bestfiction Chapter 211 Revolving Lantern?
Chapter 211 Revolving Lantern?
Gao Jin's figure gradually blurred and moved further away from him, and the indistinct crowd in front of him also disappeared into the distance.
Zhong Ming felt himself falling. After a moment of hesitation, he seemed to have lost his chance for revenge forever. After a dizzying spin, the familiar scene returned.
Gao Jin floated up, high above, his gaze coldly sweeping downwards as if he were looking at an insect.
Countless shadows surrounded him, whispering amongst themselves, but he could not hear them from a distance.
All he could hear was the sound of rushing water.
Once again, he felt like an ant on earth, gazing up at the celestial beings in the heavens.
This time, it's different.
A voice in his heart grew clearer and clearer, a storyteller's voice, a captivating narrator speaking, his spittle flying as the protagonist of a storyteller spoke, who couldn't stand the heavens, so he fought his way up to them.
The Mind Technique: The Ancestor of Humanity Conquers Heaven.
A surge of power pumped from my heart into my entire body, making me feel as if I were on fire. Every drop of blood was boiling, and my body was squeezing out every last bit of strength.
Zhong Ming steadied himself and started running, watching the figure in the sky.
He didn't know why he was running, but since the ancestor of humanity, Hong Rong, hadn't stopped running, he wouldn't stop either.
dash forward.
The scene shifted unconsciously, the surrounding environment changing like fog, gathering and dissipating, and in an instant he arrived at the highest peak in the Northwest. The summit was right in front of him, the wind and snow making his body stiff, and the thin air at high altitude was slowly taking his life.
If Heaven is unjust, I will go to the highest place, to the highest place, and shout to Heaven and Earth.
His body staggered, while his soul galloped wildly.
go ahead!
With one step, Zhong Ming's feet suddenly became flat ground. The sound of blood rushing through his veins vanished in an instant, and the conversations of the people around him filled his ears again.
Suddenly, he felt a lightness in his body, and the pressure on his internal organs disappeared. At the same time, the spiritual energy that had been frantically mobilized began to act violently, turning into a torrent that surged through his meridians.
His face was contorted like a demon's.
No one around paid any attention to this side. Only Matt and his friends glanced over casually. When they saw that Zhong Ming had come up just before the deadline, they curled their lips and thought that Zhong Ming was being too conservative. They wondered if it was necessary to go to such lengths to save energy.
However, it's above.
The group of powerful cultivators who controlled the formation nearly went wild when a large, dust-covered bell suddenly rang out, making their eardrums ache.
"What's going on? The bell rang?"
"Could there be a peerless genius among these people? What a coincidence! This 'Road to Heaven' has been used as an elite assessment for military academies for so many years, when has it ever been so noisy?"
The bell tolled with terrifying sound waves, carrying the surrounding spiritual energy as it crashed into the barrier. The leading powerful cultivator reacted quickly, immediately using his cultivation technique to completely seal the area; otherwise, if this force were to escape, the new recruits below would be in danger.
This caused the bell to ring continuously, making it impossible to tell exactly how many times it had rung.
"Quick, go see who came up six breaths ago."
"That's not right. The assessment is over, and those people came up panting. How could there be a genius among them?" The burly man in the bearskin was stunned, and he wished he could kick the bell down.
"No, could it be another situation from the legend?" An old woman suddenly remembered something and hurriedly opened a parchment scroll.
"It records two situations in which the Dao bell rings: one is when a naturally gifted person ascends the mountain, and the other is... when a mortal ascends to immortality."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" the burly man shouted. "These are all new recruits, at least at the third level of Qi Refining, all cultivators with spiritual roots. Mortals don't even have spiritual roots, how could they be selected and trained until now? Absolutely impossible."
How can you cultivate without spiritual roots? Does your cultivation level just fall from the sky?
"The facts are right before our eyes!" the old woman retorted in the same loudest voice. She hadn't shouted like that in a long time, and her voice was distorted, sounding sharp and shrill.
Under the influence of the bell, everyone subconsciously spoke loudly, and for a moment everyone was in a flurry of activity. Only one tall and handsome man remained silent, waiting for the bell to stop.
That giant bell is a sacred treasure passed down through generations, how could it possibly malfunction? Could it be that each generation that nurtured it made a mistake?
Spiritual treasures can be roughly divided into three types of origins. One type is the chosen ones, which are those that fall from the sky for reasons unknown. They are in the form of spiritual treasures as soon as they fall, but their spirits have just begun to awaken and they are the object of contention among various forces.
One type is nurtured underground, treasures that have been nurtured for countless years. Many of these become stone spirits or similar creatures. However, some are made from materials of such high quality that it is too difficult for them to develop a soul. Ultimately, their souls become artifact spirits, which need to roam the world to achieve fulfillment. They are often very good at hiding, making it extremely difficult to find nurtured earth-born spiritual treasures.
The last type is the spiritual treasure imbued with human essence, which is often refined by powerful beings. Because it is extremely difficult to make, many weapon-refining masters cannot refine even one in their entire lives. Most of the existing ones were refined by our ancestors and nurtured by generations of descendants, becoming stronger and stronger.
The characteristic of this kind of magical artifact is that its spirit is very obedient. It will slowly become stronger if someone nurtures it, but if no one nurtures it for a long time, its strength will decline very quickly.
This precious bell is now practically the crown jewel of the Chen family dynasty's military academy, a protective shield for future generals. How could it be wrong? Even if we are all wrong, it will never be wrong.
After a while, the bell finally stopped. The area inside the array was in a mess, with wine cups and dishes scattered all over the ground. Various magical treasures shone brightly, protecting the cultivators, and many of the underground restrictions were broken.
"Have you all recovered?"
"Oh my god, that's really scary." "Yeah, yeah, whoever wants to do this job can do it from now on, I'm definitely not coming back."
"Then, who should investigate who caused this bell to ring? And who should invite Master Yuan over to inspect whether there is a problem with this precious bell?"
Soon, a carefree male cultivator spontaneously went to call for the weapon-refining master, while the burly man wearing a tiger skin angrily ran out of the formation to find the "culprit".
At this moment, Zhong Ming was unaware of how astonishing his feat of climbing this mountain with a body devoid of spiritual roots was; all he felt was a lingering fear.
Um, I just saw Qingxi Town and Gaojin...
Is a carousel-like display appearing?
An old man once said that people see their memories of their entire life before they die.
Oh my god, did I almost die there?