As the minds of thousands of people in this thousand-mile domain were entering the solidification, Fang Tian's narration also unconsciously changed from fast to slow. In fact, it wasn't fast at first, but now, the speed is getting slower and slower, often after one sentence, and it takes a while to wait for the next sentence.

But no one felt slow.

At this time, it was not so much that they were listening to Fang Tian's narration, but that they were feeling it with their whole body and mind.

Every word that came out of Fang Tian's mouth seemed to carry an inexplicable power, and this power, with an invisible fluctuation, was shaking their minds little by little, hitting their bodies and minds.

Actually, at this point, it doesn't matter much what the story is.

Feeling the little fluctuations coming from this thousand-mile domain in a state of condensation, Fang Tian didn't even know how many people were still listening to him at this time.

But actually, his voice they heard.

It's just that it seems to be heard but not heard, and it seems to be heard but not heard. In hindsight, each of them must have known what the story he was telling was, but now, none of them seemed to have any conscious activity.

Just feelings.

Feel with something akin to "instinct".

Not only the listener, but also the narrator Fang Tian himself, Fang Tian felt that if it wasn't for the fact that this story had been brewing in his mind many times, it was really a question whether he would still be able to tell it smoothly.

The body and mind were extremely condensed, and the consciousness was extremely sober, but the thinking activities were extremely lazy and slow, Fang Tian didn't know what kind of state this was, he had never experienced it before, and he believed that most of the countless cultivators in this Thousand Miles Domain had never experienced it either.

Whether this "majority" can be infinitely pushed up to "all", Fang Tian didn't know, and of course it was impossible to know.

In a trance. Fang Tian only felt that he was in a starry night sky, and all around, far and near, there were countless stars of all sizes twinkling, and he himself was also one of those stars.

Quiet, vast, and profound.

In the depths, only countless stars twinkled. Nothing else.

What about the countless cultivators in this Thousand Miles Domain now, how do they feel? Are they the same as me?

Narrating. Fang Tian thought slowly like this, but not long after, this kind of "floating thoughts" was completely dissipated by the endless profundity, Fang Tian's mind, little by little. Step into the depths of the world.

Then, in a state of near-unconsciousness. Tale. It's like a program set before, and it slowly works on its own:

Hearing the greeting, Long Aotian turned around, but saw that not far from his side, there was a big tree with lush leaves, and under that big tree. There were a few middle-aged people sitting there, talking with a relaxed and happy expression, and for a while, Long Aotian didn't know what he had just called. Which one is it? ”

Long Aotian walked over. ”

"'Young man, are you going to cross the bridge?' one of the middle-aged men said to Long Aotian with a smile. ”

"'Aren't you talking nonsense, you came here not to cross the bridge, but for what?' Another middle-aged man didn't wait for Long Aotian to answer, so he said, after saying this, he turned to Long Aotian and said: "Young man, this bridge is not easy to pass, it just so happens that we haven't had a new person here for a long time, why don't you rest here for a while before leaving, how about it?"

"'Are you also going to cross the bridge?' why don't you hurry?" asked Long Aotian. ”

"'Who knows what's going on on the other side of the bridge, maybe it's worse than the one on the other side, and I'm tired from walking here, so I stopped to rest.'" Young people, life is too short, and you have to rest. If you don't rest, how can you hurry better?' another middle-aged man said indifferently and wisely. ”

When the story progressed to this point, the life brilliance of countless cultivators in this thousand-mile domain had softened, and more or less, it had become a little bleak.

It's just that the story continues:

"'Then how long have you been resting here?' Long Aotian asked curiously. ”

"'I've been off for three years. A middle-aged man said. ”

"'I've been off for like five years. ’”

"'You don't have as long as I do, haha, I've been off for almost ten years. ’”

"'Ten years, what is ten years? I've seen one before, and it's been hundreds of years. One of the middle-aged men, who appeared to be the oldest, said. ”

"Three years, five years, ten years, and hundreds of years, the more Long Aotian listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, and the more terrifying he felt, so he asked again: 'Where is the predecessor who has been resting for hundreds of years now?'"

"'When a man grows old, he dies. Well, he was buried by my own hands, under this big tree. How nice it is to sit under a big tree and rest before you die, and still be here after you die!' said the middle-aged man just now. ”

"'yes, that's good. ’”

"'That's nice. ’”

"'I will do the same in the future. ’”

Several middle-aged people said this one after another, and Long Aotian felt more and more terrifying in his heart, so he said again: 'Do you remember what place this is, this is the bridge, either here or there, where is anyone resting on the bridge?'"

"'Alas, another fool!' Hearing Long Aotian's words, one of the middle-aged men shook his head and said. ”

"'Yes, what a fool, or too young to be sensible! ”

Long Aotian didn't speak anymore, turned around, and began to hurry again in stride. ”

"The men who had been left behind him were talking about something, but he didn't care at all, he didn't listen anymore, he just said to himself, 'How could I have come here if I hadn't been in a hurry?' ’”

"'But I'm not going to learn from them!'"

"'Whether it's good or bad on the other side of the bridge, I'm going to cross the bridge. They certainly too, but they, betrayed themselves. ’”

"'Even if I end up with nothing and nothing, I still have to cross the bridge! I am proud of the sky, and the earth under my feet, I was born to stand up to the sky, but I never came to betray myself!'"

At this moment, in this thousand-mile domain, countless life brilliance suddenly burned brightly, and in the scorching light of the mountains and fields, dozens of life brilliance erupted in a short period of time, one after another.

It's like a volcano breaking through the blockade of lava.

It is like a seed breaking through the shackles of the soil.

Fang Tian felt this movement.

The Qiē of the Thousand Miles Domain was all in Fang Tian's senses, but he didn't care. Perhaps, under normal circumstances, he would care. But at this time, his whole body and mind were in a special state, which was by no means the "ordinary situation".

So the story continues unfazed:

Long Aotian thought like this, and then, his mind was unprecedentedly calm and clear, and then, he had been silently rushing on the road, and at some point, another ray of sunshine shone on his face and the corners of his eyes. ”

Long Aotian came back to his senses again, turned his head to look, but saw that the western sky was bright red and the sunset was like gold. ”

"It turned out that on this day, it was already dusk. ”

At this moment, some noisy and chaotic sounds came into my ears one after another, and they came from the front. Long Aotian looked up, and then he was stunned, in front of this road, there was actually a very large town, and people came and went in the town. ”

Slightly surprised, Long Aotian continued to move forward, and after a short time, he stepped into the town. ”

As soon as he entered the town, Long Aotian was stunned again, only to see that on the side of the town's head avenue, many people were crowded, in a circle, only on the small side of the road exposed the empty space, from the empty place, Long Aotian saw that surrounded by everyone, someone was performing some juggling. ”

"That's no ordinary juggling. ”

A man in a robe swirled in a circle in front of him, and between the turns of his hands, one after another blue, green, red, and yellow four-colored circles of light kept coming out of his fingertips, and then swirling around his body. ”

"Hundreds and thousands of apertures are scattered or connected to each other, intertwined with each other, rotating around a person's body, the speed is fast and slow, fast as lightning shuttles, slow as butterflies dancing, fast and slow at the same time, different fast and slow together, it is really indescribable magic and wonder. ”

Long Aotian just glanced at it, and he was stunned, and said in his heart, could it be that this juggler is a great magician?

Long Aotian wanted to stop and take a look, but he thought that it was important to hurry, so he was a little reluctant in his heart, and then continued along the avenue in the center of the town. ”

"While walking, Long Aotian thought to himself, when I become a great magician in the future, it is not impossible to do such a juggling to play again, why bother to watch other people's tricks when I am in a hurry? No matter how you look at it, you can't get any ability at all, why bother, why bother!"

At this point in the story, among the countless scorching lights, dozens of them broke out again.

Fang Tian's mind did not move at all, and the narration continued unchanged:

After only a few more steps, Long Aotian felt that all the noisy and chaotic sounds just now had disappeared, and between heaven and earth, there was only one sound left, that voice Long Aotian had never heard before, but it was really melodious and undulating, and it was indescribably beautiful. ”

After listening to it for a while, Long Aotian felt that his heart was carried by this voice, or like swimming in the sky, or like fighting waves in the sea, indescribably leisurely or happy. ”

After a while, after coming back to his senses, Long Aotian found that there were many people standing on the road in a daze, with a look of indulgence on their faces. ”

"It's a beautiful sound, should I stop and listen to it?"

Long Aotian thought in his heart, but immediately shook his head again, thinking, "It's better to hurry! At most, wait until you cross the bridge, and then have a chance to ask the teacher what this voice is about." ’”

So, Long Aotian continued to hurry. (To be continued......)