The Demonic Abyss Tree was chopped down, and the Heavenly Tribulation was broken. Yiran was hanging high above the broken earth, looking down at the land destroyed by the Demonic Abyss Tree, and the feeling of bliss in his soul became increasingly clear.
“Isn’t it enough to bring peace to the world?”
Yi Ran murmured.
In his perception, Mo Xiangyi and others were flying over quickly, with excited smiles on their faces.
But Yiran couldn't feel any joy at all. The heavenly calamity was broken and a powerful enemy was killed with a sword. Logically speaking, he should have entered the stage of transformation into a god. However, there was no movement in the Nascent Soul in his Dantian, and there was no movement in his practice. Any growth occurs.
"What's wrong?"
Yiran frowned, running his nameless skills and frantically absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
But Yiran, who clearly couldn't feel the bottleneck, couldn't detect any signs of breakthrough.
The contents of the technique flashed through his mind, and Yiran was surprised to find that this technique did not include the content of the divine transformation stage!
"No way out? Why did I choose this skill by accident?"
Yiran sighed.
When he chose this technique, he was still an ordinary teenager on earth. He was not sure whether the authenticity of "Tao Zang" was a pirated work by an unscrupulous businessman, so how could he carefully select which technique?
Moreover, as a "waste" who has only touched the threshold of spiritual practice after practicing for several years, the stage of becoming a god is really too far away.
Until today, when he finally stood in front of this threshold, Yiran suddenly felt at a loss.
"what to do?"
Yiran's expression became solemn. His realm had not improved, and the amount of Qi his body could hold had not increased.
But as he passed through the catastrophe, his body was already absorbing spiritual energy on its own and converting it into pure true energy.
With the influx of zhenqi, Yiran's meridians were gradually expanded, and even the Nascent Soul in his Dantian turned into a round, fat ball.
"If this continues, my body will definitely burst!"
Drops of cold sweat dripped from Yiran's forehead. Yiran immediately sat cross-legged in the void, lost in thought and forgetting everything.
Mo Xiangyi flew in front of Yiran. She was so excited that she was about to speak, but she saw Yiran's pale face and big beads of sweat.
Her face also turned pale because of anxiety, but she did not dare to speak for fear that her voice would affect Yiran, who was in an unknown state.
Xiaobai turned into a child and floated in front of Yiran. He sunk his consciousness into the depths of his soul and observed Yiran's soul through the contract concluded with the Dragon Elephant Beast Control Technique.
In Xiao Bai's consciousness, Yiran's soul was like the sun exuding hot air. Not only was it free of any injuries, but it also contained unimaginable terrifying power.
Xiao Bai suddenly realized that Yiran's soul showed no signs of injury, and even his aura was rising at an extremely terrifying speed.
"Why is the aura rising but the realm not improving?"
Xiaobai was full of doubts.
Through the soul contract, it saw something more essential, but even if it saw the abnormality in Yiran's aura, it couldn't figure out why or what to do.
It silently stared at Yiran's soul through the contract, and just when it was about to see more clearly, a burning breath hit his face.
"snort!"
Xiao Bai's consciousness suddenly trembled, and then he returned to his body.
There was a gloominess that was inappropriate for his age on Xiaobai's childish face. When Yiran's consciousness expelled it, it had already been proved that Yiran's condition would never be good.
"what to do?"
Xiaobai looked up at the anxious crowd, hiding his worries and explained:
"Yiran was not injured. The reason why he behaved like this is that he entered a state of enlightenment."
"After he figures out the doubts in his heart, he should become a great monk in the transformation stage who is comparable to an emperor!"
With Xiaobai's deliberate concealment, everyone's anxiety finally slowly subsided a little.
Huang Huang looked at the broken battlefield and Xiang Beizhou flying from a distance, and said without hesitation:
"Be defensive and don't let anyone get close!"
Wang Sicheng immediately flew forward to block Xiang Beizhou, and said in a cold and emotionless tone:
"Any further step will mean the difference between life and death!"
Xiang Beizhou stared blankly at Wang Sicheng who was blocking him. He didn't know why an early-stage king on the other side had the confidence to fight with him, but he still stopped where he was.
At the same time, Song Yulong, Cai Tiehan and Tang Fengyin were guarding the four sides respectively. Xiaobai regained his body and Mo Xiangyi, Huang Huang and Wuye protected Yiran closely.
…
Feeling the vitality in his body that was filled to the extreme, Yiran felt like he was like a balloon about to explode.
It has obviously reached its limit, but air is still being injected continuously.
"what to do?"
"what to do?"
Yiran asked himself over and over again. He felt that the answer was obviously very close, but he couldn't figure it out.
"Why is this skill defective?"
The more Yiran thought about it, the more entangled he became. He felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and even his thoughts became heavier.
"Why is there no way out? Is this also a joke played by Heaven and me, asking me to change my technique and practice it again?"
Yiran's thinking began to become chaotic. He no longer even thought about how to solve the problem, but was obsessed with why God would play such a joke on him.
"This means that heaven and earth are all working together when they come. Isn't it free to transport heroes?"
Yi Ran murmured to himself.
In a daze, he seemed to see the fat ball-like Nascent Soul in his Dantian grinning at him, but the smile was full of sarcasm:
"Going against the order of Heaven to save an outsider, this is what you will get if you provoke Heaven!"
"As an evil person, how could Heaven place its hope of saving the world on you?"
"..."
"So, you deserve to die!"
When the distorted face of Yuanying said the last words, the negative emotions of confusion, panic, and powerlessness were like a dark swamp, making it increasingly difficult for Yiran to extricate himself from being trapped in it.
The feeling of bliss in the soul began to slowly dissipate, and the endless loneliness made Yiran completely sink.
…
In the Principality of Fenghuo, on Beimeng Mountain, Fenghuo, wearing a blue-red robe, sat alone on the cliff, overlooking the thousands of miles of greenery below the mountain.
After a while, she suddenly stood up, as if she was a little tired of the constant scenery in front of her, and lightly opened her red lips and said:
"I have leisure every day, every day, what has my long life given me?"
She sighed again, brushed her wind-blown temple hair with her white jade hands, and silently stared ahead.
Another long moment passed between her fingers. She seemed to suddenly remember something and suddenly became happy. Then she said to herself:
"Looking at the time, the king realm that the little guy mentioned should have ended. I don't know if he has broken through the bottleneck and entered a new realm."
She covered her red lips and yawned lazily, then moved her left hand up, lightly touched the mark between her eyebrows with two fingers, and chuckled:
"It seems that the King's Realm is nothing more than this. It took five whole years and it still failed to break through."
"But that's okay!"
She looked up into the void, the smile finally growing in her eyes.
Although there was nothing there, if Yiran stood here, he could see traces of golden national destiny gathering there.
Although they are small, after gathering sand into a tower and armpits into fur, the strands of national destiny finally condensed into a pillar of destiny and landed on Beimeng Mountain.
That was a scene that the Wind and Fire Principality had never had before, and it was also a symbol of how strong the Wind and Fire Principality had become in the past five years.
Feng Huo slowly walked into the Pillar of Luck, restored his dragon vein body and hovered on the Pillar of Luck, and said slightly arrogantly:
"But it's okay if you go slower. Under your leadership, the Principality of Wind and Fire is becoming stronger."
"I believe that as long as I step into the king's rank, the national destiny of the Wind and Fire Principality will be able to feed you back!"
"By then, you probably won't be able to break through even if you don't want to!"
However, just when the wind and fire dragon veins were flying freely in the sky, an indescribable feeling of despair filled her heart, and even the mark between her eyebrows began to be entangled with black meaning.
She hit Beimeng Mountain, causing the entire Beimeng Mountain to start shaking.
She struggled to get up, sat on the Pillar of Destiny, and cursed:
"You really can't be too busy these days!"
"With such a strong blessing of national luck, you will definitely be able to survive this crisis!"
…
Yiran, whose consciousness fell into deathly silence and darkness, grabbed the last glimmer of light and asked himself a strange question.
"Is there still a realm after becoming a god?"
His eyes suddenly brightened.
"It is said that there is an Emperor level after the Holy level, so is it true that there is a tribulation after becoming a god?"
"But all the techniques recorded in Daozang have reached the end of the stage of transformation into gods. Then can I think that the end point is to practice other techniques to achieve transformation into gods."
"And this nameless martial law hopes that I can find my own path during the stage of transforming into gods, a path that can break through the transformation into gods and move to a higher place!"
When Yiran no longer insisted on "the road is gone", his consciousness regained clarity and he began to think about how to find his own path.
Subconsciously, Yiran took out the huge enlightenment stone that he snatched from Ji Mingyue's hand from the space ring, and then controlled it to hang in front of him with his spiritual consciousness.
The blissful soul that was about to dissipate returned again, and the Emperor's Way imprinted in the Enlightenment Stone suddenly appeared in Yiran's consciousness.
It was an old man wearing a black robe. He was thin and his eyes were like daggers. At first glance, he revealed a decisiveness.
Wind blades were flying around him, and he was walking alone in the depths of the Warcraft Forest.
No Warcraft?
Yiran was a little surprised, but he soon noticed.
It's not that there are no monsters in the Monster Forest, but that all the monsters the old man encountered died in an instant and withered at an extremely fast speed, leaving not even a trace of their existence in the end.
That's the way to kill!
More and more monsters appeared in front of the old man, and more and more wind blades flew beside him.
Under the method of killing, all the monsters were killed by the wind blade without any suspense. Even the emperor-level monsters were no match at all.
But what Yiran paid attention to was not the bloody scenes of killing, but the old man who seemed to have escaped from the battle, facing the killings calmly without any disturbance.
"How many monsters have to be killed to reach this point?"
Yi Ran asked herself that it was impossible to do this.
But as a bystander and under the guidance of the Enlightenment Stone, Yiran quickly realized the key.
The old man did not regard Warcraft as "life" at all. In his eyes, powerful Warcraft were not even as good as the livestock raised by ordinary people. They were just ants that could be "turned a blind eye".
That's why the old man can be so calm, and that's why the old man can erase all traces of their existence.
Before killing, indifference comes first, followed by strength.
This is the old man's way of killing!
Yi Ran quietly realized that he himself also understood the meaning of killing, so he was more able to feel the gap between him and the old man's way of killing.
After a long time, Yiran finally shook his head:
"Killing all enemies with no regard for life is not my way!"
Yiran thought hard:
"What is my way?"
"The way of life? The way of protection?"
"still……"
A sword cry resounded through the sky, and wisps of sword intent filled the world.
Among them are the sword intent of killing, the sword intent of life, and the sword intent of protection.
When this vision appeared, the fat ball in his dantian suddenly opened his eyes and came to Yiran's head.
It opened its mouth and sucked in all the dense sword intent into its belly.
Fat Ball's figure expanded rapidly, growing from the size of his head to the height of Yiran in an instant, and then continued to grow to ten feet before stopping.
Wuye murmured with dull eyes:
"Iran seems to have given birth to a fat baby?"
"Gabazi, why did that fat baby turn into a sword?"
Mo Xiangyi spat softly, showing shame, and cursed:
"That's Nascent Soul, not some fat baby!"
Everyone stared blankly at the scene in front of them. Different cultivation systems made them unable to figure out why Yiran's breakthrough made such a movement.
Of course, even Mo Xiangyi couldn't figure out why Yiran's Nascent Soul turned into a sword.
Some people died, but not completely...
