Wandering in endless darkness, thinking of nothing, letting your thoughts drift everywhere, drifting wherever you want.

Norman hadn't been like this in a long time.

Ever since he had cultivated the Heart Sutra of Catching the Sea, his spiritual power had never seemed to be so relaxed.

He seems to be constantly mobilizing his spiritual power to meditate, cultivate, and study, especially after the "Heart Sutra of Catching the Sea" has been a little successful, he has hardly slept much.

This was partly due to the Templar Order, but partly to himself.

The reason for the Templars was that they operated extremely efficiently, which drove Norman to unconsciously speed up and speed up his own pace, so that he could adapt to the speed of the Templars. His own reason is that he seems to be destined to be a lone star, and he is always on the run, which makes him never let up, otherwise he will be greeted by death.

Under such internal causes and external effects, Norman is like a tired hyena, in an endless race against time in the wind and moon of eight thousand miles. It was in this way that he was able to go from an illiterate man who didn't know the slightest bit of magic to a sonic boom forbidden spell mage in less than a year, and in addition to various opportunities, his own efforts were indispensable.

It can be said that in terms of diligence, there is probably no one among the younger generation on the mainland today who can compare with this peasant who once could not read a word: he studied when he ate, when he walked, when he slept, and even when he was fighting.

Learning has been almost all of Norman's life for most of the past six months.

In this respect alone, he is enough to stand out from the crowd.

But things must be reversed, no matter how strong the spring is, there will be a day when it will break.

For Norman, that moment was now.

He only had a little mental power left to wander freely in the realm of consciousness, not caring about anything, indulging in this rare leisure time without thinking about anything.

He had thought that the aristocratic life of Lord Patton was the happiest, but he now knew that the life he had lived without thinking about anything might be the happiest one.

......

Happiness is produced in contrast.

Enjoying this long-lost leisure time is indeed a great happiness for Norman, who has been tired for most of the year, but the things he has learned in this half a year are finally engraved into his bones, which makes him quickly realize a strange thing.

Why can he still think?

According to the speed of the Dawn Dragon's pillar of light, it should have shot at itself a long time ago, and according to the terrifying power of the Dawn Dragon's previous display of the Forbidden Spell of Tearing Gods, the power of that pillar of light was undoubted, and it should easily tear itself to pieces.

But why can I still think?

Not only that, but he could also feel the presence of his body: he felt that his chest was still in sharp pain, he felt that the speed of blood flow in his chest seemed to be slower, and he even felt that some of the muscles in his chest began to heal little by little under his super self-healing ability!

He seems, probably, probably, is indeed not dead.

What happened?

Did the Dawn Dragon change his mind temporarily?

Norman racked his brains with his pitiful mental power that he was now limited to, but before his mental power could be fully operational, a voice came into his ears.

"Dangdang, dang!"

It's the sound of intense music.

What's more, the sound of the music was somewhat familiar, and Norman seemed to have heard it somewhere, but unfortunately his current limited mental power could not immediately recall where he had heard it.

Norman's mind was spinning, and the music was going on.

Norman's own background music had ended long before the Forbidden Spell War, so now there was only this kind of music in his ears, hitting his eardrums.

The music gets louder and louder, and Norman is stuck in a dead end of thinking.

Where did you hear this music?

Norman thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't think of it, and finally it dawned on him.

Since you can't remember, why don't you open your eyes and see how the music came from.

Thinking of this, Norman reopened his eyes, which seemed to be quite difficult for him who was now extremely weak......

The hundreds of thousands of viewers in the earth world who are staring at the picture of the dark live broadcast room and waiting for a miracle to happen seem to have really ushered in a miracle.

", why can't you turn it off?"

"It's strange, I looked at the backstage, and I didn't find any music players open?"

"This music is so familiar, I look like I've heard it somewhere......"

"Wait!This music seems to come out of the live broadcast room?!"

"This is Destiny!"

"Is this the music he gave to his funeral?"

"Staring at the live broadcast every day, I didn't find out when he recorded this "Destiny"?"

"It doesn't make sense, this kind of symphony, the battle that needs to be used must be very large, there is no reason why he will not know after recording it. ”

"Do you mean...... This is someone else who brought it?!"

"I can still hear the voice, he's not dead yet!"

"A miracle has really happened!"

"Hurry up and open your eyes and see what's going on!"

......

The screen of the controlled live broadcast room is very calm and pitch black, but there are hundreds of thousands of people in all corners of the real world who are excited.

They all heard the music and realized the strangeness of it.

Their hearts are tickled by monkeys, and they want to rush into the screen to hold Norman's eyelids open to see what's going on outside.

But they can't do anything but watch.

It was still pitch black in the live broadcast room, and nothing happened.

......

From the perspective of the earth world, it is always pitch black in the live broadcast room, but in the real world, Norman has opened his eyes with difficulty.

It seemed that the light that had been absent for 10,000 years re-entered his eyes, making his eyes a little uncomfortable for a while, and he blinked twice, so that he could finally see the world in front of him clearly.

Then he saw, and in front of him, there was a strange scene.

The pillar of light that erupted from the mouth of the Dawn Dragon shot straight down, and at this moment, the front of the pillar of light was two meters away in front of him.

The beam of light was dazzling, especially when it was close, and it was much more dazzling than looking directly at the fiercest sun, which was probably why Norman felt a little uncomfortable when he first opened his eyes.

Of course, none of this is the point, the point now is, what happened to this pillar of light?

Maybe it's time to say, what's wrong with the world......

Norman's gaze followed the pillar of light all the way up, tracking it to the source of the pillar of light, which was the Dawn Dragon, and found that the Dawn Dragon was still in the same position he had seen at the last moment when he closed his eyes, and it probably didn't change at all......

The reason for this is because the Dawn Dragon remained motionless in the air with its mouth open.

Its hands and feet don't move, its wings don't move, its scales don't move, its tentacles don't move, even its eyes don't move.

It was completely motionless, and the entire Dawn Dragon was as if it had been drawn in the air.

And it's not just the Dragons of Dawn.

As Norman turned his head slowly, he saw that everything around him was the same.

Ji Ruoxi under him was motionless, Xiao Bonian, whose eyes were ecstatic in the distance, was motionless, the four sons of the Dragon Clan, who were secretly glad, were motionless, and Xiao Bonian's subordinates with different expressions around him were also motionless.

In addition to the living creatures, the clouds, wind, magic, etc., are also motionless.

Of course, these things are basically invisible to the naked eye, and Norman is purely looking at a feeling. In his senses, the world he was in now didn't look real, as if it had been painted.

It's a weird feeling.

Under this strange feeling, he now saw that everything around him was like a dead thing, and the only thing that was fresh was perhaps the sound of music that was so familiar that he didn't know where he had heard it.

That's right, the sound of music!

Norman, distracted by this spectacle between heaven and earth, finally remembered his original intention.

He opened his eyes to see what was going on with the music!

Thinking of this, Norman continued to move his neck with difficulty, swaying from side to side, trying to find the source of the music.

Eventually, his gaze stopped to the south.

It's finally not as stiff as it was painted.

In the horizontal sky to the south, space ripples like water waves.

As the water rippled, a humanoid figure gradually became clear in it, and the music became louder and louder.

In a moment, the rippling waves of space stopped, and the humanoid figure became completely clear.

That's a man, a man.

This man looked like he was in his twenties, and he seemed to be a few years older than Norman, and he looked young, but once he came into contact with his eyes, Norman suspected that he was guessing the other party's age.

What kind of eyes are they?

Norman racked his brains to describe those eyes, but he couldn't think of any of the limited words he could think of now.

Those eyes seemed to see through everything in the world.

Those eyes seemed innocent like a young man who didn't know anything about the world.

Those eyes seemed to contain everything.

Those eyes didn't seem to have anything.

......

Norman was looking at the man, and the man was walking towards Norman, his eyes looking this way.

"Sure enough, with some background music, I feel that the momentum of the appearance is indeed different?"

The man smiled as he walked this way.

There seemed to be an invisible road in this empty air, and the man walked on this invisible road. And his familiar words made Norman even more overwhelmed.

This man seems to be an acquaintance with him?

Norman racked his brains again, trying to use his poor mental power to remember where he had seen this man, but his mental power was too weak now, and he had used it too much, and now it was overloaded, and his eyes couldn't help but flash with pain.

This subtle expression did not hide from the man's eyes, and after seeing this scene, the man stretched out his hands, his right hand facing Norman from afar, and his left hand facing the direction of the four sons of the dragon clan.

Such an inexplicable action has changed dramatically for Norman.

His spiritual power suddenly sprouted!

The only spiritual power he had left suddenly sprouted and branched out, each growing rapidly, becoming two in an instant, and his spiritual power doubled out of thin air. Then these two spiritual powers sprouted and branched off on their own basis, and each grew rapidly, becoming four realms in an instant, and the spiritual power doubled out of thin air......

Under this kind of germination, Norman's spiritual power was only a blink of an eye, and he changed from the original extremely weakened state of only one to the original 128 spiritual powers!

“......”

Norman, who had regained his mental strength, was shocked by this unheard of supernatural power and was speechless for a long time.

If it weren't for his own experience, he wouldn't have believed that his mental power could grow so quickly!

At this speed, his hard work in cultivating spiritual power seemed to be a fool, and those mages who cultivated spiritual power at a speed that was not as fast as his were even a bunch of demented children.

God!

Such a term suddenly flashed through Norman's mind, and he immediately became convinced.

Yes, it must be God! Only God can have such incredible power!

"It's easier to communicate that way. ”

When the man had done all this, he said this, his face calm and not the slightest smug, as if he had just done something insignificant.

"And this body, we have to deal with it too. ”

As he spoke, the man's right hand towards Norman moved again, and Norman saw a magical scene again.

I saw that after the man's right hand moved, the wound on his chest that was dug by himself healed rapidly, and in just the blink of an eye, the big mouth was gone, and the entire chest was completely healed, and there was no trace of scar visible, smooth and smooth as if he had never been injured!

More than just the flesh on the surface, Norman even felt that his heart was constantly giving birth to fresh blood, flowing down the veins into every corner of his body.

This was not an illusion, he could clearly see that his bare limbs and torsos were gradually turning bloody, and if Norman looked in the mirror at this moment, he could see that his face, which was so pale that there was no blood, gradually became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The mental strength was restored, and the physical wounds were healed, if it weren't for the blood stains on his body and Ji Ruoxi's back, Norman would have suspected that the memories of his hard battle just now were delusions, and this also made him even more in awe of the man in front of him.

What kind of incredible power is this?

Such a miracle seems to be a gesture for a man, he doesn't even need to stop and deal with it, he just walks and does it, and when everything is done, he has already walked in front of Norman.

After the man had dealt with Norman's injuries, he finally put down his hand and stood in front of Norman with a gentle hello.

"See you again, old friend. ”