Yesterday, he had already discovered that looking at the black sky here was not the same as looking at the night sky outside. It's subtle and I can't say it, but once you've experienced it, you'll know what it's like.

The dark night, a dark night where you can't see your fingers, Situ Hao's eyes are as indifferent and calm as an ostrich, but he seems to see that the night has turned into pieces of flowing water, flowing.

Sometimes, it becomes a silent old man again, and the night will not have its own form, but Situ Hao has this feeling, it is whispering, as if it is complaining, and it seems to be a solemn prayer.

"Ever-changing."

Situ Hao sat cross-legged, sitting at an angle between the hillside and the grass. He neither falls nor needs to look up to see the sky.

When I raised my head slightly and opened my eyes, I saw a low, murmuring dark old man in front of me.

After Situ Hao opened his eyes, he whispered like this, and those eyes, as if they were on fire, suddenly flashed a red light. Situ Hao felt that something seemed to be quietly sprouting in his heart.

It's just that he also understands that it will take time to wait for this thing to grow up completely.

After concentrating on cultivating the fragments of the Burial Heavenly Sutra, Situ Hao's most intuitive feeling was that the wild dragon had always emphasized a balance from beginning to end. Everything seems to exist to maintain such a balance.

This feeling was very strong, so that Situ Hao even felt that this burial technique was better than a balance punch compared to the burial of the Heavenly Scripture fragment.

But how easy is it to balance the energy of the complex form in the body, this is not something that can be done overnight, and now Situ Hao is also a little confused, is it really necessary to do this?

Looking at the undertaker in this world, none of them was fighting to reach the limit of one of his abilities, but now he heard that the dragon was sending a signal to him.

Balance, unless you want to maintain a balance of all the different root forms of energy in your body, you can't enter the third stage of cultivation. For Situ Hao, this is not that he can't do it, but he doesn't want to do it.

First of all, let's not talk about whether he feels the need to do that at all, just say that even if he does it for the reason, there will be a kind of energy consumption in the process of energy conversion.

This is because this is to forcibly change the distribution of energy in the body, and then let the more powerful part of the energy in the body, just like the aura of heaven and earth, to support the weaker part of the energy.

This is different from the undertaker's own use of energy, as long as he uses it for a little time and works hard to cultivate, the energy can still be restored.

However, to transform energy from the root form and seek balance is equivalent to less is less, like scooping away a scoop of water, directly equaling nothing.

Situ Hao thought calmly, if he wanted to balance the energy in his body now, his cultivation was estimated to regress, Situ Hao felt a pain in his head, but there was nothing he could do. Do you want to give up cultivating and burying the fragments of the Heavenly Scripture?

Now, the reason why Situ Hao is so distressed is precisely because he faintly perceives the value of this set of burial techniques, although it is only a low-level fragment of burial techniques.

However, Situ Hao felt that the things contained in this burial technique were by no means just explained by its level.

Situ Hao felt that the reason why this Burial Heavenly Scripture fragment was a low-level fragment might ultimately be his choice to maintain balance.

Quietly stare at the night sky, and after a long time, you will feel that the night sky is also staring at you.

In fact, everything is like this, after a long time, I am alive, I feel that everything is alive, I am afraid of ghosts, and everything I see is like a ghost.

I'm happy, everyone seems to be laughing, I'm sad, and the world seems to be dead. Everything in the world is a metaphor, Situ Hao thought silently.

Then, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he slowly opened his mouth, and his eyes gradually widened, and then he remembered the ever-changing night sky. Yes, metaphor, everything in the world is a metaphor, in fact, the dark night sky that seems to have turned into an old man just now is also like this.

It doesn't matter what it is, what matters is that it can have a kaleidoscopic energy. And to do that, Situ Hao thought, that kind of excellent, flawless balance is absolutely indispensable.

The reason why the night is the night is that there are 10,000 images in the eyes of 10,000 people, but each of them is born from the darkness because it is a pitch black with no fingers in sight.

The night is pitch black, it can't be pink, it's golden, it's not as gorgeous as a rainbow, and if anyone has ever seen that weird night sky, it's another question.

Situ Hao felt his heart beating violently. He understood, maybe he wasn't right, and at the moment it was just a momentary hot-headedness.

However, after coming here to study this fragment of the Burial Heavenly Scripture, Situ Hao had such a clear feeling of getting the answer for the first time.

The reason why the night sky is darker, deeper and deeper is because it is so that you can feel this perfect balance.

How do you get people to think deeply about something? It's simple, just put that thing in front of him, zoom in, and keep magnifying until he can no longer act like he doesn't see anything.

Whether this is an illusion or not, Situ Hao himself doesn't know, after all, although the mad dragon died from going mad, but the cultivation is also in the Nine Burial Heaven realm, the spell cast by the powerhouse of that realm, Situ Hao can see through it is a strange thing, so he didn't focus on this.

What Situ Hao really pondered, or what he had been focusing on, was that if this was really the case, then why did the dragon do it?

Now he understood once and for all - the dragon hoped that the burial master who had inherited this burial technique could understand that the balance of the five fingers that could not be seen was the most crucial key to comprehending the true meaning of this fragment of the Burial Heavenly Scripture.

In the cultivation of funeral arts, the most difficult thing is actually the so-called epiphany.

Some people may be very diligent and have spent countless efforts in cultivation, but in the end, they can only watch those burial masters of the same period far surpass themselves.

That's not because he didn't work hard enough, but because he was at this moment of epiphany, for Situ Hao now, understanding this matter as soon as possible actually has endless benefits for his own funeral master path.

This low-level fragment of the burial technique, which has poured out the efforts of the mad dragon, is actually like a microcosm of this burial master's path, and at the beginning, he may be able to continuously improve his strength with simple efforts.

But the more time goes on, the higher the level of cultivation becomes, the value of the so-called effort becomes less important.

Cultivating hard has become a necessary quality for every funeral master who pursues a higher realm, not the key to widening the gap between each other, and the key key is not hard work, but epiphany.

Now, Situ Hao felt that the aura in his body was like a wave of waves, making a sound of hitting rocks in the dark night, washing over his head.

Situ Hao closed his eyes tightly in the night, at this moment he stood on the plain, looking at the pitch black, no longer saw any figure, and his breathing was very light, as if to melt into the silent wind, and then, Situ Hao's feet began to gradually leave the ground.

But he didn't realize it – he was now completely immersed in the moment of finding balance.

And Situ Hao himself didn't realize that when such a quiet moment became longer and longer, the silence was like a dragon entrenched in the mountains and fell into a deep sleep, and when it also made a burst of sound invisibly, this sound had become one with Situ Hao's breathing.

With Situ Hao's breathing, the whole space seemed to have life, with Situ Hao as the center, the energy of this piece of heaven and earth began to be strong and sometimes weak, slowly cleansing in the void.

At this time, Situ Hao's figure emitted a faint, but pervasive light. The color of the light is pale green, which is not so dazzling in the quiet of the night.

And gradually, as Situ Hao's breathing became lighter and lighter, and finally it was as if he was dead, and after he was completely out of breath, the pale green light turned black.

In the darkness of the night, black is equal to nothing, equal to the night, equal to transparency. After the black streamer surrounded Situ Hao, his figure disappeared. Of course, Situ Hao is still in this gap between heaven and earth, but no one can find him anymore, unless Situ Hao himself is willing to wake up.

In his body, all the energy seems to have found its own home, living in a quiet place, no energy is stronger than other energy, the same is true of spiritual energy, and the same is true of soul energy.

Situ Hao's consciousness was very clear, he knew that some important change had taken place in his body, and he would feel a trace of fear in his heart. After all, this feeling was something he hadn't experienced before, but was it okay to give up here? Obviously, Situ Hao would not do this.

Although he can't say this feeling, Situ Hao feels that for himself, this feeling is not harmful.

Although he didn't have a one-sided relationship with the mad dragon senior, Situ Hao always felt that in the faint sense, the senior was guiding him, especially when he grabbed the tail of the flash of spiritual light in his mind, this feeling became more obvious.

He cultivated with peace of mind, and just forgot the passage of time. When Situ Hao opened his eyes again, everything seemed to fall into place.

Situ Hao walked in front of the milky white slate, stretched out an arm, didn't punch, spread his palm and walked over, and then lightly touched the white slate that exuded a hint of coldness.

There was a "hum" sound, as if there was a thunderbolt in the void falling in the deep sea, slowly blooming, and then, the thunder and lightning turned into a puddle of illusory blue energy, like an epiphany in the deep sea, the sound made when it was fleeting.