Chapter eight hundred and eighty third thunder resounds
Bidding farewell to the old year with the sound of firecrackers, and it’s spring again in the blink of an eye. I wish everyone all the best in the new year and may you climb higher step by step!
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Low level, intermediate level, high level.
One hundred and three pills, twenty-two pills, three pills.
These are all the thoughts that are raging in Zhanaya's mind like boiling water and fire at this moment. And just one low-level pill out of one hundred and three allowed him to enter a whole new magical world. So,
What about the intermediate ones? What about the advanced ones?
Looking at the three small bamboo tubes on the table in front of him, Zhanaya trembled slightly.
He is now at the ninth level, which is also the last level of the magic apprenticeship. According to the previous teacher's teachings, as well as his own experience in the past two or three years, and the discussions of many fellow ninth-level magicians, Zhanaya generally
We know one result, that is, at level nine, the effect of meditation is the slowest and weakest, and it will inevitably become slower and weaker.
Until it has no effect at all.
Then, either the level is broken, the higher the level of mage, or the level of cultivation is regressed, including the whole body and mind, bit by bit, not fast at all, almost imperceptible, but it is real, there is no way to do it
Saved, hopelessly, retreated.
There are only these two outcomes, there is no third possibility.
Before, or before last night, Chanaya's meditation still had an effect, but that effect was already quite weak. The day when it would be completely ineffective would not be too far away. However, the dawn of promotion to a mage
, Zhanaya has not seen it at all, not at all!
Zhanaya's current state can only be said to be that he is still full of hope, but there is actually darkness ahead.
This is a situation that almost all ninth-level magicians on the continent will face sooner or later. Under this situation, the magicians staggered and groped slowly in the darkness.
Exploring forward, day after day. Year after year.
Some suddenly see a little light in the infinite darkness, and then their whole body and mind seem to be injected with endless vitality, running forward in big strides, and then their whole body and mind are surrounded by light. Then they are promoted to mage and start a new chapter in their life.
course.
Some people just persist and persist. In addition to persistence, there is only persistence until the end of life. Persistence has no way to continue.
Some persisted, and finally one day, they "awakened" and turned around, just like the many magicians Zhanaya had encountered. In fact, such magicians are not only available at the ninth level, but also at the eighth, seventh, and sixth levels.
There are five levels, four levels, three levels, and even two and one level. However, the ninth level is the most touching.
In fact, Zhanaya doesn't know if one day he will be another object of emotion in the future, but since he can still make progress, how can he stop? He can only empty all other thoughts and try his best.
, just move forward bravely.
This is the overall situation.
But in fact, in the past two years, as the effect of meditation has become weaker and weaker, a certain kind of fatigue has often struck Chanaya uninvited.
Drive them away when they come, drive them away when they come.
But it always drives it back, and drives it back again.
Zhanaya didn't know that one day, he would no longer be able to drive away this fatigue, or even one day. Even if he still had the strength to drive away, he no longer had the intention to drive away, just like the visits and exchanges he had made in the imperial capital over the years.
Like some ninth-level magicians.
Usually, Zhanaya doesn't think about these things.
The first is that I don’t dare to think about it, the second is that I don’t have the time and the mind to think about it, and the third is that even if I occasionally think about it, I put it out in time and try my best to avoid thinking about it.
But in fact, even if he doesn't think about it anymore, certain things are like shadows, hovering and stationed deep in his heart, or deep in his consciousness. Occasionally, if he is not careful, they will roll up and pop up.
One day, while sleeping, Janaya had a dream.
In the dream, just like in reality, he struggled and practiced hard. After entering the ninth level, the effect of practice gradually weakened. Finally, the day came when there was no effect at all, and Chanaya's choice was to continue, continue,
continue
How long will this continue? Zhanaya didn't know, because suddenly, he woke up.
At that time, it was midnight, and the moonlight slanted through the small window and shone on the bed, creating an indescribable feeling of coldness and loneliness.
And Zhanaya just sat on the bed in a daze, for a long, long time, until I don't know how much time passed, the moonlight was replaced by sunlight, casting a faint warmth on his body, and he seemed to have truly emerged from the nightmare.
Wake up and turn around.
Although the dream has faded, the things in the dream are so clearly imprinted in the depths of the body and mind that they can no longer go away. What you see in the dream is what you think in reality.
Will the scene in the dream actually appear in front of him in the near future?
And in reality, how long can he persist?
By then, will he really be stronger than some magicians that he secretly despised and disdained before?
Regarding this point, Channaya did not dare to vouch for himself. In a sense, it can also be said that Channaya did not trust himself. Only practitioners know how fragile this heart and intention are.
Today's self is not qualified to make any decisions for tomorrow's self. Even if it is made, it is likely to be ignored by tomorrow's self, or simply vetoed ruthlessly.
Many memories and thoughts flooded into Zhanaya's consciousness at this moment.
But at this time, Zhanaya did not control or stop him at all. Instead, he even thought about everything related to this, as if he wanted to use too much restraint, reluctance and "grievance" in the past.
At this time, let it all out.
Some people vent through wine, and some vent through tears.
And Janaya's release is through the heart, or mind.
Just standing quietly in front of the window and in front of the case, facing the three small bamboo tubes on the case, Channaya's body remained motionless, but his consciousness and mind were performing a violent wind and tsunami, until
After an unknown amount of time, the wind died down and stopped whistling.
Zhanaya raised his head slightly, facing the sky and himself, showing a faint smile.
Such a smile has not been seen for countless years. It seems that the years have gone back for decades, and the youth, endless vitality, and more importantly, the most vivid dreams are once again permeated throughout the whole world.
Internally and externally.
Looking back at the three small bamboo tubes in front of the case, Zhanaya felt too much happiness, excitement, luck and gratitude.
At the same time, there was also some jealousy that made him feel embarrassed.
Yes, it's jealousy.
Such good stuff, such good stuff!
How can such an incredible magical thing that can greatly promote spiritual practice be obtained so easily! It is so easy that anyone can get it! The advanced ones may be more difficult, the intermediate ones may be slightly more difficult, and that
Low-level, what he personally experienced yesterday, even the farmers tending the fields, can get it effortlessly, right?
This is really, really
Zhanaya didn't know how to say it.
However, this senseless jealousy only lasted for a very short time. After a while, Zhanaya strode directly outside. After not far away, he directly cast a spell and began to "teleport" continuously. , the target is just outside the city.
As for what we are going to do, is there any need to say?
In fact, at this moment, before this moment, after this moment, in this imperial capital, in other cities, in other imperial capitals, in other imperial cities, in the Western Continent, in the Eastern Continent, in the Southern Continent, in the Beida 6. In the Central Continent, countless "Zhanayas" are being born, or emerging.
The Shiquan Dabu Pill, which comes from the hands of those from the divine realm who have already seen through the rules of cultivation in this world, has no doubt that it is indeed a good thing. It is a good thing that surprises, excites and even makes the cultivators in this world, whether it is a high-level product or not. Whether it's intermediate, or even just low-level, it's all average and unbelievable.
If there is no absolute force to push from top to bottom, even if such things are openly leaked at first, they will be intercepted and "circulated" after a very short period of time. Only a few or even a very small number of people are qualified to use them. . Or even though there is absolute power to promote it, if resources are too scarce, there will still be various problems during the implementation process.
But now, if the required herbs are everywhere, and if the shelf life of the finished medicine is only a short two or three months, it will be useless no matter how much you hoard, then
Then the original intention of the promoter, or the scene that Zhanaya thought about, will inevitably appear without any difficulty. Even the farmers tending the fields can obtain it without too much effort, as long as They want to.
The creation is speechless but has feelings. Every time the cold comes, spring comes into being. Everything is arranged in a thousand colors, just waiting for the first sound of new thunder.
In someone's previous life, there was an ancient poem that said this.
At this moment, the cloth of the Shiquan Dabu Pill formula is like a new thunder rolling across the world. The thunder resounds and the whole world is shaken. The drizzle that follows will never stop. No matter how high or low, we nourish everyone in this world.
However, even with this moisture, how long will it take for this area of the world to truly bloom in a large area and become a thousand reds and purples?
Will it take one year, two years, three years, or longer?
But no matter what, those who are thirsty, those who are passionate, and those who are strong will bloom first.
And every one of them will be a hope. (To be continued.)