Chapter Twenty-Three: The Secret Realm of the True Self

"Seventy-nine failures, so how many people survived?" Mu Han looked at the old man, this first time they met, he put endless pressure on himself, and the frightening ripples in the space could be caused by a wave of his hand under the mass grave, and he knew that this promise was equivalent to handing over his life.

"Thirteen." After a long time, Feihua said a number, and when he said this number, a tear fell from the corner of his eye, and he seemed to be relieved. "Thirteen," Mu Han muttered, and suddenly laughed, and gradually, it turned into laughter!

Feihua looked at Mu Han and laughed, but his laughter was full of sadness and self-deprecation, seventy-nine failures, four hundred and seventy-four demons, and only thirteen came out alive, what a great irony!

Suddenly, at this moment, Mu Han's gaze became fierce, "What these thousands of demons can't do, I Mu Han can!" At this moment, Feihua really discovered the difference between this young man, and he couldn't tell where the difference was. It's like walking on a muddy path surrounded by gusts of early morning fog in front of you, and it's simply impossible to look through the fog to see the scenery behind, wait! Feihua's eyes suddenly widened at this moment, and a few words popped out of her mouth vaguely, "This is his way!" ”

Whose Word? The old man didn't say anything, but he looked at Mu Han as if he was looking at another person, full of timidity and anger rising in his heart at the same time!

After a long time, the old man Feihua said slowly: "Then let's start cultivating." His eyes suddenly lit up, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face, and he continued, "Five years is not short, but it is not long. ”

Mu Han nodded, at this moment he knew that he had really given his life to this old man, but his eyes were so bright, no matter how big the matter, as long as he made up his mind to do it, then all the difficulties and setbacks would become his witnesses, not disturbers; The old man Feihua looked at Mu Han's eyes and was stunned, and then said slowly: "I'll take you to a place." ”……

A light, an insignificant light, compared to the sun, he is so small, insignificant, insignificant, that it doesn't matter what exists. But this light, in this infinite dark secret realm, is more dazzling and dazzling than the light of the sun!

Two figures stood in the darkness, but as if in the light, or rather, they had one foot in the darkness and the other in the light, so that the rickety boat could be swallowed up by one of them at any moment - but they didn't care, what the light was, what the darkness was! The darkness of this world has long been replaced by "light", and the light of this world has long since become "dark"!

"What is this place?" "The Secret Realm of the Real Self!"

Mu Han was stunned, while the old man Feihua kept looking at a lamp, a lamp burning in the dark, "The cultivation of spiritual power is also about the cultivation of the physical body, the physical body is strong enough, the muscles and veins in the body can be spacious, and the more spiritual power can be accommodated, this is the difference between high level and low level." Mu Han nodded, but he didn't understand what the old man Feihua meant, he already knew this.

Without waiting for him to ask, the old man Feihua continued, "But there are some people, at first their progress is very slow, compared to the cultivation speed of others, they are like turtles crawling, others have increased two levels a year, and he is still standing still, but after ten years, you will find that this person has suddenly changed, whether it is martial arts, formations, etc., they comprehend faster than before, and the spiritual power level is also like riding in a car, catching up with and surpassing the previous group of people at once." ”

Mu Han thought for a while and said, "Are you saying that their inner cultivation has transcended the body itself, that is, the realm, and everything has fallen into place, right?" The old man Feihua nodded with a smile and said, "That is to say, let a Dao god start cultivating from zero, as long as his cultivation body is strong enough, then the spiritual power level is as simple as eating and drinking water for him." “

"This True Self Secret Realm is a place of cultivation realm?"

"Yes, he can raise your realm to the rank of the strong, but how much you can improve depends on your own comprehension."

"Then if I cultivate here for a hundred years," Mu Han suddenly said, "Doesn't that mean that my realm can reach the Dao God?" “

"Hahaha," the old man Feihua was amused by Mu Han's words, "Do you think that the Taoist god is a grandmother who buys vegetables on the street, and she can catch a lot of them by picking them at will?" If this method can be relied upon, then this place should be called the Daoshen production base. “

"And what are you talking about?"

"You can cultivate here for up to three years, and as you cultivate for a long time, your mind will gradually get lost in it, and when three years have passed, and you haven't come out, then you will never be able to come out, because at that time, your soul has fallen into endless darkness." "That is," Mu Han said in a daze, "I have to come out in three years?" ”

"Yes, but there are pros and cons, when you can wake up in time when the three-year period is approaching, then your realm will reach a terrifying strength! But I advise you not to joke with your own life, otherwise everything will settle and you will regret it. ”

Mu Han nodded, then looked at the lamp that had been burning in the darkness and asked, "What is that lamp for?" "That's the lamp that wakes you up, the lamp that you have in your heart. Wait a minute, before you start, you have to put your lifeline into it, and you will see that in the infinite darkness, it has been burning beside you, but with the passage of time, its light will gradually fade, and if it does not come out within the allotted time, it will be extinguished, and you will die with it. ”

"Is there anyone here who hasn't come out?"

"Yes," said the old man Feihua, "there were thirty-four of them, and seventeen of them were suddenly extinguished in the second year, and when the second year was about to reach the third year, eight more had their lights extinguished, and seven of them went out suddenly on the one hundred and sixty-fifth day of the third year, and the last two were extinguished on the three hundred and eleventh day of the third year, do you know what I mean?" ”