The inner sect disciples who came to watch the excitement were in high spirits and curiously looked at the top ten inner sect disciples sitting cross-legged on the white jade stone platform.
In an instant, the white jade stone platform burst into blazing light, and strange runes appeared in the void, squirming as if alive, rushing towards the ten figures.
boom!
Xiao Ye's body trembled, and his eyes felt dark. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly found that he was already in a vast world.
Huhu——
The cold wind howled by, and the air was filled with desolation.
"Is this...an illusion?" Xiao Ye was startled and looked around carefully.
Da da da!
At this moment, old men with withered bodies and exhausted blood came over from a distance, dragging their old bodies.
Rumble!
The white hair of these old men danced wildly, and waves of astonishing energy surged across the sky, forming a powerful pressure that shook the sky.
"So strong!" Xiao Ye's pupils shrank violently, his face full of shock.
The energy fluctuations in these old men's bodies, the worst ones, were at the innate limit level, and there were also existences that even Xiao Ye could not fathom, and the aura they exuded had the power to split the sky.
There were so many of these old men that there was no end in sight. Their eyes were silent and they walked slowly, as if they had lost their own beliefs and didn't even know where the end point of their journey was.
"Give up. It's too difficult to reach the realm of Xuanwu. It's better to enjoy yourself in time in your limited life and not live in vain." An old man with innate extreme cultivation sighed long and broke away from the team.
Take a step towards the other direction.
There was a splendid palace, with wine and delicacies filling the terrace. Countless pink beauties were singing and dancing, and their beautiful bodies were looming, full of endless temptations.
The old man walked up to the throne in the main hall step by step, hugged him from left to right, raised his head and laughed, and remained silent.
Immediately afterwards, more old men whose cultivation reached their innate limits left the team.
Some people return to the place of their birth, reunite with their descendants, abandon their martial arts, enjoy their old age, and return to their roots.
There are also people who go looking for the beauty of their former friends, retracing the path of their youth and pursuing the lost beautiful memories.
Xiao Ye's face was pale. The impact of these scenes was too great for him, and he could deeply feel the emotions of those old men.
"Although I, Nangong Lie, have achieved the realm of Xuanwu, I have no hope of reaching the realm of Xuwu. I know I can't do it, so why should I persist so hard?"
At this time, an old man whose body was filled with extremely powerful martial arts essence stopped, his eyes were confused, and he stopped moving forward.
"Ten percent of the true meaning of martial arts, a strong man in the Xuanwu Realm!" Xiao Ye was horrified. The ten percent of the true meaning of martial arts imprisoned him and made him unable to move.
Even if the opponent just raises his hand slightly, he can be killed.
This old man in the Xuanwu Realm turned around and walked into a desolate place. With his own power, he swept across the world and established a powerful country. Sitting on thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, he became a king and was worshiped by everyone.
give up!
give up!
give up!
More old people left the team and started another way of life.
"Have even the Xuanwu Realm experts given up on martial arts?" A trace of confusion gradually appeared in Xiao Ye's eyes.
The illusion is so real and so real that Xiao Ye can't tell the difference at this time.
The originally huge team gradually shrank, with only less than 10% of the people remaining, still insisting on moving forward, pursuing the end of martial arts.
But the confusion in their eyes became stronger and stronger. Every time they took a step, their bodies stooped a little, and they grew older rapidly. Their snow-like white hair was floating, full of desolation.
Plop!
An old man in the Xuanwu Realm who persisted in taking steps was so old that he staggered to the ground and never got up again. He turned into a handful of dust and floated in the sky and earth, adding to the desolation.
Time is like a knife, it can cut down the genius, no one can resist it.
Xiao Ye silently followed the team, watching the powerful old men fall down one after another, and his original vitality, which was like an ocean, also declined rapidly.
The inky black hair gradually became dry, and the wrinkles on his young face were etched by time. His steps became heavier and heavier, and his speed became slower and slower.
"Where is the end of martial arts? Do I still have a chance?" Xiao Ye looked forward with confusion.
At this time, there was only an old man in golden armor left in front of him. He remained silent. Ten percent of the true meaning of martial arts turned into a vast field. He resisted the pressure of time and took steps persistently.
.
Finally, the old man stopped and looked at the path of martial arts with his cloudy eyes, full of despair.
He couldn't hold on any longer. Time had deprived him of his vitality. If he moved forward, he would have no time to complete what he wanted to accomplish.
"In pursuit of the pinnacle of martial arts, I made countless enemies. My wife and children were killed, and my parents did not end well. I wanted to take revenge, but I didn't have the strength."
"Then what's the use of me practicing martial arts!" The old man staggered and laughed, and the golden armor on his body shattered inch by inch, just like his collapsed faith.
The old man's body was trembling, and he stepped towards the other direction.
There are two lonely graves there, covered with weeds and swaying in the cold wind.
The old man staggered and sat in front of the tomb, gently stroking the two tombstones. Tears rolled down his eyes, full of guilt.
He spent the last days of his life in front of the grave, and finally turned into withered bones.
All of this was truly presented in front of Xiao Ye, causing his emotions to fluctuate violently.
"Am I the only one left now?" Xiao Ye looked up at the road in front of him and stopped moving forward. A feeling of despair spread throughout his body, causing cracks in his martial arts heart.
"Everyone gives up, why should I persist?"
He seemed to have fallen into an abyss and it was difficult to climb out.
boom!
At this moment, the tower-shaped mark on his chest suddenly revealed a faint light, and a sense of coolness poured into Xiao Ye's mind, making him wake up.
"Tower of Time!"
Xiao Ye lowered his head to look at the tower-shaped mark on his chest and was stunned.
"I still have the Tower of Time!" Xiao Ye's eyes quickly disappeared with despair and confusion.
"I have only one talent. I originally had no hope of pursuing martial arts, but now I can stand at the pinnacle of the inner sect. Why should I give up!" Xiao Ye's eyes were filled with divine light and he looked straight ahead.
The Tower of Time, and the third, fourth and fifth floors he has never set foot on, why should he give up?
"Others can't do it, but I, Xiao Ye, can definitely do it! I will definitely reach the pinnacle of martial arts and stand shoulder to shoulder with the four emperors of the human race!" Xiao Ye stepped forward with a firm expression.
The road to martial arts has no idea where it will end. Time is like a knife, cutting into Xiao Ye's body, making him older and older, but he moves forward step by step, full of determination.
"My goal is to become the Great Emperor and sweep away all the enemies in the sky!" Xiao Ye roared, showing his unyieldingness. The roar shook the void, as if he had traveled through the long river of time and was fighting against the heavens.
At this time, the power of time became stronger, turning him into an old man with white hair like snow and a stooped body, but the determination in Xiao Ye's eyes became stronger.
The more difficult it is, the more unwilling he is!
Even if time wants to stop me, I will step on time under my feet.
At this moment, Xiao Ye's martial arts heart was pure and innocent, and he became more powerful. He actually withstood the power of time and stopped aging.
…
Outside the fantasy world.
Bang!
Within a few breaths of the ten young people sitting down, a figure was ejected and sat on the ground in disgrace.
"It's Zhang Huwei!" the inner disciples watching the excitement exclaimed.
Zhang Huwei sat on the ground, his eyes full of confusion. He was still immersed in the environment just now and couldn't extricate himself.
"Wake up!" the great elder said, his voice full of strange power, which went straight into Zhang Huwei's heart and woke him up.
"Great Elder." Zhang Huwei quickly got up with a guilty look on his face.
After going through this level, he knew very well that the sooner he was ejected, the weaker his true intention of martial arts was. If he could not persist in his true intention of martial arts, how could he pursue martial arts?
The great elder naturally knew what Zhang Huwei was thinking. He said calmly: "The three of us will not necessarily choose those with strong martial arts aspirations when choosing disciples. If you perform well in the next two levels, you will still have a chance."
Although Zhang Huwei heard this sentence, he was still very unwilling.
He was ranked third in the inner gate and was the first to be ejected. It was really embarrassing.
Bang!
Bang!
The next moment, two more figures were ejected from the white jade stone platform at the same time. Like Zhang Huwei, their faces were full of confusion, and then they were awakened by the great elder.
In less than a day, only two of the ten young people were left, Xiao Ye and Leng Feng.
"Third Junior Sister, it seems that Xiao Ye is not as unbearable as you said." The elder looked at the two figures on the white jade stone platform, his eyes full of admiration.
"Huh, it's only been one day. Tomorrow he will fall into the illusion before Leng Feng and then be ejected." The third elder said coldly.
"I admire this little guy very much. In our sect, there are only a few people who can persist on the white jade platform for more than a day. As long as his performance in the next two levels is not bad, I will accept him as a direct disciple. As for
Leng Feng, I will not compete with senior brother." The fat second elder showed a rare smile.
The third elder frowned when he heard this and said no more.
Soon, five days passed, but the two figures on the white jade stone platform were still sitting cross-legged.
"Zhao Qian, the proud son of heaven in our sect, can last for eight days on the white jade stone platform. Can these two little guys compare to Zhao Qian?" The elder's eyes were full of expectation.
It’s been a long time since the Chongyang Sect saw a disciple with such a strong martial arts heart.
When seven and a half days passed, something unexpected happened on the white jade stone platform. A figure trembled and was ejected.
"Who could it be?" Many inner disciples quickly opened their eyes and looked.
During this time, they have learned that the longer they can persist on the white jade platform, the stronger their martial arts will be.
Among the two top geniuses in the inner sect, Xiao Ye and Leng Feng, who will last longer?
(The first chapter is here, the second chapter is at night.) (To be continued)
