If one's soul floats in a world of silence, ignorance, feeling, and symbolism, how long can the soul endure the passage of time? How long can it hold on without losing consciousness? Or will it collapse in the insistence that it is not aware of its own consciousness or even that it has no way to perceive the existence of self-consciousness?

One day, one month, one year, ten years, or a hundred years, a thousand years?

Han Dong had never thought about this question, but fortunately, he or his divine thoughts were not facing such an ignorant and unintentional situation at this moment.

The misty space in front of him was not much different from the previous few times when he entered it in a daze.

It stands to reason that he was a mass of consciousness condensed by his divine thoughts at this time, and he should not have a body, but he did feel that his body was 'walking' forward on all fours, moving forward step by step.

It's a very strange feeling, there is only fog in front of him, and he can't see anything but it. But in his conscious perception, this is indeed 'seeing'!

Now he doesn't have any tactile feedback, he touches his body, he has touched it consciously, but his 'hands' and 'chest' don't have any touch.

He had screamed 'silently' countless times in this misty space, and he didn't hear anything in his ears, but he just sensed him 'shouting'.

Since a month ago, after inadvertently entering this misty space, he can only maintain a sense of 'self', except for 'seeing' this 'fog', he has not been able to receive even a little bit of information feedback.

He'd tried to keep running until his mind was out of this space!yes, no matter how long he was running here, he wouldn't get tired because he didn't get any feedback. He has also tried jumping, climbing, handstanding, turning in circles, etc., without exception, he can feel that he is 'doing', but he can't feel that he is 'doing'.

This time, instead of being ordinary and 'tempting' this misty space in various ways, he sat down on the spot after entering.

This time, he wants to try it once, and here, try to see if he can practice!

Yesterday in the lecture hall, after Han Dong and Jiang Feng told him about the mysterious and strange situation he encountered during his cultivation, Jiang Feng couldn't give Han Dong an exact answer. It's just that I can be sure that this is indeed very similar to the strange vision that a gifted and intelligent immortal encountered when he was cultivating, but a situation like this is indeed unheard of.

Generally speaking, the visions that occur during the cultivation of such immortal materials are usually traceable.

Some people hear the sound of heaven like that snake treasure, some people can see the heavenly immortals in their minds, and some people can smell the fragrance of the pure spirit!

It's just that ordinary Han Dong's divine thoughts are trapped in such a strange and unknown misty space, but there is no Dao fate, but there has never been a written record in the history of immortal cultivation in the Qingyun Realm.

Therefore, after some careful inquiry, Jiang Feng could only regret and comfort: maybe he Jiang Feng didn't learn enough to know what type of vision such a vision belonged to, and he couldn't solve Han Dong's doubts.

Then, when Jiang Feng confirmed with Han Dong that this vision appeared, it had improved his cultivation progress, but there were no sequelae. He could only tell Han Dong to relax and practice for the time being, and try different methods to explore the secrets in that strange misty space, even if he tried to practice.

This made Han Dong have the idea of cultivating in the misty space.

Once the thought arises, there is no need to worry about it.

At this moment, Han Dong 'perceived' for a while, and after confirming that he had 'sat down' and his hands had already 'pinched' the trick formed, he began to 'close his eyes' and meditate on the trick.

The only difference between him and practicing in the outside world is that when he practices, he needs to condense his divine thoughts and silently recite the mantra in his heart, and here, he is the divine thoughts. Therefore, when he perceives the skills in his memory, the cultivation skills have already worked in his 'body' on their own!

It's just that the next moment, when the skill in the depths of his divine mind was slowly running, in the 'perception', his divine thought trembled, and instantly shrunk to a very small amount! Han Dong only felt confused for a moment, and then he was sucked into his body by the suction generated by the operation of the skill technique!

After entering the 'body' of the Divine Thoughts, Han Dong's Divine Thoughts consciousness was a little confused and confused!'He' entered here, only to 'see' that the mist was also sucked into the body out of thin air, and was attracted by the skill to merge into a rolling tornado and surged forward frantically with the established trajectory!

How do you say that?

At this moment, he can clearly and certainly 'perceive' that he is indeed in the body, and these crazy mist tornadoes are like the heaven and earth aura that is absorbed into the body during ordinary cultivation, and the trajectory of the mist tornado is the route of the heaven and earth aura surging along the spine to the divine court and entering the sea of knowledge!

It's just that 'he' is heading towards the sea of consciousness where his divine thoughts are located in his divine mind body at the moment, so 'he' is still him?

Before 'he' could figure out the absurd logic in between, he followed these mist tornadoes and crashed into the 'Divine Court' and fell into the 'Sea of Knowledge'.

There was no so-called 'divine self' in his thoughts, and what he 'saw' in front of him was still only full of mist, but the fog in the 'sea of knowledge' here became more and more chaotic, like the boundless deep sea that was rioting!

The mist here surged madly towards the center of this deep sea, and 'he' was in the midst of such violent mist waves, and he was involuntarily swept forward by the mist!

In a few moments, 'he' came to the place where the spiritual membrane of 'Knowing the Sea' was, and 'he' still couldn't see the spiritual membrane that existed, and what he 'saw' was still only misty fog, but 'he' sensed that he was hitting an invisible barrier countless times!

In such a state, 'he' didn't feel any pain, he could only feel that he had been swept up in the fierce fog waves countless times, and fiercely hit the barrier where the spiritual membrane was located!

By this point, 'he' was already confused and confused.

Is this his own sea of consciousness, and whether the invisible and stable barrier in front of him is his own spiritual membrane. If this is in his sea of consciousness, then what is it that his daily practice induces spiritual power and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?

After such a painless and unconscious continuous impact for an unknown amount of time, the fog that 'he' saw in front of his eyes did not decrease in the slightest, but became more and more. In 'his' perception, the fog in front of him seemed to be a little thicker than at the beginning.

Just when 'he' thought that he was going to be so tirelessly swept and hit the invisible barrier by the misty waves in this 'sea of knowledge', until he exited this misty space. When 'he' crashed into the invisible barrier, 'he' suddenly gave birth to a faint and faint sense of familiarity from the unknown depths of consciousness!

The reason why the familiar traction of Qian is captured by 'him' is entirely because 'his' perception is extremely pure and clear! If it is usual, even the 'self' in the state of cultivation cannot sense that little traction!

This familiar traction without warning somewhat made 'him' tremble violently in the misty waves, as if 'he' was about to be torn apart by an inexplicable force in the next moment!

When the next time 'he' slammed into that invisible barrier, 'he' sensed that familiar traction that was almost faint enough to make one think it was an illusion, 'he' was instantly certain!

There must be something calling and pulling 'him' within this 'sea of knowledge', that invisible barrier!

With the emergence of this conscious perception of 'him', when a strong and complete obsession is gradually formed, the fog in which he is in his body suddenly seems to be boiling, and it seems to roar madly as this 'thought' of 'his' is about to awaken!

Just the next moment!

A sharp pain that was a thousand times more violent and brutal than the tide of mist came down in an instant before the 'thought' that was about to take shape that was already surging wildly in 'his' consciousness came out, and 'he' didn't even have time to react before he was completely torn to pieces by this unimaginable pain sensation of rage!

What was then torn apart and disintegrated was the inexplicable appearance of the misty space, and in Han Dong's perception, the seemingly endless misty space was almost instantly torn apart and collapsed!

Silently dissipated, followed by a faint cloud of thoughts that stood still somewhere in the misty space.

Almost at the same time, in the Gengzi meditation room, Han Dong, who was originally sitting cross-legged and cultivating with a solemn expression, his body trembled like chaff!

At this time, Han Dong had lost all consciousness and slammed into the retreat room like a corpse!

Before he could lose consciousness, all he heard in his mind was a terrible roar that seemed to come from the bottom of the endless abyss!

What no one noticed was that at the same time as Han Dong fell, he was in his cultivation room. On the flat and simple wooden board, in a nailed wooden cabinet that was also poorly done, there was an extremely faint 'click' sound from a simple and rustic small package.

A small mirror with a simple wooden handle of simple workmanship, on the mirror surface, from top to bottom, a small crack that is almost invisible runs through the lens surface.

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Late at night, shrouded in the shadow of a cloud of scattered dark clouds, a sad scream with a painful cry came from the quiet Han family's mansion and the main bedroom, which scared away a pair of grasshoppers hiding in the dark grass and planning to tryst.

After the sound of hurried footsteps made the pair of grasshoppers who were going to jump to the root of another weed and continue to linger, they hurriedly rushed to the main room with a worried face, and Master Han lit the oil lamp on the table, and saw Mrs. Han lying on the bed gasping, and his heart trembled.

Walked quickly to the edge of the bed, knelt down to help Mrs. Han, and cried out in shock: "Zhiqin!"

Mrs. Han, who raised her head and looked miserable, cried out two shocking tears of blood in her eyes, threw herself into his arms with a "woo", and cried out in a trembling voice: "Brother Ren! He... Dead!"