Sitting for a month is not going crazy for an excellent soul master, because the state of mind of an excellent soul master is already very strong, and even if he sits still, he can do many things, such as meditation.

Meditation is actually not a very advanced activity, it is nothing more than the refinement and evolution of soul alchemy in the sea of consciousness, or the practice of soul skills, and the deduction of one's own combat methods, which is a homework that soul masters must always do.

But whether it was a soul technique, a soul refining technique, or a combat method, every time Xia Qingyang started to deduce, all kinds of messy information would rush out and make trouble, making his thoughts extremely chaotic, and there was no way to calm down and deduce.

Xia Qingyang finally understood that nothing could be done in this strange space.

But it makes sense to think about it, if there is something to do, then it may not be a problem for soul masters to sit for ten or eight years, especially for excellent soul masters, who can basically do not eat or drink, and the energy between heaven and earth automatically absorbed by the body is enough to sustain life.

Another month passed like this, and in this month, Xia Qingyang didn't think about anything, or said everything, in short, he was cranky.

He found that cranky thinking is allowed, but there is a problem, if you think too much, your mind will not be settled, and if you are unsettled, you will panic, and when you panic, not only will your body be uncomfortable, but even your knowledge of the sea will not stop.

In short, it's uncomfortable.

The result of being uncomfortable is that you don't want to sit down anymore and have a strong urge to stand up.

But looking at the ten seniors around him who were still sitting as steady as Mount Tai like an old monk, Xia Qingyang was unwilling to stand up, and ended up embarrassingly after only climbing the second floor.

Xia Qingyang was in a dilemma, he couldn't do things, he couldn't do things, he didn't think that the ten seniors would be so boring, since it was the Tower of Babel, he naturally had to choose the people of Babel.

It is inferred from this that every level of this ninety-nine-story tower, no matter what kind of test it is, will inevitably be related to Tongtian.

So how does this one sit connect with Tongtian?

Xia Qingyang's thoughts had just been interrupted again, and he was already mentally prepared for this, every time he interrupted the sea of knowledge, he would fall into chaos for a period of time, sometimes a day, sometimes a few days.

During this time, he was like he was drunk, unable to gather a clear consciousness, and his whole body was filled with that uncomfortable feeling, which made him want to escape from this state all the time.

Fortunately, Xia Qingyang has the primordial soul, and he can always maintain a little clarity in the chaos, so that he can keep his mind and not stand up because he can't restrain his impulses.

After regaining consciousness again, Xia Qingyang said secretly: "It seems that this strange space will not allow me to do anything normal, and I can't even think about it, so I just don't do anything, don't think about anything, see what he can do to me?"

The state of doing nothing and thinking about nothing is well realized, and that is sleeping.

But he just closed his eyes and opened them again, he didn't dare to sleep, because he was afraid that if he really slept deeply, his body would fall crooked out of his sitting position, which would lead to failure, and he really wanted to cry without tears.

But now Xia Qingyang is really forced to have no choice, only to carefully try whether he can stay in a state where he doesn't think about anything, but he won't fall asleep.

Calming the mind and eliminating distracting thoughts is something that every soul master can easily do, but it is only a matter of a short period of time, the purpose of doing this is to cultivate, once the cultivation is started, the soul master can indeed focus on a certain thing with his spirit without being distracted at all.

But the premise is that there is something to do, and after a long day of calm and concentration, it is difficult to maintain this state for a long time without doing anything.

At this moment, Xia Qingyang is trying his best to prolong this state.

He easily eliminated the distractions and other information in the sea of knowledge, and focused on a certain point in the sea of knowledge, without thinking about anything.

It turned out to be hard.

Either he was disturbed by the influx of information from all over the sea, or he was so focused that he almost fell asleep.

After tossing and turning like this a few times, the anxiety in his heart became more and more intense, and he felt that he was about to lose the urge to stand up.

But the mark he wanted didn't appear for a long time, although he didn't know where it came from.

However, in the repeated experiments, Xia Qingyang also gradually discovered some rules, when he focused his spirit on the primordial soul, the persistence time would always be longer.

In fact, Xia Qingyang has never dared to take the primordial soul as the object of his concentration, for fear that this mysterious primordial soul will be affected by chaos and provoke unexpected changes.

But when Xia Qingyang felt that it was no longer possible for him to suppress the impulse in his heart, he resolutely did so.

The Yuan Soul is a place where a soul master's own thoughts are concentrated, so it is difficult to concentrate his thoughts on himself, which is the same reason that no matter how strong a person is, it is difficult to lift himself.

But the outstanding soul master had already mastered the art of soul separation, so he could naturally do it easily, but at this time, he was in a strange space, and Xia Qingyang had to be cautious.

At first, the Primal Soul was nothing unusual, but when Xia Qingyang's thoughts began to be confused, the Primordial Soul suddenly emitted a strange fluctuation, completely isolating those chaotic thoughts.

At this time, Xia Qingyang really didn't want anything, but this was not his original intention, but the Primal Yuan Soul brought him into a state of emptiness.

I don't know how long it took, Xia Qingyang suddenly woke up again, only to see an ethereal space in front of him.

He vaguely felt that countless voices were coming from all directions, but when he listened carefully, he couldn't really hear them.

After wandering for a while, Xia Qingyang suddenly blessed his soul, sat cross-legged on the spot, and used his heart to comprehend the rolling voice.

The sound is sometimes loud and sometimes small, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but it endures.

Rao is Xia Qingyang was strong, and at first he couldn't tell what the mystery of this voice was, but he felt that his body and mind were occupied by this voice, so that he forgot where he was, and later he forgot who he was.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of the sky suddenly disappeared, but Xia Qingyang was still immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself, the so-called big sound of hope, this sudden silence, it seemed to contain some kind of rhythmic special sound, which made Xia Qingyang have infinite interest to capture.

It seems to be a ridiculous and absurd move, but after a long time, Xia Qingyang actually caught a voice, although it was short, but it was extremely clear.

For the next period of time, Xia Qingyang was like a fisherman standing in the murmuring stream to catch passing fish, sometimes sighing, sometimes elated, and gradually harvesting a lot.

When Xia Qingyang caught a sound again, he suddenly woke up to find that he had returned to the second floor of the Tower of Babel.

"Succeeded?" Xia Qingyang saw at first glance that on the wall, his name occupied a place, and the original five portraits were missing.

He knew that he had left a mark, and the staircase in the middle showed that he had been qualified to climb the third floor.

However, Xia Qingyang was not in a hurry to continue climbing, because at this time, there was still a voice circling in his head, to be precise, a text: Sitting and forgetting the scriptures.

His guess was not wrong, the ten seniors naturally did not do boring things, while the tower climbers left a mark on each layer, they were also cracking the mysteries of each layer, and obtained a kind of inheritance from it, perhaps, the amount of comprehension determines the depth of the mark.

This also shows that these things to be passed on to future generations are not necessarily created by ten tower builders, otherwise it is impossible for later generations to comprehend this inheritance to a greater extent than the founders, so it is impossible for all ten tower builders to be replaced on the number of floors.

Xia Qingyang already knew at this time that the time in that mysterious space was illusory, and it was only an hour before he entered the tower, he had time, so he simply sat down again, and he wanted to comprehend the Sutra again, because he felt that he might be able to use it later.

When Xia Qingyang realized that he was sitting and forgetting the scriptures, outside the Tower of Babel, it was already very lively.

There is no restriction on people from the Mythology Academy ascending the Tower of Babel, but it is difficult for people outside the Academy to obtain this qualification, especially in the past few thousand years, all those who have been allowed to ascend the Tower are perfect soul masters, so after the news of Xia Qingyang ascending the Tower of Heaven with the realm of outstanding soul masters, it naturally attracted a lot of attention.

Of course, at first, only a few people came to see the excitement, and the rest came more for Yaxuan and Lan Fenghuang, and the two of them stood quietly outside the Tower of Babel like Wangfu Stone, which made many people who thought that they were more qualified than Xia Qingyang to get these two women, and they had a lot of taste in their hearts.

No one cares how many floors Xia Qingyang can climb, because there is no suspense at all, since the completion of the Tower of Babel, the highest record of those who have climbed the tower with the realm of outstanding soul masters is twenty-five floors, that person is now a legendary soul master, and no one believes that Xia Qingyang has this ability.

Everyone is just watching the fun.

However, only an hour later, the second floor of the Tower of Babel suddenly lit up.

The crowd immediately boiled, and the Tower of Babel would only appear at one moment in which someone not only succeeded in breaking through a certain layer, but also surpassed everyone in that layer and passed the level as the first!

No one expected that Xia Qingyang would light up the Tower of Babel just on the second floor, you must know that the dean and the first sword of Kyushu had climbed more than 70 floors, and they only lit up the Tower of Babel ten times.

Among the outstanding soul masters who have climbed the tower, no one has ever lit up the Tower of Babel, and Xia Qingyang is the first one to open the world.

Lan Fenghuang danced happily, Yaxuan was also very happy, and there were more and more people around the Tower of Babel, because from now on, more and more people would really start to pay attention to how many floors Xia Qingyang could climb and how many times he could light up the Tower of Babel.