Wen Yiming didn't know how many times he experienced that state of being confused in a coma, and in the end, he really couldn't confirm whether he was in an illusion or the real world.

Repeated thousands of times, he felt like he had experienced a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, although it was just a replay in a room that he once knew repeatedly, but his mind was already messy, and his reason was on the verge of collapse.

At some point, he began to take control of this repetitive fragment, began to concentrate on analyzing everything, and he began to carefully recall and ponder all the unrealistic details in the room.

Slowly, he memorized all the details of what he wanted to do.

The door rang again, and he began to fight back, being anesthetized again and again, and he adjusted his coping plan again and again.

Gradually, he made breakthroughs, and although he was like an ordinary person in that specious illusion, he revised the plan again and again, and success became inevitable.

Finally, after countless attempts, the door rang unchecked and he escaped from the room.

When he opened the door of the room and stepped out, he found that the room he had entered was the same as the room he had just escaped, and the door behind him was gone, not far in front of him to the left, and it was still the door that was about to knock.

Repeatedly, escaping again and again, and then rushing out of the room, re-entering the familiar room, circulating...

Gradually, he felt the confusion in his mind diminish with each cycle, and the feeling was particularly strange, as if there was some kind of belief, more and more firm.

It's like...... When he first entered the Heavenly Tower, he had been awake in a coma thousands of times, entering familiar room after room, and now, as if he was walking out of room after room, as if he was gradually approaching the location where he first saw it.

For a long time...

When he escaped again, leaning against the wall and looking diagonally at the door in front of him, a clarity finally rose in his mind.

There was no confusion in his eyes, and even the two doors that appeared diagonally did not cause turmoil in his heart.

Countless times he went deep into a dreamlike coma, and in the coma he became aware of his existence, and then he kept returning to the original point, and he felt that his mind was becoming more and more resolute.

Two doors...

He stood and waited for a long time, and there was no more sound of the door.

He knew very clearly that where he was now was the feeling he had when he first stepped into the Heavenly Gift Tower, and there was no longer the illusion of being empty and confused.

Everything, except for the extra door, was exactly the same, and even the orientation of the cigarettes scattered on the ground did not change in the slightest.

The two gates seem to be able to see through the outside world, and the door on the right is the Heavenly Continent.

And the door on the left, it turned out to be able to go back to the previous life, as long as you step in, you can leave this extremely dangerous heaven-sent continent, and no longer live on the edge of life and death every day, this is not a feeling, but the reality after experiencing the infinite round-trip cycle just now.

He didn't know if it was news from the Heavenly Pagoda, but in short, the choice he faced at this moment was which door to step into.

Go back in time, or stay in the present?

Whether it was intuition, hunch, or the sense of reality conveyed by the Heavenly Pagoda, he understood that the choice at this moment was not a test, but would become true.

If he had just entered the Heavenly Gift Tower, he might hesitate.

But now, he just glanced at the gate of the world on the left that had wanted to go back countless times, and smiled indifferently.

He stepped through the gate on the right and chose to stay.

Thousands of cycles, what he needs deep down, has understood.

He misses his homeland, never forgets, encounters in countless dreams, and how many times he has returned to his homeland.

But he wants to stay with his family more, which is something that all ordinary people pursue all their lives, and it can't be more ordinary.

However, it is extremely difficult for him, because he is not yet in control of his own world, and all the life he wants needs to fight with his life, and he may not be able to get it.

Ordinary people pursue an ordinary life, and after years of vicissitudes of life and hardship, they can finally get their wish.

And he needs to fight for it all his life, but he may not have the ending he wants.

In fact, the higher the achievement, the farther away from the plain and real, what needs to be given up may be a lifetime of achievement in order to enjoy the ordinary life of chicken dog mulberry.

Wen Yiming didn't choose to stay without any hesitation, and after stepping into the door, it was still a room, still very familiar.

However, the furnishings have changed.

Tongshan Village!

The little thatched courtyard, which was his room with only one broken bed.

Countless memories flooded back, and he felt as if he was reliving everything.

He remembered the confusion when he first came, the place where he practiced in the back mountain, the red-walled courtyard of Tongshan and his wife, and Baiyang Town, where he and Shu Yilan met for the first time.

He felt a sudden pain in his heart, he didn't know whether it was his mind reminiscing, or the picture shaking rapidly in front of him, he saw countless familiar people, and saw countless places he had visited.

He stood in the humble room, and there were countless paths under his feet, guiding him to repeat.

He went to Shuangcheng with Tong Qiang, he went down the mountain alone, came to Mingyang City to contact Moxiang Shuxuan, he traveled far for the first time, and went to Puhan City...

Wen Yiming stood stunned, the small windows on the earthen wall made of straw mixed with mud were full of cobwebs, and his gaze passed through the cobwebs, as if the outside world was dividing.

Countless feelings rose in his heart, and he wondered if he was smiling.

He suddenly felt that he had returned to the calm state of mind in his previous life.

He thought that when he first came to this world, he didn't know if the soul and consciousness were not completely integrated, and he let his temperament do things on the road that he would not do now, if he was allowed to choose again now, maybe it would be much more stable.

He likes his current self, not because of his personality and style, maybe he feels that his current self is more real.

Slowly, he closed his eyes in an automatic, bits and pieces of memory, feeling his physical condition recover rapidly in the operation of the life and soul formula.

He felt that all the dark wounds and stasis were dissipating, and after experiencing the tempering of the two Heavenly Thunder Tribulations, he seemed to have extracted the moisturizing energy contained in it at this moment, constantly refining the erysipelas and impurities left in the meridians and acupuncture points, which was extremely comfortable.

He felt that the cultivation was loosening, this was not facing the loosening of the cultivation of the eighth layer of the Martial Saint, but the bottleneck of the Martial Saint's breakthrough to the God of War, although there was still a certain distance in the cultivation, but he clearly felt that the bottleneck was disappearing invisibly, very slowly, slowly, but it did not stop...

When he opened his eyes, he was already in the Heavenly Pagoda, the first floor of the empty walls.

He stepped into the second floor, and found that there was no floor space, just a spiraling staircase, like a simple wooden plank built out of thin air, extending upwards until there was no end in sight, straight into the night starry sky.

There are no walls around, the Tianci Pagoda seems to no longer exist, the scorching heat of the sky is gone, and it is dark to look around, but there are stars when you look up.

In the distance below, there was a little bonfire flickering, and he could still see Situ Qianjian and the two gods of war sitting on the ground, closing their eyes and recuperating.

He knew that at least a month had passed.

When he looked down, he found that there were no steps behind him, only an upward path.

And looking directly below, it was a void, like a bottomless abyss, and there were countless unknown unknown fogs surging under it.

(End of chapter)