Time is fast and slow.

Yechen only felt his head explode every moment.

The knowledge of runes is too huge, in addition to understanding all kinds of macro and onlooker knowledge, you also have to understand a large number of formulas, and even typing out runes is equivalent to writing formulas as long as ten blank sheets of paper to solve them in an instant.

And these formulas are not just addition and subtraction multipliers, but involve the most profound calculation methods of the entire universe.

It's not the formulas that are scary, it's that Yechen needs to understand and master the knowledge that Lilith imparts day and night, every minute and every second.

The 100,000 years Lilith spoke of, but there was no time to rest. There is no such luxury as sleeping to refresh the spirits.

In order to be able to reach the realm of the 100,000-year achievement of the median god that Lilith said, Yechen endured the pain of exploding his head every moment, frantically absorbing Lilith's teachings.

The thought of this pain going through for 100,000 years made Yechen's heart despair.

100,000 years is not a number, it needs to be accumulated by second by second, for mortals, 5,000 years can create a great history, let alone 100,000 years.

At the same time, Yechen's deity is also silently perceiving various powers.

The special environment of the Thousand Year Instant Island has enhanced Yechen's perception of strength a lot, and compared to the pain of the purple pupil clone, the deity is much more relaxed.

The little skeleton and Bai Lingyue each went to cultivate, to comprehend more profound powers.

Xiao Wu followed Yechen's side, cultivating under the guidance of Yechen, the original good foundation and combat perception made Xiao Wu's ascension extremely fast, and in less than ten years, Xiao Wu was promoted to the cultivation of Emperor Wu.

The pain of the purple pupil clone is accompanied by the happiness of harvesting again and again, and when Yechen clarifies some inexplicable questions, there is always a sense of joy and harvest.

In this time of pain and rejoicing, second by second.

Ten thousand years later, Yechen's deity opened his eyes, and ten balls of light flashed in front of him, representing the ten powers of Yechen.

The power of white light is dazzling, the power of black darkness is deep in the dark, the power of thunder flashes into the void, and the power of the sword shatters the sky......

Yechen's face was also colored by these various rays of light.

Ten thousand years of penance have allowed Yechen to go through vicissitudes, and a new enlightenment has taken shape in Yechen's mind.

Yechen's right hand turned into a dragon, and the sharp claw swiped lightly on the thumb of his left hand, the finger was cut, and there was delicate blood from the wound, and then stayed in front of Yechen.

Immediately, this drop of blood was growing wildly, and it was not just blood, but also flesh and bones.

In a few moments, a hand took shape in front of the night.

"This is, the power of blood rebirth!" Yechen sighed softly.

The current Yechen, although the realm is still immortal, has already stepped into the immortal realm, as long as Yechen is willing, he can step into the immortal realm at will.

But, Yechen can't.

Once he breaks through the realm, he can no longer go to the Xuan-level battlefield, so he can only watch his relatives and subordinates rush into the battlefield with the Terran Immortal Realm masters to fight hard, even if some of them die in battle, Yechen can only watch from behind.

This kind of thing, Yechen will never let it happen, as the strongest person in the Patriarch Habitat at this moment, Yechen has the responsibility to bear the greatest pressure.

"The realm can't be broken through, but this doesn't affect my cultivation. Yechen said softly.

Just like when he was in the Heavenly Realm, Yechen had already had the ability to step into the Immortal Realm, but he was reluctant to enter it, at that time, it was to complete his strength and lay the best foundation.

This time, the foundation was sufficient, but Yechen could only compress it, just for the million-strong army of the alien race.

On the other side, the purple pupil clone continued to endure the pain of the explosion of his head, working hard to reach the immortal level of power.

The pathetic purple pupil clone is now difficult to even fight the power of the middle god, and the deity can fight against an existence of the level of Psino long before the retreat.

Fortunately, Yechen has cultivated the spirit realm, and his soul is extremely powerful, so he doesn't really have to worry about soul depletion, let alone worry about his head really exploding.

In the past 10,000 years, Xiao Wu has brought many surprises to Yechen.

This dark elf is not only able to cultivate darkness, but also has a unique talent for the power of life, perhaps the dark elf originally had the genes of an ordinary elf, so it also has a unique talent in cultivating the power of life.

And the elves are naturally close to the elements, so they are more talented than other creatures in terms of the perception of strength.

Xiao Wu was formerly the prince of the Night Elf clan, and his talent was far beyond ordinary people.

Not all the sons of the Night Elf God King are qualified to be called princes, so far, there are only nine people who can be called princes, and among these nine people, Xiao Wu's strength is not the strongest, but his talent is recognized as the first. Otherwise, he would not be qualified to master the Bow of Annihilation, a high-level artifact that is almost equivalent to a half-step artifact, in the middle of the god.

In addition to darkness and life talents, as a close person to elemental power, Xiao Wu also felt the power of earth, wind, water and fire.

Each of them is very common, but when combined, it is a small consummation, a rare talent that can only be possessed by Tianjiao among the human race.

Moreover, in the four powers of this little consummation, Xiao Wu's talent is excellent.

"You may be the last servant I have subdued, and you have placed all my hopes in me, and you have not disappointed me. Yechen smiled.

As for the appearance of a zombie like Lan Wen, Yechen never thought that Xiao Wu's cultivation talent had made Yechen satisfied.

In Yechen's hands, there were still many pills obtained after killing the middle god, which was enough to continue to ensure Xiao Wu's cultivation speed.

In addition to his own strength, Xiao Wu's godhead is still running, and at this moment, Xiao Wu, using the power of his godhead, can exert the power of the original peak.

For the gods, the Godhead is the foundation, and as long as the Godhead remains, the power remains.

Of course, Yechen's expectations for Xiao Wu are far more than just before his death.

There are still 90,000 years of cultivation time, which is enough for Xiao Wu to return to the peak, this time Xiao Wu, the attack power will be even stronger, and the Silent Bow will also be stronger, and he is qualified to become a sharp arrow in Yechen's hands.

Then, Yechen continued to close his eyes.

The cultivation still has to continue, the perception of strength has to be precipitated, and the purple pupil clone still needs to practice hard day and night.

Time continues to pass day after day.

Fifty thousand years later, Xiao Wu finally stepped into the immortal realm, and the power of the little four elephants finally skyrocketed again.

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