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Chapter 657: Altar, changing pillars

After harvesting an altar, Li Changan was in a very good mood.

Although Taihao said that there must be a witch master behind this.

But this kind of thing should not be stopped due to choking.

The worst case scenario is to just run away, since Taihao is still there to support him.

As long as you can build your own altar, all adventures are worth it.

There are still a little more than four years left before the final war between the five races.

If I don’t work hard to improve at this time, what chance will there be?

Are you just waiting to die?

After all, my fourth grade is still too weak.

Facing the third grade, he is still powerless.

No matter how many methods are used, the gap in absolute strength cannot be smoothed out by endless means.

Trying my best, I can only barely break through the defense.

How many times does this have to be hit before it can really hurt?

Even relying on his speed, he can strike hundreds or thousands of times.

But as long as the opponent can hit him with one move, that's enough.

Altar, related to the sacred.

Help yourself to quickly enter the third level, and there will definitely be no problems.

Return to Netherworld King City.

Li Changan began to compare Taihao's altar with the altar in his hand.

Regular threads flowed in his eyes.

Rules and rules, even if the angle of entry is different, will have completely different effects.

Therefore, even if you have red eyes, trying to completely recreate an altar is an unimaginably huge project.

Time passes quietly,

One month later,

Li Changan came back from outside again and took out another altar. "Sure enough, the Gu God is expanding rapidly. He must have discovered something."

Taihao is constantly condensing his own divine power with the help of the altar, and using the divine power to help him break through quickly.

Today, he has successfully entered the realm of the second-level witch master, and because of his divine power, his cultivation speed is increasing by leaps and bounds.

Li Changan is very familiar with this divine power. Not only is it exactly the same as the Ancestral Witch Blood, it is also almost the same.

The drop of ancestral witch blood that I got originally was probably a drop of divine power condensed from Zhu Rong's ancestral witch altar.

"The world is about to undergo a great change. Some beings who should have grown old in the long river of time and space are unwilling to be left alone and want to run out."

Hearing what Taihao said, Li Changan couldn't help but twitch his face and twitch the corners of his mouth, "If you want to be unwilling to be lonely, you should be the pioneer, right?"

Taihao shook his head, "This is different. I didn't become a god back then. Even if I return, it won't have much impact."

"But once you become a god, you are too involved with this world. If you are not careful, it will cause irreparable damage to the world. Therefore, those who become gods and saints leave and cannot come back."

As he said that, he glanced at the altar that Li Changan brought back.

"The reason why I can build my own altar is because I was only one step away from becoming a god and could already pry into the sacred mysteries."

"That Gu God should have become a god back then, but now he has reappeared in the world by unknown means."

“But the altar is dedicated to Him, so it must have something to do with holiness.”

"You have a profound foundation and are even many times stronger than I was back then."

"But it's almost impossible to have your own natal altar."

Li Changan sat down cross-legged, with two altars placed in front of him, "So, what do you mean...?"

"I can carve out an altar for you. In the future, when I become a god, you can become an envoy of the god, inferior to one person and superior to hundreds of millions of people." Taihao said seriously,

"You must also be aware of the imminent great changes in the world, that's why you practice so sleeplessly."

"But time is too tight. How long will it take you to penetrate the sacred mysteries? One year? Two years? Five years?"

Li Changan raised his eyebrows noncommittally, "It's not my style to give up so easily."

"After I give up, I will ask you for an altar again."

In his sea of ​​consciousness, there was a shadow of an altar that was slowly rotating.

It's just that this altar is not complete and still has many flaws.

But even so, if Taihao knew about it, he would be so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

In the past month, apart from extracting the power of the ancient stars to temper themselves, the three great souls have spent most of their energy on the altar of enlightenment.

The golden eyes of the Tathagata that break all illusions can penetrate the rules of heaven and earth without any explanation;

The Netherworld Emperor's karmic black eyes can see through the flow of power behind the operation of rules;

The mortal eyes of Taishang Hongchen combine the power of the two and provide a deeper rule-running trajectory.

All the insights of the three great spirits are gathered in the body of the deity.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the golden elixir rises and falls in the ocean-like mana.

The mutton-fat jade book above always exudes a faint halo, stabilizing the sea of ​​consciousness.

When the altar appeared, the mutton-fat jade book seemed to react, but in the end it didn't move much, and it always hung high above the sea of ​​consciousness.

The altar condensed by Li Changan is not a square altar, but forms the shape of a right triangular pyramid.

Each of the three souls occupies one side, and underneath is the sea of ​​consciousness that supports it.

Crystal clear, like a regular crystal.

Magnificent and thrilling.

Each of the lines above needs to be carefully compared and carved carefully. A slight mistake may affect other lines.

If one does not possess the three great souls and truly enters the divine realm, no one can complete such a vast project.

Li Changan looked at the two simple altars in front of him, suddenly reached out and cut off the rules of one of the altars.

"Click."

A crisp sound sounded, and a crack suddenly appeared on one of the altars.

Taihao opened his eyes suddenly and looked over.

Li Changan's actions did not stop because of the cracks on the altar, but continued to take action.

Cut off the regular thread above again and again.

It is just a sub-altar, so the threads of rules contained in it are not as tough as the rules of heaven and earth.

On the altar, hideous cracks appeared one after another.

Li Changan's speed of cutting the regular threads became faster and faster.

finally,

"Wow..."

Altars were torn apart into thousands of pieces by him.

He picked up one of the pieces, and the rules began to appear in his eyes, and then he began to compare it with the identical complete sub-altar next to it.

After reading one piece, replace it with the next piece.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the altar that had already taken shape began to undergo some changes and additions.

"Sure enough, only by dismantling it can we see clearly the internal arrangement of rules."

Li Changan picked up the fragments and compared them with the complete altar again and again, and it seemed that he finally found a suitable method of understanding.

Taihao also seemed to be attracted by his movements and watched his movements quietly.

Another month later,

Li Changan put down the last fragment of the altar in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.

The altar in the sea of ​​consciousness is almost completely formed.

The foundation has been laid, but it still lacks its own divinity.

Each divinity has its own title.

The Shinto that Taihao cultivated back then was called divinity.

If you change it to a name that is easier to understand, it is the way you have cultivated.

Because everyone’s way of cultivating is different.

Even if they are all practicing literary arts, the literary palace is different, the literary system is different, and the grammar is also different.

Then the Tao formed by itself is naturally completely different.

The same is true for martial arts.

But these are not all for Li Changan.

There are not many suitable references for the path he is taking now.

It is difficult to imprint your own way on the altar.

You must reorganize your own spiritual path.

Because when we collect incense and offer it in the future, we need to allow others to follow suit.

It is similar to the concept of poetry and literature being handed down from generation to generation and collecting fame.

In fact, it is a disguised form of collecting incense for worship.

Aren’t the poems and articles recited by people all over the world just offering incense?

Suddenly, Li Changan realized a problem.

There seemed to be countless thunderclaps in his heart, which made his soul tremble.

"Since ancient times, so many poems and essays have been passed down orally, and the reputation accumulated by them is really incense."

"Where did all the incense go?"

"The scribes did not get incense. Some of them only stirred up the destiny of the world and produced literary spirit on the list of literary saints."

Li Changan narrowed his eyes slightly, "This... it's a bit like substituting one thing for another..."


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