The mountains and rivers are broken, the scenery is bleak, the air is gray, and the desolation and loneliness envelop this place, some depressing, and some miserable.

It is like a world that has been destroyed, there are no flowers and trees, no birds, beasts, fish and insects, and there are only ruined mountains and broken land.

The gravel and rocks were swept by the evil qi, forming a flood that ravaged the heavens and the earth.

This is a scene that has not changed here for thousands of years.

Loneliness and loneliness make it difficult to calm down.

This place is like a purgatory hell, giving people who enter this place spiritual refining and baptism.

It's an ordeal, but it's also a metamorphosis, which comes from the spiritual level.

The damaged road shrouds this place, and there is a kind of vicissitudes of thought in the loneliness and loneliness, which lasts forever, as if the ancients have never gone far, and some people are still telling the past of the ancients.

It is an ancient history of blood and tears, unyielding and unwilling.

The mountains and rivers are bleeding, and the flames are weeping.

For a full month, Qiu Shaobai didn't go anywhere, nor did he get up, like a stone without any breath of life, sitting cross-legged in the cave.

He is thinking, contemplating, comprehending, and grasping something useful for his body from this boundless, vicissitudes of thought.

At first, he would open his eyes from time to time, with doubt, puzzlement, and amazement.

Mind, this is something that evolves when the level of spiritual power reaches a certain level.

The thoughts of the ancient sages and Buddhas, the long river of time, the rotation of the universe can not be buried, and the thoughts still exist forever.

This is where he marvels.

Nowadays, in the Earth Federation, warriors and genetic warriors occupy a dominant position, and they are the mainstay of human existence.

However, whether it is a martial artist or a genetic warrior, the focus is on the explosion of physical body and martial arts, ignoring spiritual power.

In the hearts of many people, spiritual power can only be used to speed up the comprehension of martial arts and martial arts, perhaps, some geniuses can use this to deduce the effect of spiritual power to enhance their own coercion.

But he now knows that these are just scratching the surface.

Even, the use of the spiritual power he had figured out himself to turn into weapons to kill the enemy was only a small trick, insignificant.

The spirit turns into an idea, a thought blooms, a thought falls, even if the body dies, the idea lasts forever, and will always bless the descendants.

This is the direction of the evolution of spiritual power.

He was delighted when he first caught it, however, he frowned then.

Because, the spirit is transformed into thoughts, one thought cuts the heavens and the earth, and one thought turns into eternity, such a realm is too far away from his current level of spiritual power, so far that it is unfathomable.

In the end, he gave up this kind of enlightenment, and instead hoped that this immortal vicissitudes of life could baptize his spiritual power, refine and polish, and sublimate.

This is the result of his pondering, and this kind of mind also has the effect of sharpening mental power.

Use your own spiritual strength to respond to this heavenly thought, let yourself resonate, and get baptism.

It can be said that this is the reason why the immortal thoughts of the ancient sages have always shrouded this place, and even if they die, they should protect future generations and give the greatest help.

In the end, Qiu Shaobai sighed, thanked him silently, no longer had other thoughts, and seriously carried out his own training and transformation.

A month passed, and his mind gradually fell silent, and in the end, he seemed to have lost the breath of life, like a stubborn stone, sitting in this place without wavering.

He was cultivating at a deep level.

The spiritual power seems to have detached from the main body and turned into a seed, taking root and sprouting here.

This seed is very tender, very small, very small, as if it could be annihilated at any time, and there is a vast amount of thought in this heaven and earth.

However, this subtle and immature seed was not destroyed in the end, and the mind in the vast heaven and earth seemed to be conscious, refining this seed, grinding away the dross of the seed itself, without harming the body.

This seed then seems to be really native to this world, trying to cater to the vast idea, as if it wants to take root and sprout, grow into a big tree, and rejuvenate this world.

It's a tough process and it's a long one.

Qiu Shaobai has no sorrow or joy, his spirit is detached, he has gained and gained, but the external breath of life is passing.

An ordinary person, who does not eat or drink for a month, is a contempt for life, if it were not for his physical strength, the flesh and blood were full of energy at the beginning, and it is estimated that he would have turned into ashes early.

At this time, he is like a stone, his spiritual power has turned into a seed, and the breath of life is weak, if you don't look carefully, it is difficult to know that this is a person.

Even, in the past month, gray gravel, mountain rocks, and dust in the distance have risen and fallen, and many of them have fallen on him, making his appearance turn into stones.

The dust was thick and obscured the color of his flesh.

But if you look closely, you can still see clearly, his body no longer has a divine glow blooming, no longer has a divine light flowing, and his skin is shriveled and shriveled, like a withered old tree, and like gray dust covering his body.

The light dimmed, his body lost its vitality, and he looked like an old man in his final form.

Even, his hair was no longer shiny and gray.

In the past month, his life qi has passed very badly, and even his physique can't hold up this kind of passing.

The important thing is that there is a bad aura pervading this place, although this evil qi is not deliberately aimed at people of his level, but the long-term erosion is also a kind of impetus to the passage of his vitality.

Time was still going on, Qiu Shaobai was rooted here like a stubborn stone, without any fluctuations, and even in the end, the sound of his heartbeat was weakening, and sometimes it was even a few minutes apart to hear a beating sound.

If an outsider is here, he must be considered dead.

But, on the forty-ninth day, there was movement here.

"The sky is crying blood, and Yan Huang is crying. ”

A dream-like voice sounded from that 'stubborn stone'.

"The unyielding and unwilling blood and tears cannot be dispersed for thousands of years, integrated into the mind, and alerted future generations. ”

The voice of the dream continued to sound, with doubts and confusion.

Then, the voice gradually became louder and clearer, no longer confused, but the doubts were still there.

"I ...... Witnessed those years?"

Eventually, the place lit up with a light, like lightning, illuminating the gray world.

Flutter!

The sky is full of dust, the stubborn stone is not the stubborn stone after all, Qiu Shaobai woke up, the skin was shriveled and the hair lost its luster, only a pair of eyes, bright and bright.

"What kind of great battle was that? The mountains and rivers are crumbling, the sky is dripping blood, the Yan Huang is crying, and the sky is full of immortals and holy Buddhas roaring. ”

He whispered, with a sadness in his bright, bright eyes.

In a month, the spiritual power turned into a seed, sprouting and growing in this heaven and earth.

It was as if he had really returned to that ancient world, his spiritual power resonated with boundless thoughts, and in a trance he even saw the passing scenes.