The receptionist glanced at the tribesmen who were passing by in a hurry without even saying hello, and said calmly: "Everyone understands the current situation of the human race, so they devote all their attention to practice, even when walking, they may be practicing. "
"In the future, if you get used to it, you won't be surprised."
Ling Changfeng and others nodded, and even looked at those people with admiration.
Qin Fan was a little disapproving. Cultivation is not just about practicing hard. It depends on understanding and chance.
Finally, they came to a mountain that looked like a long sword hanging upside down.
This mountain is very tall and majestic, reaching into the sky.
A mysterious aura shrouded the entire mountain, covered in clouds and fog, like the legendary Nine Heavens Palace.
There were faint sounds of Sanskrit singing coming from the top of the mountain, and it seemed like an expert was preaching in the sky, expounding the principles of the great truth.
Everyone looked shocked and wanted to worship from the bottom of their hearts.
Even Qin Fan was slightly shocked. This kind of scene was definitely the work of an emperor-level figure.
"This is the supreme holy land of our human race, Heaven."
After the guide finished speaking, he bowed to the huge mountain in front of him, and then began to climb up the blue stone staircase.
Ling Changfeng and others also followed suit, bowing to the giant mountain and keeping up with the pace of the envoys.
Qin Fan once again took a deep look at this huge mountain shrouded by the invisible force, bowed slightly and followed the pace of everyone.
Even Jie Ling and Er Ha, who had been laughing and joking, changed into cautious expressions and followed Qin Fan obediently.
When looking at the huge mountain in the sky from a distance, I just feel that this mountain is majestic and tall, and it is the most majestic mountain in the world.
As they began to climb, they again realized the majesty of the mountain.
The blue stone steps up the mountain alone are tens of thousands of feet high, like a ladder leading to the nine heavens.
But everyone is a practitioner, so even the stone stairs of ten thousand feet are not difficult for them.
A quarter of an hour later, everyone successfully climbed to the top of the mountain and came to a tall stone gate.
Two large characters, like clouds, dragons and phoenixes, hang high on the top of the stone gate that is hundreds of feet high.
Heaven!
This is a gate, and behind it is a flat square. Many people are sitting cross-legged in the square, all practicing hard with their eyes closed. They turn a blind eye to the arrival of Qin Fan and others.
"Follow me and register first."
The guide said, then walked straight through the square and walked towards the majestic black hall.
The large hall was square and isolated from all exploration of spiritual consciousness, giving it a mysterious and desolate atmosphere.
There is an old wooden table in front of the hall, and an old man wearing a black robe sits behind it.
"I've seen the gatekeeper!"
The envoy came to the old man and bowed in salute.
"No need to be polite." He replied lightly and glanced at Ling Changfeng and others.
"Is this a new tribe member? Which planet is it from?"
The guide answered truthfully: "Apocalypse Star."
The gatekeeper said: "Register their names in the register, and they will be part of Blue Star from now on."
"yes!"
The receptionist turned around and greeted everyone: "Everyone, come here and fill in your name."
After registration, the gatekeeper said: "There are human skills and magical powers stored here. You have three days to choose. Of course, you don't have to choose if you want."
"In three days, you will be automatically teleported out."
"Get in now!"
After he finished speaking to Qin Fan and others, he then said to the envoy: "Your mission is completed, you can proceed to the next mission."
"Understood." The guide nodded.
Qin Fan and others stopped at the entrance of the hall and looked back at the envoy.
After getting along for this period of time, everyone has some feelings for each other. They knew that the next mission of the guide might be to an unknown planet to look for human monks.
The mood of parting spread among everyone.
The guide waved to everyone: "Hurry up and choose the exercises. Practice hard in the future. The human race will depend on you in the future."
Ling Changfeng cupped his fists and said, "Envoy, please take care!"
"Take care of yourself!"
Others also said with serious faces.
They all know that after this separation, they may never see each other again.
Qin Fan said nothing, perhaps this was his duty to welcome the envoy.
"See you again if we are destined!" The receptionist returned the greeting with fists in his hands, turned around and strode away.
Looking at his back, the gatekeeper's expressionless face finally showed some fluctuations.
He said slowly: "Heaven has various envoys who undertake various tasks. The mission of the envoys is to constantly explore the universe, find the human monks on the life stars, and bring them back to the Blue Star."
"There are hundreds of thousands of guides like him in Heaven, and hundreds of them die every day, but the number has remained the same."
"Most of them are people whose cultivation has stagnated. They can no longer play a big role in the battles with other races. They volunteer to find fresh blood for the human race to join."
"The status of a messenger is not high in heaven, but it is the profession with the hardest work and the highest mortality rate."
After finishing speaking, he paused and added: "It is also the profession with the most people joining it."
Everyone just felt a little tight in their chests.
Ling Changfeng didn't speak, his eyes were firm, and he turned around and walked into the hall.
If his cultivation also stagnates in the future, then he will also be one of the guides.
Everyone else also walked into the hall with heavy faces.
Qin Fan took Jie Ling and Erha with him and finally entered the main hall.
In the main hall, there are thousands of bookshelves arranged, each bookshelf is nine stories high and filled with books.
There are bamboo slips, yellowed paper books, ancient parchment scrolls, and some cloth.
Ling Changfeng and others who came in just now have already started browsing the books on the bookshelf.
Some of them were ecstatic and exclaimed: "The techniques here are much more powerful than what we practice!"
"These magical powers and spells are also very powerful!"
Everyone looked through it excitedly as if they had discovered a treasure trove. Some people even sat down cross-legged and began to practice those skills and magical powers.
Qin Fan walked to a row of bookshelves and picked out a bamboo slip. The characters on it were very old, but fortunately he knew them all.
"The Art of Clear Wind Transforming into Rain!"
"Use the wind, rain and dew as a carrier to realize the power of the natural way..."
The founder of this exercise has great ideas, but his understanding of the great path is not deep enough.
Therefore, this skill is neither high nor low, neither above nor below. It can only be regarded as middle-grade.
It's far worse than what Qin Fan practiced.
He read a few more books. There were good and bad techniques, and the quality varied. However, there were no top-level techniques at all, and there were even very few middle-grade techniques.
The Qingfenghuayu Jue he first read was already considered the best.
Qin Fan scanned all the way, but he stopped reading each book one by one. Through the exercises he just looked at, he discovered a characteristic.
The more powerful the technique, the greater the fluctuation of spiritual power it can cause, and conversely, the fluctuation of spiritual power will be smaller.
He can directly judge the strength of the technique by relying on the fluctuation of spiritual power.
