Will absorb spiritual energy at a stable rate. This discovery made Changsun very excited.
After groping inside his body for a long time, Changsun woke up from trance. When he opened his eyes, it was already dark. In the depth of winter, Changsun had been working in the snow for so long. His body was already a little stiff, but his mood was excellent.
Rubbing his frozen face, Changsun could not help but sigh: "It's good to be alive!"
