Moreover, there is no teacher, and there is no experience, and every cultivator has a unique path of spiritual cultivation.

Therefore he is the only one, and no one can help him.

He was both a teacher and an apprentice.

There have been setbacks or inspirations or destruction, all of which are uncertain.

Therefore, a cultivator is like a lonely traveler walking in the night, and every step is very likely to fall into the abyss.

Each step also has the potential to approach the light.

However, as long as it is not until the light, everything remains in darkness.

Traceless deeply felt that the path of cultivating the gods was difficult, and that was by no means a level that any kind of cultivator could reach.

No matter how difficult the Demon Body Tribulation is, no matter how painful the furnace Ding Dan Fire is, or the extreme innate ability limitations of the Super Repairer.

Compared to a cultivator, those are nothing.

Therefore, when the Gate of Cultivation revealed its glorious path to the Traceless, it also revealed a thorny abyss that could break his bones.

Standing in front of the Divine Gate, he hesitated.

Just like tens of millions of cultivators from ancient times to the present, he was not confident enough to walk through the end of this extremely difficult and dangerous path.

Even if it is only one step away, just like a demigod, the end of this path will become a thousand-year, ten-thousand-year cage.

Traceless also clearly sensed that he didn't have much time before this kind of divine gate, and if he lost this opportunity, then he would lose the opportunity to become a god cultivator forever.

Confusion, fear, and eventually an obsession.

Traceless decisively broke into that divine door.

Then his consciousness instantly fell back to the microscopic perspective from the perspective above the Nine Domes.

Then he found himself in a blister, and his body began to undergo inexplicable and strange changes.

That is, the previous Demon Pattern began to gradually disappear, and even the innate Gang Qi turned into nothingness.

Only the dimensional eye has evolved again, it is no longer an eye, but an illusory and strange existence.

That's the Godhead.

It's like a condensed version of the self, an abstraction to be precise.

It's full of lines that originate from the primordial frequency.

Each rotation creates a mysterious wave that burrows into the Traceless Body.

With that fluctuation, the traceless body was changing strangely.

This is obviously not physical, but spiritual.

Without a trace, he felt that any kind of spirituality he cultivated was opened to the same spiritual dimension at this moment.

Then they formed their own meridians, and then they became the material layer, and their bodies and bones were undergoing a spatial transformation.

They are no longer a physical level, but a spatial level.

Although they still retain their material form, they are no longer material.

The change continues.

That is to know the sea yourself.

That is, the original god.

This level change made Wuji feel an inexplicable sense of fear.

He felt as if he was being grasped by some kind of force, which held it firmly, and then began to stretch in various forms.

At first, there was some rhythmic action, but at the end, it became extremely chaotic.

So much so that Traceless immediately lost all perception of the outside world, until he felt that his primordial spirit seemed to be dissolved, becoming countless tiny particles, and each particle existed as an independent consciousness body, and he opened his eyes again.

From this moment on, the Traceless True Divine Yuan awakened.

It was at this moment that it became clear to Traceless that it turned out that the Demon Soldier had been wrong in his cultivation all along.

Its true military solution is not at the material level, but from the realm of divine power.

Here, this ancient demon god weapon solution is transformed into endless divine power, which can be transformed into infinite consciousness, and can also be transformed into endless form.

In short, it can be real, immortal, and immortal, or it can be transformed into an illusory immortality.

This is the ultimate way of existence of military solution.

It's just that at the moment, Traceless is not a god, so all he can achieve now is a kind of immortality and immortality in the spirit jade.

But it can no longer remain immortal in the higher dimensions.

In other words, once a higher dimensional cultivator or a dimensional cultivator can still destroy the traceless at that level.

This is not true immortality, so although Traceless has obtained the true inheritance of the military solution technique, it still cannot reach the immortal and powerful existence of the demon god.

However, as long as Traceless was below the four-dimensional spirit level, almost no one could kill it, not even a fourth-level Immortal Venerable.

Only fifth-level immortals above the fifth level of spirituality were qualified to destroy him.

For the cultivation plane that is under the third-level spirit dimension, there is no chance of encountering a fifth-level immortal at all.

Therefore, in the third-level plane, there is no trace or immortality.

Just when Traceless comprehended the endless consciousness of the Demon God Soldier's solution, he suddenly realized that another message floated into the sea.

This turned out to be a form of consciousness implantation.

The voice said: "Cultivator, yes, I didn't expect Lao Tzu to live in seclusion here for thousands of years, and he was fortunate enough to encounter a cultivator, but unfortunately the divine path you cultivated was not the right path, but the demon god, as a human race, why did you want to cultivate the demon god?"

Traceless stood up in disbelief, as if searching for the source of the consciousness transmission.

But he was now in a microscopic state, and he couldn't see farther at all.

It can only be recourse by feeling.

"Boy, you have already lived to cultivate gods, why do you need to continue to stay in the old man's small universe, you can come out" As he spoke, he felt his body slowly rise into the air again.

At this time, Traceless noticed that the small water droplet was floating vertically into the air without wind.

"Small universe, you said this water drop is your small universe," Traceless stared at the water drop with a shocked expression.

The consciousness said, "To be precise, this is not a real universe, it is just a cosmic bubble, and it has not reached the real universe that can truly produce matter and rules."

"Bubble universe? can you really create a small universe of your own?" Traceless was still a little incredulous, after all, this statement was too sensational.

You must know that even the strongest person in the plane, the Immortal Ancestor, can only create an empty realm now.

The so-called empty realm is to use spirituality to create an independent space in time and space, which is also an independent world, but it is not a small universe.

It's just a small bubble in the space-time matrix.

"Kid, it's actually not difficult, if you can cultivate your power to the sixfold realm, you can also create a small universe by yourself, but if you want to create a universe with matter, laws, and even life forms, then God can do things," the old consciousness continued to explain.

"Are you a sixth-level or higher Dimensional Force Cultivator?" Traceless almost jumped in shock.

No trace has experienced many dimensional power cultivators, and the highest level is also a fourth-level dimensional power cultivator.

They have cultivation that is almost the same as that of a Heaven-level cultivator.

However, the combat power could easily kill two Heaven-level cultivators.

Right now, this sixth-level dimensional power cultivator, what a terrifying existence that cultivation will be.

"Sixth-level dimensional power cultivators are just a statement, and the old man doesn't know what kind of dimensional power realm he belongs to, and the old man doesn't want to compete with them for fame and fortune, so why bother with how many levels of cultivators it is" The old man's consciousness came again.

This time, his tone was visibly dejected.

I don't seem to like talking about this topic very much.

Traceless hurriedly changed the topic and continued to ask: "Senior, where are you?"

Traceless could no longer feel the restraining force of the small water droplets, and actually stepped out of the natural space.

Randomly, his body returned to its normal perspective.

His six senses were released, but he couldn't find the other party.

At that moment, the droplet floated in front of him again, and then an old man with a gray beard appeared in the droplet.

He sat cross-legged on his knees, smiled kindly at Traceless, and said, "I said, this is my creation of the small universe."

"Senior..."Seeing this scene, Traceless was shocked and almost speechless.

After a few moments, Traceless tried to sense the inside of the droplet.

But it was blocked by a barrier.

"Boy, you can't go into my small universe anymore, your godhead has been completed, the old man doesn't want this small universe to be transformed by the entire big universe of time and space, and then I will have nowhere to hide."

Traceless stared at the condensed white-bearded old man in surprise and asked, "Senior, don't you want to come out?"

The white-bearded old man shook his head and said: "The outside world is too noisy for the old man, besides, there are still a few old things that will explore my breath in the big universe all the time, I don't want to be entangled by them, so I'd rather stay here all the time."

Traceless stared at the white-bearded old man, but unfortunately the perspective was too miniaturized, and Traceless couldn't see the old man's expression clearly, so he didn't know whether he was lying again or telling the truth.

The white-bearded old man paused, and continued: "Boy, you and I are destined to live together in a small universe, then the old man should also do his best to give you some benefits, say, what do you want, such as the space magic weapon that surpasses your third-level spiritual dimension, as well as all kinds of elixirs to improve the spiritual dimension, just put it in the Weili formula, you have become a cultivator, and those things are not beneficial to you."

Wuxian was silent for a while before frowning and said, "Senior, I don't want any space magic weapons, nor do I want any elixir, I just want to ask you a question?"

The white-bearded old man sighed, looked at Traceless curiously, and said: "The kid is indeed a little special, others are trying their best to do everything, and even go so far as to start a war to compete for the magic weapon beyond their own dimension and the elixir of ascension, but you refuse to accept it?"

"Say, what do you want, as long as the old man can do it, he will definitely satisfy you" It was obvious that the white-bearded old man was a little surprised, and the original indifferent aura on his body had some fluctuations at this moment.

Traceless stared at the old man and said solemnly, "I want to know the method of getting out of this space-time matrix."

Traceless knew that since this senior master could come here by himself, he must know how to get out.

Hearing this, the white-bearded old man stroked his beard with his hand and nodded slightly: "Yes, if there is no way to get out of this matrix, even if you get the seven-dimensional magic weapon, it will be useless, and in the end you will still be trapped here, okay.

"Senior, wait a minute, I still have to find someone, and then leave here together" Traceless hurriedly stopped the white-bearded old man from urging the spell.

The white-bearded old man pondered for a moment before saying, 'In this way, when you need me, greet the old man, and the old man will appear in front of you, and then I will take you out'.

Traceless hurriedly saluted the water droplet, and the white-bearded old man waved his hand, and the water drop flashed with a light before re-entering the microscopic perspective.

Without a Trace knew it must be hiding in some small corner, but he couldn't find it.

Imagining how many water droplets and particles of matter there are in the world, if you want to find him, it is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack.

It can be seen that this small universe is indeed a good place to hide.

I don't know what kind of terrible people the old ghosts that the white-bearded old man said in his mouth were the terrifying characters, and he was forced to hide his tracks in this way.

Traceless naturally didn't want to uncover the other party's scars, so he pretended not to hear this.

So Traceless turned around and ran wildly in the direction he came.

He knew that the time had long passed, and it was time for him to meet with Huangfu Yanran.

I don't know if she's still there, or if she's out of the space.

The myriad of speculations made Traceless even more desperate to see her.

The speed of the traceless speed is getting faster and faster, and finally it is fast into a black line.

It didn't stop until it was hundreds of miles away.

Far away on a hillside, a woman in red is leaning over to pick some flowers.

Then weave it into a flower crown, and can't help but put it on your head, looking obsessed.

It seems to be falling into some kind of memory. But the smile was short-lived, and then it became sorrow.

She began to cry, covered her head with her hands and kept shaking and said: "No, I don't believe it, you are my mother, not that Jieyu, you are lying to Yan'er again, it is Yan'er who is not well-behaved, mother, don't you want Yan'er".

Huangfu Yanran cried more and more sadly, and her heart was broken without a trace.

He hurried up to her, reached out and pressed her shoulder and said, "Stop dwelling on the past, there are things to forget."

Without a trace, he would not have coaxed the girl in the first place, and this sentence was also embarrassed to the extreme.

But Huangfu Yanran couldn't hear him at all, and was still immersed in his own world. At first, he thought she was overly sad, but soon he noticed something abnormal.

So he immediately leaned down and grabbed her hands, seeing her face already occupied by pain.

Traceless had never seen her like this, even if she had a face as beautiful as a fairy, she had become extremely hideous at this time.

"What's wrong with you?" Traceless was stunned. Immediately wanted to wake her up.

But Huangfu Yanran seemed to lose her mind, and muttered the words like a little girl.

The whole person was cramping, and even the fingers were cramping.

Seeing this scene, Traceless felt a serious gaffe, and immediately reached out to knock it out.

However begin to check why.

Under the inner vision, Wuxian was shocked and trembled all over, he didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately picked her up, who was unconscious at the moment, and ran all the way to the original road.

At this moment he almost forgot what the white-bearded old man had said, as long as he greeted him, it would find him.

Running wildly without a trace, a few ups and downs returned to the pool.

Then he roared: "Senior, come out quickly, save her".