What is the realm?

Ethereal existence belongs to the kind of things that you can see, but you can't touch.

Almost every monk knows what the realm is, but when you ask him what the realm is, he may tell you that the realm is the blood condensation realm, the qi cultivation period, the foundation building period, the Dao seed stage, and so on.

But when these so-called realm divisions are thrown away, what exactly is the realm?

If the realm is a monk's imagination, how can the power gained after the breakthrough be explained?

If the realm is a treasure that belongs to the human body, then where is it?

If it is the realm divided by the Heavenly Dao, then where does the realm exist?

No monk could answer these questions, not even some well-known and knowledgeable people in the immortal cultivation world, including the powerful people of the ancient period.

And this strange question is now defeated in front of Mo Xie's eyes, and his consciousness has truly appeared in the realm.

"My realm has become infinite because of the extreme realm?"

Mo Xie looked up at the invisible edge, and felt the existence of the extreme realm, he was like an expander, expanding the original container into an infinite space.

"It seems that my assumption is right, if you want to break through without abandoning the extreme realm, only by changing the flow route of the extreme realm in the physical body can it be possible to affect the extreme realm in the realm. ”

Now the problems are all linked, like an invisible thread, connected in various problems.

"As long as you understand the essence of the extreme realm, you can initially grasp the extreme realm, and then you can be foolproof when changing the meridians. ”

"So how do you comprehend the Extreme?"

Mo Xie stared blankly at the dazzling blood-red silk thread in front of him, and fell into deep thought for a while.

"Do you want to enter the Arctic Silk Thread?"

A bold thought popped into his mind, he felt that in order to understand the Extreme Realm, he must first experience the essence of the Extreme Realm, and this essence was in the silk thread in front of him that was completely composed of the Extreme Realm.

However, the danger factor is very high, once the Dao heart of the ink evil is not hard enough, there will be a high chance of being assimilated by the extreme realm.

In this way, his consciousness will be replaced by the extreme realm, and he will become a monster without thoughts that can only kill.

However, the greater the risk, the greater the reward, if you want to quickly comprehend the true meaning of the extreme realm, it is not enough to rely on the patience of the drop stone, only with the belief that you will not enter the tiger's den to get the tiger's son can you do it.

What Mo Xie lacks most now is time, a bunch of powerful core disciples outside are searching for him, once he is found, he will face a situation of being one enemy, and he will have to die if he doesn't die at that time.

Since he stepped into the realm of cultivating immortals, he has had a lot of bold ideas, but most of them were cut off by the ink evil himself when they were just generated, and the rest of his thoughts were only done when he was at a point where he couldn't do it.

He also knew that once he failed, he would lose everything he had, life, cultivation and Zhou Die, but Mo Xie had no choice, if he didn't choose to face the wind at a critical moment, he would be eliminated by the immortal cultivation world and become a salted fish waiting for death.

Fortunately, his bold ideas have been successful these times, and a large part of the reason for this is that Mo Xie has a mind and decisiveness beyond ordinary people, and he will make a move when it is time to make a move, and he will never hesitate.

"Extreme, isn't it?"

There was a touch of firmness in the ink evil's single eye, and the consciousness body quickly floated towards the silk thread of the Extreme Realm, just like a moth that knew that it would rush into the flames until death, without any hesitation.

In a trance, he came to a very strange place, where there was no space, no years, no color, not even size.

It is such a place, but it gives Mo Xie a very contradictory feeling, He is infinitely large and infinitely small, He is infinitely long and infinitely short, including all things in the world.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

At this time, a childish voice full of life interrupted Mo Xie's thoughts, and he "opened" his eyes and looked at the strange world in front of him.

As far as the eye could see, all the land was covered with greenery, and countless giant trees that could not be surrounded by a hundred people were everywhere, and a deafening beast roar howled one after another from all directions, mixed with a few young cries.

A breath of the barbaric era came to his face.

Under the shade of a huge tree, there were several thatched huts that looked unsturdy, and several large men dressed in animal skin clothes of different colors stood nervously in front of one of them.

When they heard the voice, laughter and shouts of joy suddenly resounded in the sky, and everyone danced around the thatched hut with their hands in hand, as if it were some kind of sacrificial dance, with an inexplicable feeling in it, at least from the perspective of a third party.

Their ordinary countenances were filled with heartfelt joy.

Simplicity to the extreme.

Mo Xie looked at this smile, as if it could infect other people, and even the corners of Mo Xie's mouth couldn't help but turn up.

The advent of a new life brings not only vitality to this small tribe, but also the motivation to live.

Crunch!

At this time, the door of the thatched hut suddenly opened, and out of it came a gray-haired old woman, whose wrinkles on her face were almost stacked together, and her eyes did not show the same joy as these men, but showed a touch of sadness.

She held a bloodstained baby in her hand, looked at one of these big men, and shook her head slightly.

At this time, a majestic-looking man came out from among several big men, he looked at the sacrifices in the tribe, the original joyful smile instantly retracted, and a crystal clear tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Then he rushed into the thatched hut like crazy, and a dark-skinned woman lay on a straw mat, looking at the man in front of her with bright eyes, and a happy smile crossed the corners of her mouth.

She knew that her man was the leader of the tribe and the hope of the tribe, and she had succeeded in continuing the hope of the tribe, even though she knew that she was about to die, she still laughed happily.

"When I die, give them the meat. ”

She knew that the situation of the tribe was very bad now, because the attack of other tribes and the weather that was about to enter winter had made the lack of food in the tribe to the extreme, and the adults could not eat enough at all, and even starved.

"You're not going to die! You're not going to die!"

The man's voice was filled with indescribable sadness, and his mouth kept muttering to himself, and his words were not only for the woman, but also for himself.

"You have to take care of our child and turn him into a man as strong as you are. ”

The woman gently stroked the man's face, and then the breath instantly withered until it disappeared.

"No!"

The man's mournful voice suddenly came out of the thatched hut, rushing out of the small tribe and out of the forest.

The baby also began to cry at this time, as if feeling the death of his mother.

Much later.

The man came out of the room, his weeping eyes bloodshot, and he carefully took the baby from the sacrificial hand, with sadness and tenderness in his eyes.

He whispered to the baby, "You will be called Xiao Luoxiong from now on, a heroic tribal hero." ”

"Goh!goh!"

Xiao Luoxiong seemed to like the name very much, and immediately giggled, dispelling the sad atmosphere a little.

Three years later.

"Daddy, look, you see I'm growing up again. ”

This voice is very immature, just like the voice of a child of a few years old, but if you can judge the figure and appearance of the other party by the voice, then there are not so many people who give gifts to the anchor. Miss Biluo arrived, and they all dodged away!

The three-year-old Xiao Luoxiong has developed extremely fast, and he has lived up to his parents' expectations, but in just three years, his figure has grown from a baby to a giant baby of 1.8 meters.

This speed is unprecedented, and even the giant beast cubs in the forest are not as fast as the giants.

Xiao Zhan sat at the head of the hall, and the man below kept telling something, judging from his expression, it should be that the tribe has encountered some kind of crisis recently.

But when the man saw Xiao Luoxiong, he chose to shut up and retreat.

"Daddy, you see I've grown up a lot. ”

Xiao Luoxiong seemed to be showing off, constantly showing off his rapidly growing body.

"Yes, Nobita!"

Xiao Zhan stood up and touched Xiao Luoxiong, who was about his height, with a relieved smile on his face.

"Hehe, Daddy, wait, one day I will grow bigger than a giant tree, and then I will drive out all the tribes that have bullied us. ”

The three-year-old Xiao Luoxiong is not only very well developed, but also has a huge improvement in his mind, although he is only three years old, but he can already understand many adult things.

"Okay, good, good! Daddy is waiting for that day. ”

Over the next five years, the tribe fought hundreds of battles with other invading tribes, and the lack of food and the scarcity of adults made the tribe more and more devastation.

Almost every year, people die, and the number of newborn children is also decreasing, and only a few dozen people have been born in the past five years, far from keeping up with the speed of consumption, and Xiao Zhan is also seriously injured and has been bedridden ever since.

But fortunately, Xiao Luoxiong took on the responsibility of the tribal leader in time, he kept eating and drinking in five years, and his height had already changed from 1.8 meters before to a giant man of nearly five meters.

The originally immature face has become mature in these years of war in the east and west.

"Chief! they're calling again. ”

A man dressed in animal skins, covered in scars, as if soaked in blood, covered all his appearance.

The screams and cries of young children, mixed with hideous smiles, cast a rich shadow over the quiet and peaceful tribe.