In the past, whenever I had time, I studied the White Tiger Boots, trying to figure out the vague words written on them, and seeing if there were any clues to the next stage of the exercises.

However, all efforts have been in vain, at least until now, and there is no clue at all.

Before, I never understood why this was happening!

But now I have some vague speculations and some realities, that is, my father, despite his great powers, is not omnipotent!

Obviously, there seemed to be some problems with the inheritance of the exercises he had arranged for me, which caused me to be unable to break through.

Although because of this reason, my cultivation was able to be polished very completely in the primordial realm, and I had the combat power to kill the monks of the Great Yan Realm.

And from the current point of view, this precipitation does not seem to have reached the end, as long as the opportunity comes, I may not be without the possibility of further improvement.

But I can't wait!

This feeling became more urgent, especially when he thought of the danger that his father might encounter.

Before today, even if I had known that he had been caught, I had never been so worried.

Because at that time, he could still calmly arrange many back hands, and in that battle, the other party obviously did not show that strong desire to kill him.

But now everything is different.

Ever since I guessed that he might have chosen to go all the way, it always felt like the countdown to his life had begun.

If that's the case, if I don't step up my cultivation, let alone help him, I will even have doubts about whether I will be able to see him for the last time, let alone go back to the past.

For a while, all kinds of thoughts were mixed and entangled, unreasonable, and couldn't figure it out, which made me feel big for a while.

This state of embarrassment is the first time I have appeared since I came to the world of cultivating immortals in my dreams.

Before this, no matter how big a setback I encountered, or even a few times when I encountered a state of fear for my life, I had never felt such unbearable pain.

It was after this pain was sublimated to a certain stage that I suddenly had a feeling in my heart, and I felt that my current self seemed to have truly integrated into this immortal world for the first time.

Or, although my previous life was very harmonious with this world, there was always something missing.

Now that I think about it, the missing part is probably this level of pain!

The so-called five flavors of life are sweet and sour, bitter and salty, and the five flavors of life are joys, angers, sorrows, sorrows, and grievances.

The goal of helping his father was very clear, but he was unable to take effective action due to his own lack of cultivation.

I felt like a fly trapped in a clear crystal, looking at the light all around, but no matter where I took it, I ended up hitting the wall.

The more anxious he is, the more anxious he is, the more resentful he becomes, and the whole person is almost going to explode and destroy in this extreme emotion.

However, the more this is the case, the more I feel the true side of the world.

It was a sense of intimacy with the real world, as if I was in reality at the moment, and the original reality was becoming more and more like a dream.

That's probably the true meaning of suffering, right?

So far, all the flavors are complete, and the degree of integration with the world is getting higher and higher, just like I was really born and grew up in Si!

And everything in the past is true, it is the real event that I have experienced, it is my life!

It was the first time I had such a serious sensory confusion in a dream, especially since it had suddenly appeared in extreme pain and caught me off guard.

It seems that this state of not being able to be comfortable with ambitions and being unable to develop one's wishes is the most torturous to people's letters, and at the same time, it is also the easiest for people to let go of the defenses in their hearts and completely collapse.

"Little Heaven! Little Heaven ......"

"Xiaotian, why are you here?"

"Xiaotian, it turns out that you know Ling Jiu!

"Xiaotian, are you okay?"

"Oh no!

"Why are you still stunned, why don't you hurry up and help, Xiaotian has gone crazy!"

"Ah......h

Suddenly, just as the pain of my inner grief was reaching its limit, I felt as if I heard a call ringing in my ears.

It's real, it's very clear, but when you want to answer, it feels so far away, as if it's coming from another world.

Although my mind was in turmoil, I still felt a little kind and a little serene when I heard this call that seemed to be real and nothing.

In hindsight, I was like a normal person locked up in a room in extreme darkness.

Although he has bright eyes, he can't see anything, and he feels the walls everywhere, and the whole person seems to be locked in a small, stuffy can.

Eventually, all kinds of negative emotions were derived, which directly caused my temper to become irritable, and it could no longer be contained.

And the limit of this outburst is that after hearing the warm voice, a fragment of consciousness suddenly appears, and the whole person also falls into syncope.

This is probably the collapse of consciousness that will only arise when you are on the verge of a mental breakdown and suddenly feel a sense of security, right?

But this is a very shameful thing!

As a monk, an immortal in the mouth of a mortal, and the nominal number two person of the Confucian Qitian Academy, I actually fainted......

Even in reality, this has never happened!

But thinking about the slightly eager cry of "Xiaotian has gone crazy" that I heard at the end, I didn't feel very wronged all of a sudden.

After all, I'm crazy!

Mortals who practice martial arts will also practice Qi, and immortals who go mad are naturally nothing.

It's just that I didn't expect to fall into a state of madness in such a situation, and I didn't have time to feel it.

But in other words, it seems that no monk would go crazy in a sober state, right?

If that kind of situation really exists, it must not be called madness, but madness!

When I woke up again, the first thing I saw was a big face full of concern, who was it if it wasn't Dewey?

Before he could speak, he heard a questioning voice coming from the side.

"Brother Dewey, is this kid good at it? Helping others protect the Fa, no one else has anything to do, he himself has gone mad!" the man said, his tone quite unkind.

However, before his words fell, someone said: "Yes, I am really worried about my safety with such a teammate!"

With two consecutive doubts, Dewey secretly said that it was not good, and was about to speak, but I reached out to stop him first.

And I, too, took this opportunity to stand up directly, stared at the two people and said, "What, you want to test if I'm qualified?"