Although it is said to be tested, it does not actually require any instruments.

Wei Jushu obeyed the arrangement, sat honestly in place, and after a while, he could feel an indescribable indescribable intangible.

If it is described as a gas, it seems to be more concrete, and if it is described as a liquid, it seems to have no specific feelings.

When he felt them, Wei Jushu felt a vivid throbbing from the depths of his soul, which convinced him that this inexplicable feeling was the so-called "soul pressure".

But... Is this kind of soul pressure really something that humans can have?

In Wei Gushu's feelings, the soul pressure from Xuanyuan Zhenjun seemed to be endless, more magnificent than the river, and more endless than the ocean.

Such a huge amount of soul pressure was just a drop in the ocean that he released outside his body, and under the control of the True Monarch, it was docile and calm, and it was more delicate than the mildest water.

This kind of soul pressure washes Wei Gushu's body and soul, and analyzes his current situation in every detail.

His eyes were closed, but endless images came to his mind.

All the anomalies that he had overcome and witnessed since childhood had all appeared before his eyes, roaring, laughing, crying, pitying, curious, friendly, desperate.

Before he could react, they all disappeared, and he was standing on a hillside, the green grass spreading to the endless horizon, and the comfortable night breeze blew through his body, as if blowing through his body.

He saw that peculiar being, that black humanoid that he had overcome in the night rain of the gymnasium, but here it was white.

It was sitting quietly on the lawn at the moment, looking up at the sky.

It seemed to spot Wei Gu Shu standing stupidly, patted the lawn beside him, and motioned for him to sit down and watch the sky with him.

Wei Jushu didn't sit down, but still stood, and he noticed something that frightened him, the night sky of this world was so colorful, not only night and starlight.

Orange, purple, blue, black, white, all the nebulae filled the sky, as if they had suddenly been thrown into the center of the entire universe.

Wei Gu looked at the dizzying content stupidly.

It was as if he had seen a long river of swords and steel, a dim shadow, a lonely and huge moon hanging over it.

I saw a pink flower that was almost withered, I don't know the name, I had never seen it before.

Finally, he saw a point.

That point is infinitesimally small at first, but in a moment it seems infinite.

It obscured everything, and Wei Jushu realized that the original white being looked up, not to see those starry sky.

It's always been looking at that point.

It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems like a moment has passed.

The moment he saw the infinitely large and infinitely small particle, Wei Gushu's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and he was detached from that mysterious state.

Suddenly, sweat seeped out of the pores all over his body, and he was already in a soaked state between breaths, and the back of his thin black clothes was wet with sweat and clinging to his back.

Only three minutes have passed since the beginning of the moment.

"What do you see?"

Zhenjun's voice came, but it was not very real in Wei Gushu's ears, as if it was separated by a layer of water, quite vague.

"I see a point, an infinitesimal and infinitely large point!"

Wei Yushu closed his eyes and said the sentence almost with a roar.

With these words, his perception of everything in his body returned to normal.

He coughed violently like a fish thrown ashore, dried-up, or a victim of drowning.

"Infinite, infinitesimal points?"

Zhenjun repeated what he had said, lost in thought.

There is only one thing that can be described with such an adjective, and that is the root.

The question is why does Wei Gu see the roots?

There was a brief silence at the top and bottom, and Zhenjun waited for Wei Gu to return to normal before handing him a glass of water.

"I just carefully checked your state with soul pressure, and it's even more special than I thought."

"Yes, ahem.... How special is it? ”

Wei Gu opened his mouth and coughed a few more times involuntarily, his original physical fitness had been ridiculously strong, but at this moment he was like a weak patient.

"Your state is stable, but I don't feel the soul pressure in your body."

"Isn't it normal to have no soul pressure? Ordinary people don't. ”

"No, I don't mean that your soul pressure is insignificant, I mean that there is no such thing at all."

"Anyone, as long as they are alive, no matter how small, will have soul pressure, and this kind of thing is like the blood of the soul."

"Do you think it's normal for a person to be alive but not have a drop of blood in his veins?"

“.....”

Wei Gushu's hand holding the cup couldn't help but stiffen.

He can understand Zhenjun's words, but a person can still act normally without blood, then this person... Can it still be called a human?

And so on .... I don't have the soul pressure but I am alive...

Is it still human?

"According to my speculation, your soul pressure should not have disappeared out of thin air."

"There is a crack in your body, and the innate soul pressure overflows from the body, and at this time you are beaten by the great power of the outside world, what will happen?"

Wei Jushu imagined it according to Zhenjun's words, and he inexplicably thought of a red-hot iron embryo being placed on the iron felt, and a giant hammer representing unimaginable power fell on it at once.

"It's like... Striking iron? ”

"No, it's like... Am I the piece of iron that was wrought? ”

Wei Jushu looked at a daze, "I turned out to be an iron block", but Zhenjun nodded with admiration in his heart.

I didn't get started at all, I didn't even take the first class, but I was able to see the root cause when I was exposed to a strong enough soul pressure, what kind of talent is this?

How shrewd is it to be able to deduce the most correct metaphor from a limited number of clues?

Zhenjun looked at Wei Jushu with a blank face, and felt more and more that he was good, very good.

"Yes, you are the piece of iron that has been forged, the broken soul, the soul pressure, all penetrated into the broken and reborn body, and finally merged in an unimaginable way under the action of unimaginable powerful external forces."

"Your soul is your body, and your body is your soul."

"You may be the only special being in the world who doesn't have any soul pressure."

Zhenjun continued.

"As for your injuries, when you saw a serious injury at that time, you could only deduce the wrong conclusion that you would probably have four or five years to live, and today I checked again after stabilization, and sure enough, the result was different."

This is the question that Wei Gushu is most concerned about, how long can he live.

Looking at Zhenjun's tone, it seems that he can only live for a few years before, isn't it true? There is hope, there is hope!

"Hmm... Based on your current soul strength, it's probably seven or eight months. ”

"Seven or eight months to recover?"

"No, you'll die in seven or eight months."

Wei Jushu blinked blankly, if he could show his inner activities on his head, his current mood must be a big "? ", or even a "! ”

“？！？！！？？？”