In the ancient bronze temple, there is the mysterious law of time blessing of this temple.
Han Feng didn't read any books at first. He wanted to try to see if he could directly reach the realm of ten lines through practice.
On this starry sky altar, there is extremely rich power of witchcraft, which flows into the ancient bronze palace along the demon refining pot.
Han Feng passed the Hunyuan Jue and practiced hard in the Bronze Ancient Palace for thirteen years, and finally succeeded in reaching the peak of the Nine Marks, which is the same level as Mr. Deng.
In this way, it is equivalent to the outside world that Han Feng has already made a breakthrough in less than a year.
This greatly increased his confidence. After all, the peak of the nine lines was only one step away from the realm of the ten lines. It seemed that he could break through the ten lines in a long way.
So, with this thought in mind, Han Feng continued to practice hard.
One year, two years, three years... ten years, twenty years!
After twenty years of seclusion and hard training, Han Feng felt that he had already reached the limit of the Nine Patterns realm.
But there was no sign of breaking through the ten lines.
He did not believe in evil and practiced hard in seclusion for ten years, but the result was still the same.
Until now, Han Feng had guessed that the realm of ten lines was probably not achieved through hard work.
The classics left to him by his father might actually be useful.
So in the following time, Han Feng focused on these classics again.
At first, he focused on dabbling in all the secret arts, magical powers, and combat skills of the witch clan...
From the beginning of understanding, research, and cultivation... it took decades.
Although he has benefited a lot and his combat power has even improved, he still has no signs of breaking through the ten lines.
So Han Feng began to expand the scope of his research, and even started to delve into various classics of the Nether Clan.
This not only allowed Han Feng to deepen his understanding of the Nether Clan, but he also gained a lot of insights and his strength improved, but he still could not break through.
However, there was an unexpected discovery.
That is, Han Feng learned from an ancient book of the Nether Clan.
The two "golden pages" he got from Heidison and the Holy Tower of the Netherworld Tribe.
The symbols engraved on it are the secret runes comprehended by a supreme ruler of the Nether Clan.
The Nether Clan calls it "Rune Rune".
Although Han Feng failed to understand the meaning of the runes, after research, he found that the two golden pages should be one.
The spell formed together is complete and will have some mysterious power.
Han Feng kept all this in mind and instinctively felt that it would be of great help to him when facing the Nether Clan in the future.
At this time, Han Feng had stayed in the Ancient Bronze Palace for a full one hundred and twenty years.
Even though the time ratio of the Ancient Bronze Palace is astonishing, more than six years have passed in the outside world.
Until this moment, he still hadn't found any opportunity to break through the ten lines.
He even once wondered whether his father had lied to him, and there was no such thing as the so-called "Ten-marked Witch God".
In the difficult situation that he could not break through, Han Feng became anxious, frustrated, angry... and even despaired.
I struggled like this for several more years.
Finally, Han Feng returned to calm and decided not to stay in the Ancient Bronze Palace.
He got out of the Demon Refining Pot, stepped out of the Starry Sky Altar, returned to the small courtyard again, and met Mr. Deng.
When the little old man saw Han Feng, he still smiled.
"Hehe... your father has tricked you again."
Han Feng was speechless for a while, but his struggles in the ancient bronze palace over the years had made his mood sublime again and he felt calm.
Han Feng looked at Mr. Deng and humbly asked for advice: "Mr. Deng, is there really a realm of ten lines in this world?"
Mr. Deng grinned, nodded and said, "Of course, you have seen two of them."
Han Feng showed a look of astonishment, "I have seen two ten-marked witch gods. Are you saying that my father has reached the ten-marked realm?"
Mr. Deng nodded.
Han Feng was not surprised. If not, how could his father leave here?
However, the second wizard god the other party mentioned?
Han Feng couldn't help but glance at the little old man.
"No need to guess, it's me, old man.
Back then, I also entered the realm of ten lines, but I had a fight with a guy outside the starry sky. Both sides were injured, my energy and blood declined, and I fell to the peak of nine lines. "
When Han Feng heard this, he was shocked. He didn't expect that this little old man was actually a witch god. Who on earth could defeat him and cause both sides to lose?
The doubts in his heart flashed away, and Han Feng couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Deng, since you have broken through the realm of the witch god, do you know of any tricks?"
Now that Han Feng was suffering from no hope of breakthrough, he naturally wanted to ask for some experience when there was someone who had been there before him.
However, Mr. Deng shook his head and said: "The realm of ten lines is already the realm of Tao. Everyone has different life experiences and different choices. Naturally, the Tao is also different. How can there be shortcuts and tips?"
When Han Feng heard this, he was speechless for a moment.
The old man stood up and patted Han Feng with the broken wooden fan.
"Young man, relax. If you can become a witch god by practicing hard work alone, then your thinking about the realm of ten lines is too simple.
If you want to attain the Tao, you must focus on the word "enlightenment". Cultivation is only one of the means of enlightenment.
There is a Tao everywhere in the three thousand worlds. Go out and walk more often, take a look at this world, and find your own Tao! "
When Han Feng heard this, he stayed there for a long time and seemed to have a clear understanding in his heart.
Immediately, Han Feng bowed to Mr. Deng.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior. It's really time for me to go out for a walk!"
So, Han Feng said goodbye to Mr. Deng, left the core area again, and returned to the Five Gods Mountains for the third time.
This time, Han Feng no longer thinks about how much time he has left all day long, nor does he think about what the situation in Lingwu Continent will be like.
As if he was born and raised in this world, he began to travel around.
He first went to the headquarters of the Five Gods Mountains, and then traveled in the vast territory of the Five Gods Mountains and lived in different identities.
Sometimes he is a hunter hunting alone in the forest.
Occasionally, he would enter the cities built by some large tribes and become one of the bustling passers-by.
From time to time, I rent a stall and sell animal skins and medicinal herbs...
Han Feng also returned to the Tieshan tribe and lived for a while.
Or join some small tribes, become a low-level warrior of the tribe, and live together with ordinary Wu tribe people.
Han Feng would even travel to the Nether Clan's realm and knock down the Nether Clan's holy tower.
When the Nether Clan finally re-erected the holy tower, he pushed it down again. The five Nether Clan leaders jumped up and cursed in anger, trying to fight Han Feng, but they couldn't defeat it at all.
Han Feng would sometimes return to the core area. Now that his cultivation at the peak of the Nine Patterns was no longer necessary, he could come and go freely without the decree of the Five Gods Mountain.
Returning to the core area, he would drink and chat with Mr. Deng, or fight with those true spirits to hone his combat skills.
Han Feng would even use various rare treasures from the outside world to exchange his blood essence with them to cultivate his own twelve demon heavens.
In the end, all twelve Dharma signs were mastered, and Han Feng unknowingly improved greatly.
But he still failed to break through the realm of ten lines.
Spring passes and autumn comes, and several years pass in the blink of an eye.
Including the previous hard training in the Bronze Temple, and leading the Five Gods Mountain Tribe to fight against the Nether Clan.
It has been twelve years since Han Feng came to the Lost Land.
Today, Han Feng once again knocked down the Holy Tower of the Nether Clan, carrying a pot of fine wine, and prepared to go to the core area to have a drink with Mr. Deng.
Passing by Jinshen Mountain, he originally wanted to say hello to Yao Zhong before leaving.
However, the current owner of Jinshen Mountain, Yao Yuelan, stayed and invited him to have dinner.
