The soul traveling between two worlds has no concept of time...
Even if it is ten thousand years, it is only a moment.
Li Shuidao's soul had a rough understanding of the "Desolate God Realm", comprehended the "Desolate Mysterious Technique" on his own, and engraved a "Desolate Mysterious Technique" into his memory.
When he thought of taking another look, his consciousness left the Wild God Realm and returned to his own body in the turtle shell.
In the narrow turtle shell, Li Shuidao's eyes were dim and his expression seemed a little dazed.
The thickest book in the world may be the entire world.
The entire Wild God Realm is like an ancient book that stretches across the vast universe, accumulated for countless years. Each page is like a microcosm of the world, flowing with endless mysteries.
Under the guidance of a mysterious force, Li Shuidao browsed the cover outline of the book, and even found one of the pages to read carefully, and learned a "wild and mysterious technique" that suited him
At the same time, Nangong Qin also opened her bright eyes, her eyes were as confused as Li Shuidao's.
The two of them only made eye contact in the turtle shell, they didn't speak.
Beyond the turtle shell…
"A mysterious magic is engraved in my mind, but I can't practice it." Tai Sui, the magic finger, sighed and frowned.
The old man with poisonous hands nodded to express his understanding, "Me too. I have learned a powerful secret technique, but I can't practice it. It's really annoying."
"It seems that everyone is the same. The secret technique I learned can quickly advance me to the third level, but there is no virtual realm in my body, only a bright red magic core."
"Naxu Realm is a self-created cultivation method in our small world. The highest level can only be cultivated to the level of the Formless True Monarch. It is not as promising as cultivating the Mystic Art of Desolation." A monk from Qinglin Hall said.
"This Taoist friend is rare for you. What we practice is the Tianyuan Secret Technique, which is the secret technique inherited from the Tianyuan Upper Realm... The fifth-order Celestial Phenomenon, the sixth-order Dongxu, the seventh-order Wuji, the eighth-order Hunyuan, and the ninth-order Mahayana, its power is not weaker than the mysterious magic."
"What is the relationship between Tianyuan Continent and Tianyuan Upper Realm?"
"Naturally, it's the same relationship."
"I see."
"So what? We can't even break through the third level of Nuxu Realm, so we might as well change to the Huang Shen technique as soon as possible. At least we can live forever."
An old monk with extraordinary temperament came over. He said with deep eyes: "Since the Tianyuan Secret Technique cannot be used, it is better to practice the Desolate Mysterious Technique. This is a brand new path."
"That's right, the power of the skills inherited from the Wild God Realm is indeed even greater than that of the Tianyuan Secret Technique."
"Hmph! We can't practice the Desolate Mysterious Technique. To practice this technique, we need Desolate God March. This is Tianyuan Continent. Where did Desolate God March come from? To us, this technique is nothing more than the moon in the mirror. Meaningless."
"Hahahaha..." He Shiyong, standing on the turtle shell, suddenly laughed loudly.
The sound shook all directions and resounded throughout the sky.
He looked around at the people around him, his eyes full of pleasure.
When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel a burst of envy and jealousy in their hearts.
This time, he personally presided over the ceremony to communicate with the Wild God Realm through sacrifice, which meant that he was the most special being among the hundreds of people, and he must have gained the most benefits!
It is even possible to directly empower monks with magical power.
Everyone guessed right!
"I have the power to teach secret techniques. Even in this world, you can practice the mysterious techniques." He Shiyong waved his sleeves, and a powerful aura filled the air.
Everyone felt an invisible force oppressing them, making them feel awe and helplessness involuntarily.
They knew that He Shiyong had surpassed them and became an existence beyond their reach.
This aura is not even limited to the third level, or even the fourth level.
The fourth level peak!
The level of the Formless True Monarch, and the top formless True Monarch.
What a great opportunity!
The road to heaven was right in front of him, but this person had taken it away.
The fellow Taoist who was originally the same as him suddenly became an existence beyond his reach.
Depressed, jealous, envious...
Psychological imbalance, mixed feelings.
He Shiyong smiled faintly and made an ancient and low voice. This was the secret word of the Desolate God. Only after the souls of the people present had traveled through the Desolate God Realm could they understand it: "All laws in the world ultimately return to their origin, and the power of the origin can be traced back to Ziyang... The origin of living things, the end of laws. It is difficult to describe in words, and it is chaotic and undivided... This is the mystery of the sky, the source of all secrets..."
A huge purple-black sun appeared behind him.
This purple-black sun does not have a scorching temperature, but instead gives people a cold and mysterious feeling.
Its light is restrained, as if it hides infinite power.
Under the light of this purple sun, everything around seems so small and insignificant.
He Shiyong's voice sounded again: "The Purple Sun transforms into March, and March reflects all things. The three moons, green, red and blue, are all incarnations of the Purple Sun. As long as you can cultivate your power to the extreme, you can also reproduce the Purple Sun."
Following his words, the purple-black sun began to rotate slowly.
Its rotation even drives space and time, as if everything is distorted...
A ray of purple-black light shot straight into the sky. In this beam of light, three moons, blue, red and blue, loomed...
The entire space became extremely bright under the illumination of this light, as if all colors were swallowed up by this light. All the sounds disappeared, leaving only the rotating purple-black sun and the three green, red and blue moons.
"I will lead you to practice wild and mysterious techniques, gather the power of heaven, and break through many realms. Each of you can advance to the third level, the fourth level, and even ascend to the upper world." He Shiyong said in a seductive tone.
More than a hundred monks present showed excited expressions. If they could practice the Mystic Art of Desolation and embark on a completely different path of cultivation, they could also live a long life and live happily.
Isn’t cultivation just for longer life and stronger strength?
Inside the turtle shell...
A sneer appeared at the corner of Li Shuidao's mouth, he must have some intention to lure him for profit.
He Shiyong spoke slowly and continued: "I will create the Ziyang Sect and establish a new sect. All of you can join our sect, share the divine light of the Ziyang, and practice the mysterious magic together."
More than a hundred people present looked at each other, some looked excited, while others frowned and looked worried.
"Of course we are willing to follow our predecessors and explore the secret of the supreme heaven together, but we are not alone."
"Yes, we have a family. If we leave the sect without authorization, the family will be destroyed."
"Sooner or later the sect will leave! We have no chance of advancing if we stay in the family."
"Then you have to make some preparations, at least take away your direct descendants."
"Don't worry, everyone, I also have a family, so I won't make it difficult for you. What's more, even if you create a sect, you still need a foothold." He Shiyong said with a twinkle in his eye.
(End of chapter)
