With a creak, the golden gate of the spire opened automatically, and Qi Lang walked in. Immediately afterward, the minaret vanished, leaving only faint clouds slowly drifting in place.

It was probably still an illusion, a fantasy that the Caucasian soldiers were baffling with, but they were in such a magical illusion right now, so they weren't surprised or worried. The commander's orders couldn't be clearer, what they need to do now is not to think about the origin of this illusion, but to improve their abilities as much as possible, for the sake of the coming bitter battle, in order to survive and finally win in that bitter battle, they must not be lazy in the slightest.

Owu walked towards the stormtroopers. His expression was serious and his eyes were blazing. The lads should know what that means - Owu is notoriously strict, and he inherits Quiel's training methods in such good detail that he even comes close to swearing. It is estimated that for the next five years, the feeling of soreness will always accompany them, and of course, under such strict discipline, the soldiers' combat ability will inevitably be improved to a considerable extent.

Gulf was the caretaker of the archers. The pock-faced corporal may be a little easier to get along with, but he is just as demanding skill and precision, and he has a lot of tricks to play tricks in front of him, and he has countless ways to keep you from eating and walking.

All nine female soldiers were trained by Joanna. Although she had just received a heartfelt hug from her beloved, she was still not in a good mood, and her pretty face was always gloomy, and even the closest Corporal Lucy trembled when she talked to her, and it was estimated that she would remain in this state of mind for as long as five years, and no one would want to ask for good fruit from her unless the disappeared commander could return early. All the female soldiers saw clearly that concentrating on training was their only way out at the moment, because they were first and foremost soldiers in the Legion, and the two identities of condiment and adhesive had to take a back seat.

Dong Hong was in charge of the more than 20 new soldiers, including the children of Lu Si, Wang Erga, Zhao Chaoren and other mountain people. They will be trained by ascetics. Don't look at these children who are almost starting from scratch, but the natural conditions of this temple training ground are a big advantage for them, because this is the so-called place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathers, for cultivators, it is tantamount to a thin boy who is in great need of nutrition and falls into the broth, as long as he opens his mouth and pours those broth into it, it will not be long before they will grow into little fat people like Ah Wang.

Of course, Igru, Leo and Schukin also started their respective training. Five years is enough time for these three beast pets to develop from the Bronze Age to the Silver Stage, and by that time, they will be strong enough to fight against a Douzun-level master. Of course, Parry, who helped the three beast pets start training as an imaginary enemy, will also get enough exercise, at least in terms of the ability to escape, the raccoon's head will definitely be greatly improved, just like now, if his steps are a little slower, Leo's claw will definitely sweep his thin leg off.

Needless to say, Atsa and Awana are busy with the fat brothers, a large number of high-grade spirit stones are the object of Atcha's work, and Awang needs to find the suitable products for each soldier in the piles of gems, and create one high-level weapon after another in five years. Truth be told, the brothers regretted it, because the amount of work was staggering, and there was no one who could help them at the moment, and all they could rely on was their dexterous hands. But they had no choice but to share the weal and woe with all the soldiers, and shoulder the burden of supplying an entire army of troops on their naïve but fat shoulders.

is also engaged in intense work, as well as the little doctor Lu Huan. His first goal was to create a prosthetic leg for Corporal Wilson that would move freely. That was also thanks to Wang's earlier reminder that since the gem could be controlled by the user at will after the fusion of spiritual power, if a prosthetic limb studded with gems was created, Wilson would no longer have to rely on crutches to move freely, not only would his movement not be affected in any way, but he might also have an intimidating superweapon out of thin air. There are countless gemstones of all kinds, just look at what Corporal Wilson prefers.

Compared with the busy soldiers in full swing, Qi Lang once again fell into a lonely test.

According to his prior conjecture, this minaret should be amazingly high, unbelievably tall, but he did not expect it to be so high. Walking up the stone stairs step by step, he felt as if his physical strength had been exhausted in the reluctant day and night climbing, but the spire seemed to lead straight to the end of the universe, and the expected top never appeared in front of him.

Qi Lang's physical strength had been exhausted. In the estimate, he should have climbed tens of thousands of kilometers upward, and even the legendary unattainable Shengzi Peak should have surrendered at his feet long ago. But this is the Tower of the Heavenly God, if the guess is correct, this path should go straight to the gods in the sky, if it is so simple and can be conquered, how could the grandfather who was closest to the gods give up halfway?

Fortunately, in this virtual passage, in this virtual world, Qi Lang does not need to be replenished with food, nor does he need to stop to recuperate, as if as long as he still maintains an upward mind, the exhausted power will gradually fill his legs from the void, giving him enough motivation to continue climbing.

In fact, Qi Lang had already discovered the source of that power. On the one hand, it is a firm faith, and on the other hand, it is also the spiritual power that is everywhere in the spire. Walking on this path is the same as running on the trail on the edge of the Black Forest. It was a cultivation that was extremely beneficial to the cultivation of the cultivator's ability, all he needed to do was to hold his breath and keep his internal force running along that imaginary pipeline, and his body would become lighter and lighter, as light as a feather, as if he could break free from the gravitational pull of the earth at any time and fly freely towards the high sky.

More than a year has passed, and Qi Lang is not sure, anyway, the hour hand of the pocket watch has rotated thousands of times. It seemed as if the end of the spire was near, as Qi Lang noticed that the stairs beneath his feet were changing. They began to loom in the background, and the flickering walls around them became unstable. And when Qi Lang stopped slightly and looked down at him, the path had already turned into a distorted, colorful beam.

"What's that?" Qi Lang asked to himself, "I hope I'm not lost." ”

He was just adjusting his mentality, because in such a lonely journey, as long as a normal human being, he would worry that he was hallucinating. But unexpectedly, a reply came from the void: "You are not lost, dear child. ”

"Grandpa!" Qi Lang recognized the old voice at the first time, and became excited for a while, "You are there all the time?"

"That's not me, my grandson. Grandpa's voice laughed, "That's just the divine consciousness I left here, just like the voice you heard in that stone refining illusion, just a mark I left with my telekinesis." That means I've been here before, and you little guy hasn't completely surpassed my old bones. ”

"Yes......" Qi Lang was a little disappointed, and as he continued to climb up, he accosted, "That means I still can't see you with my own eyes." ”

"What's the difference between seeing and not seeing?" Grandpa's voice was a little choppy "You just need to remember that I've always been there, right next to you." Not only me, but also your mother, your father, has always been by your side, and you are never alone. ”

Qi Lang sighed boringly: "What can you do with me, it's not like you can't solve all my doubts...... It's ridiculous that you should leave a voice, an inexplicable voice, that can only say things that I can guess myself, but never leave the real answer. ”

Grandpa's voice was full of appreciation: "You are such a clever little thing, you have already guessed everything after only a few words." You're right, my consciousness is able to answer because it comes from your own heart. You know, we can't offer more, we can't influence your will, only your own mind is your master......"

Qi Lang was even more helpless: "Then do you guess if I go down this trip, will I become schizophrenic?"

Without waiting for his grandfather to reply, Qi Lang was already amused by his own conjecture: "Even if that's the case, I'm afraid it's a good possibility, because then I will have a lot of partners, and it's best to split up a chatter like Gulf, even if I go on for the rest of my life, I won't feel lonely." ”

But my grandfather's voice became serious at this point: "You should be respectful, child. You know, this is the path of the gods, the path that connects mortals and gods, don't be too joking. On another note, I have to warn you that the end of the tower is almost approaching, and the real test has just begun......"

In fact, Qi Lang has already seen the so-called end, in other words, what his grandfather said is simply Qi Lang himself reminding himself.

The staircase at his feet was gone, and the glittering walls around him were gone, replaced by a metal column standing straight in front of him. There are countless protrusions on both sides of the cylinder, one will appear every few tens of centimeters, extending upwards like a rope ladder straight into the void!