The sound of firecrackers bids farewell to the old year, and in the blink of an eye, it is spring again. I wish you all the best in the new year!

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Low-level, intermediate, advanced.

One hundred and three, twenty-two, three.

These were all the thoughts that were rippling in Zhannaya's mind like boiling water and fire at this moment. And just one of the low-level, one hundred and three, allowed him to enter a whole new magical world, so what about the intermediate? What about the high-level?

Looking at the three small bamboo tubes on the case in front of him, Zhan Naya trembled slightly.

He is now at the ninth level and the last level of the magic apprenticeship stage. According to the teachings of his previous teacher, as well as his own experience in the last two or three years, and the discussion of many fellow magicians who are also at the ninth level, Zhan Naya generally knows one result, that is, at the ninth level, the effect of meditation is the slowest and weakest, and it is inevitable that it will become slower and weaker.

until completely ineffective.

Then, either breaking the rank and ascending to the mage, or going backwards, the level of cultivation including the entire body and mind, little by little, not at all fast, almost imperceptible, but it is real, there is no way to save, in despair, retreating backwards.

There are only these two outcomes, and there is no third possibility.

Before, or before last night, Zhannaya's meditation still had an effect, but that effect was already quite weak, and it would not be too far from the day when it would have no effect at all, however, the dawn of promotion to mage. Zhannaya didn't see it at all, not at all!

The current state of Zhannaya, can only be said. There is still hope, but there is darkness ahead.

This is a situation that almost all ninth-level magicians on the continent will face sooner or later, and then in this situation, the magicians stumble and grope their way in the darkness and slowly explore ahead, day after day, year after year.

Some suddenly see a little light in the infinite darkness, and then the whole body and mind seem to be infused with endless vitality. Rushing forward in great strides, then surrounded by light in body and mind, and then promoted to mage. Start a new journey in your life.

Some just insist on persisting and persevering, in addition to persistence, or only persistence, until the end of life. There is no longer any way to continue.

Some insist on insisting. Finally, one day, I "woke up" and turned around...... Like many of the magicians that Zhannaa has encountered. In fact, such magicians are not only found at the ninth level, but also at the eighth level, the seventh level, the sixth level, the fifth level, the fourth level, the third level, and even the second level and the first level. It's just that the ninth-level is the most emotional.

In fact, Zhannaya doesn't know if he will be another emotional object one day in the future, but since he can still improve. How could he stop himself? He had to empty all other thoughts and do his best. It's just a matter of forging ahead.

That's the overall picture.

But in fact, in the past two years, as the effect of meditation has become weaker and weaker, a certain kind of exhaustion has been coming to Zhannaya from time to time uninvited.

Come and drive it, come and drive it.

But it always comes and goes, and it comes again.

Zhan Naya didn't know if one day, he would no longer be able to drive away this exhaustion, and even one day, even if he was barely strong enough to drive away, he had no intention of driving it away, just like some of the ninth-level magicians he had visited and communicated with in the imperial capital over the years.

Normally, Zhannaya doesn't think about it.

The first is that I dare not think about it, the second is that I don't have the time and mind to think about it, and the third is that even if I think about it occasionally, I will kill it in time and try my best to avoid thinking about it.

But in fact, even if he doesn't want to, some things are like shadows, hovering in the depths of his heart, or in the depths of his consciousness, and occasionally, if he doesn't pay attention, he will roll up and pop up.

Even one day, while sleeping, Zhannaya dreamed.

In the dream, as in reality, he struggled and practiced hard, and after entering the ninth level, the effect of his cultivation gradually weakened, and finally, the day when there was no effect at all came, and Zhannaya's choice was, continue, continue, continue......

How long did it last? Zhannaya didn't know, because all of a sudden, he woke up.

At that time, it was the middle of the night, and the moonlight shone obliquely through the small window, obliquely shining on the bed, an indescribable coldness and loneliness.

And Zhannaya sat on the bed in a daze, for a long time, for a long time, until I don't know how long it took, when the moonlight was replaced by daylight, and a little warmth was projected on him, so that he seemed to have really woken up from a nightmare.

Although the dream has receded, the things in the dream are so clearly imprinted in the depths of the body and mind that they can no longer go. -- What you see in your dreams is what you think in reality.

Will the scene in the dream be presented to him in the near future, that is, in reality?

And in reality, how long can he hold out?

At that time, he could really be stronger than some of the magicians he had secretly despised and disdained before?

On this point, Zhanoya did not dare to pack a ticket for himself. In a sense, it can also be said that Zhannaia does not trust himself. -- Only cultivators know how fragile this mind is.

Today's self is not qualified to make any decisions for tomorrow's self. Even if it does, at that time, it is likely to be ignored by tomorrow's self, or simply rejected ruthlessly.

......

Many memories, many thoughts, flooded into Zhannaya's consciousness at this moment.

At this time, Zhan Naya did not control it at all, did not strangle it, on the contrary, he still intensified his efforts to recall everything related to this, as if he wanted to vent all the restraint, reluctance and "grievances" he had in the past too much at this time.

Some people's vents are through wine, and some people's vents are through tears.

And the venting of Zhannaya is through the heart, or the will.

Standing quietly in front of the window, standing in front of the desk, facing the three small bamboo tubes on the case, Zhan Naya's body was motionless, while his consciousness and mood were staging a violent wind and tsunami, until I don't know how long later, the wind died down and stopped.

Zhan Naya tilted her head slightly, facing the sky and also to herself, showing a faint smile.

I don't know how many years have I had such a smile. It seems that decades have gone backwards, and the youthfulness of the past, as well as the endless vitality, and more importantly, the most vivid dreams, once again permeate the whole body and mind.

Looking back at the three small bamboo tubes in front of the case, Zhan Naya had too much joy, excitement, rejoicing, and gratitude.

And at the same time, there was some jealousy that embarrassed him.

Yes, it's jealousy.

Such a good thing, such a good thing!

How could such an unbelievable miraculous thing that could greatly promote cultivation be so easily obtained! It was so easy that even anyone could get it! The high-level ones might be difficult, the intermediate ones might be slightly more difficult, and the low-level ones, which he had personally experienced yesterday, even the farmers who were tending to the fields, could get them effortlessly, right?

It's, it's really......

Jhanas didn't know what to say.

However, this senseless jealousy only lasted for a very short time, and after a while, Zhan Naya walked directly outward, and when he was not far away, he directly cast a spell and began to "teleport" continuously and uninterruptedly, and the target was outside the city.

As for what you're going to do, do you need to say?

And in fact, this moment, before this moment, after this moment, in this imperial capital, in other cities, in other imperial capitals, in the cities of other empires, in the western continent, in the eastern continent, in the southern continent, in the northern continent, in the central continent, countless "Zhan Naya" are being born, or emerging.

The Ten Perfect Tonic Pills from the hands of the Divine Domain who have already penetrated the cultivation laws of this world, there is no doubt that this is indeed a good thing, a good thing that surprises, excites and even goes crazy to the cultivators in this world, whether it is high-level, intermediate-level, or even just low-level, it is ordinary and unbelievable.

If there is no absolute force to push it from top to bottom, even if such things are openly flowed out at the beginning, they must be intercepted after a very short period of time, and then "encircled", and only a few or even a very small number of people are qualified to use them. Or, although there is an absolute power to promote, if resources are too scarce, then there will still be various problems in the implementation process.

And now, if the required herbs are everywhere, and if the shelf life of the finished medicine is only two or three months, it is useless to hoard more, then ......

Then the original intention of the promoter, or the scene which Zhannaya had in mind, would have arisen without difficulty or even with great difficulty—indeed even the peasants who tended to the fields could not have too much trouble to obtain, as long as they wanted to.

Creation is silent but affectionate, and every time it is cold, it is born in spring. Thousands of red and purple are arranged, just waiting for the first sound of new thunder.

In someone's previous life, there was an ancient poem that said so.

At this moment, the release of the Ten Perfect Tonic Pill formula is like a new thunder rolling through this world, and the whole world is shaken by the thunder, and the ensuing drizzle will moisten everyone in this world regardless of whether they are high or low.

It's just that, even with this moistness, how long will it take for this world to really bloom in a large area so that it is thousands of purples?

Will it take a year, two years, three years, or longer?

But in any case, those who are thirsty, those who are warm, those who are strong, will be the first to bloom.

And each of them will be a hope. (To be continued.) )