Time is like a flow, and time is like an arrow. Perhaps, for every mortal, it is impossible to imagine sitting for days, months, or even years. After all, they leave without food, clothing, housing and transportation every day. As the saying goes, people are iron, food is steel, and they don’t eat for three meals and are hungry. This may be the shackles that bind mortals. After becoming spiritual scholars, Lu Jiang’s concept was also subverted.

At this time, Lu Jiang had been at Si Zhuo Peak for a year. This time, Lu Jiang truly realized that time was like flowing water, silently. During this year, he was immersed in the stone steps, felt the morality contained in the pressure, forgot time, and suddenly came back to his senses, but he did not expect that a year had passed. This year was fleeting for the spiritual scholar, but for Lu Jiang, it was a year of transformation.

Lu Jiang didn't know how much his strength had improved and how high his physical strength had reached. He only knew that compared to a year ago, he was much stronger now.

Now, Lu Jiang was sitting cross-legged on the 7,578th stairs, looking at the stairs ahead. At this time, he could already see the end of the stairs and the top of the mountain at Siguo Peak.

If Lu Jiang couldn't wait to survive this year a year ago, then Lu Jiang doesn't want to leave now, and he seems to be forgotten by the world. A year has come, but no one comes to pick up Lu Jiang. The disciple competition is imminent, no one will pay attention to a nine-generation disciple, and even the deacon who sent Lu Jiang to Siguo Peak is no exception.

"This staircase is 10,000, and it is still 2,422 levels away from reaching the peak." Lu Jiang stared at the staircase in front and said softly. Then, Lu Jiang looked down at his strong body and said softly: "If I could give me half a year, I would definitely be able to understand the morality contained in this pressure. At that time, I would be able to be in the disciples' competition and get a place for the Burning Heaven Ruins."

After pondering for a long time, Lu Jiang turned his head and looked at the stairs behind him. A hint of loneliness and loneliness flashed through his eyes. He sighed slightly. He slowly stood up and strided towards the stairs ahead.

Some people say that the road to growth requires the baptism of hardships and tolerate loneliness and loneliness. At this time, Lu Jiang truly realized that his strength has improved rapidly this year, but it is impossible to say that he is not lonely. Whenever he is lonely and his thoughts are tide, Lu Jiang will inspire himself and make great strides.

In the past, Lu Jiang was still a big boy who had not grown up. Now, Lu Jiang has been washed away by the years of his childishness, becoming more mature and steady.

After climbing the sixty-one stairs in one breath, Lu Jiang turned into a bloody man again. The bones in his body sounded "gaba" and he had to sit down cross-sit down. After the past few months of understanding, he had already numbed up with these pains. Fortunately, the morality contained in this pressure when he realized it could heal the wounds on Lu Jiang's body. Otherwise, Lu Jiang would have died tragically on the stone steps.

Not long after he sat down cross-legged, Lu Jiang opened his eyes again and looked at the stairs ahead. He stood up regardless of his physical injuries and took another step.

"Buzz!" The sky and earth buzzed, and a powerful force was pressing down fiercely. Lu Jiang's body staggered backwards on the stairs, almost about to fall. But Lu Jiang did not give up immediately. He roared for a lifetime and took another step forward with all his strength.

"Boom!!" The strong pressure seemed to be angered by Lu Jiang. A huge pressure almost formed a substantial force and pressed towards Lu Jianggai. Lu Jiangru was hit hard, his body was pressed to the ground and could not move, but Lu Jiang did not scream at all. He slowly closed his eyes and sank into it again.

He noticed the mystery contained in this pressure a few months ago. He could not describe it. This power was very strange. Lu Jiang could not find words to describe it. In other words, the reason why he entered the peak of thought, could not practice, absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and could not open the storage bag was also because of this power. This was not suppression, but essentially... decayed all powers.

Yes, Lu Jiang called the mystery contained in this pressure corruption, but what Lu Jiang couldn't believe was that there was a strong vitality in this corruption.

In order to master this power, Lu Jiang did not hesitate to take risks and climbed several ladders to challenge his limits. Lu Jiang had a premonition that if he could master this power, he would definitely benefit for the rest of his life.

"How can we control this power?" Lu Jiang whispered in his heart, and he sank into it again, feeling quietly.

After a while, Lu Jiang's body shook violently. He opened his eyes suddenly and looked forward. When he found that there was nothing, a hint of suspicion flashed through his eyes and said softly: "Is it an illusion before? Why... I felt that there were many patterns in this space?" Lu Jiang closed his eyes again, felt it quietly, but did not notice anything, which made Lu Jiang's heart even more suspicious.

Before, his mind was integrated into the pressure and felt that the entire space was filled with many patterns, but this feeling was just a flash, leaving Lu Jiang helpless.

After pondering for a long time, Lu Jiang looked at the stairs in front of him, gritted his teeth, stood up again, and walked towards the stairs.

"boom!!"

A roar in his mind was roaring, and Lu Jiang spewed out a mouthful of blood, lay on the stone steps, and closed his eyes.

"Fuck!" At this moment, Lu Jiang clearly felt the patterns in the space, but before he could sink into it, the patterns disappeared again. Lu Jiang cursed in his heart, but he had no choice but to open the storage bag and could not take out the remaining few body-abundling pills. He could only move to a higher ladder after his injuries recovered.

Three days later, after Lu Jiang's body trauma recovered a little, Lu Jiang stepped on the stairs again like a madman. This time, the feeling flashed again, which made Lu Jiang very unwilling.

In this way, Lu Jiang not only recovered from his injuries, but also stepped towards a higher ladder and felt the patterns in the space.

This kind of days lasted for three months.

On this day, on the top of the Siguo Peak, the hunched old man looked at Lu Jiang, who was sitting cross-legged on the 8,000th floor stairs below with his hands on the 8,000th floor. His eyes were filled with no waves, which made people unable to understand. After a long time, the old man suddenly said to himself: "Let a disciple in the Qi training stage understand the morality, will he pull the seedlings to help grow? Calamity is coming, if no disciple can understand it, will this lineage be buried in the long river of time? Unfortunately... time does not wait for others."

The old man stood for a long time and came back to his senses from his thoughts. He sighed slowly and turned around and was about to leave. When his right foot was raised, his hunched body suddenly trembled and turned his head to look upwards. His eyes gradually moved to Lu Jiang on the stone steps, and muttered in shock: "I have really realized the morality? No... This is not the original morality of life, this is... decay!! How is it possible? The prosperity will decline, the extreme will turn, the extreme will turn, the extreme will be decay, it is the power of decay..."

If it weren't for seeing Lu Jiang immersed in his perception, the old man almost had the urge to grab Lu Jiang over and check it carefully. Suppressed the shock in his heart, the old man looked at Lu Jiang and murmured: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. He once said that only one person in this world could understand the power of immortality... Could it be that this boy still has an unknown secret that I can't see through?"

"Forget it, no matter whether it is a coincidence or an unknown secret, everything has nothing to do with me." The old man murmured. After a long time, a trace of bitterness appeared on his lips and said, "God is willing to do something, but unfortunately, I don't have more time to witness the true power of decay. I am looking forward to you opening the seed of decay and planting the decay. I believe that it will shock those old monsters." After that, the old man bent back to the ancestral temple, looking at the ancestral temple, he looked lonely and knelt on one knee.

Lu Jiang didn't know the shock of the old man at this time. He was racking his brains at this time. Through these three months of hard work, Lu Jiang finally caught the pattern he could feel. The pattern could not be seen with his naked eyes, but he could only feel it with his heart. But what made Lu Jiang helpless was that he tried countless times but still could not control the pattern.

"Are you too impatient? Has it reached a certain level that everything happened?" Lu Jiang guessed. Thinking of this, he continued to close his eyes and quietly understand.
Chapter completed!