Look around.

At this moment, Ye Ning inexplicably remembered a poem taught by his husband when he was a child: When you are drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy. Is this the boundless space? Is this the "universe" called "Yu" in the upper and lower directions? In the darkness, there is only a little clear flickering, and the shadows are full of shadows, ups and downs. Although he had never seen it before, Ye Ning clearly understood that the bright spot that exuded a thick and huge aura was a wisp of spatial origin sealed by his teacher, Emperor Sen Luo.

What is Origin?

The root of things, the origin of things. Mastering this source is equivalent to stepping into the origin of the way of space, and you only need to feel it carefully to reach the realm of small success.

Without thinking too much, Ye Ning leaned out a wisp of spiritual sense and tried to contact the origin of space.

Before direct contact, the origin seemed to have given birth to half of the consciousness, and several black holes suddenly flashed around it, engulfing Ye Ning's wisp of spiritual sense.

Ye Ning frowned, this situation had never appeared when he was refining the origin of comprehension.

Perhaps, this is the difference between the Refining Origin Dao Seed and a Wisp of Spatial Origin. The former was the result of several eras of cultivation by the Senluo Heavenly Emperor and had been domesticated, while the latter was collected from his disillusionment, and his wild nature was difficult to tame.

Ye Ning was not discouraged and continued to try.

A few days later, his face showed a look of exhaustion, and the loss of spiritual consciousness was even greater, and his spirit was extremely depleted. Fortunately, in the Wuliu Immortal Mansion, he obtained a lot of elixirs to restore spiritual sense, and it happened to be useful at this time.

More than a month later, Ye Ning looked at the wisp of spatial origin in front of him, revealing a wisp of helplessness. Over the past few days, he has been constantly trying to contact the origin of space, but no matter what, it is surrounded by countless countless spatial cracks, and no matter how subtle he operates, the spiritual consciousness released by it will be swallowed up and disappear. If you can't establish a connection with the origin of space, you will never be able to refine it.

What to do?

Ye Ning thought about it for a while, and only with the help of external forces could he break the situation.

He sacrificed the blood-colored Sealing Divine Pen, wrote a big scatter in the air, and struck towards the origin of space!

It was as if the wind was rippling, and the surrounding area of the spatial origin was constantly blown, revealing an obvious light!

That light is the true face of the origin of space!

There is play.

Ye Ning was overjoyed. Feng Shen's pen flashed again and again, and he wrote nearly 10,000 loose words in one breath. This is already his limit. Nearly 10,000 scattered words, flashing with golden luster, shrouded the origin of the space around, and there was a sound of "boom, boom, boom", like a lightning strike, like a landslide. The golden light continued to dissipate, and the spatial cracks around the origin of space were also disappearing. The two continued to cancel out and neutralize, until an hour later, the golden light was extinguished, revealing the true body of the spatial origin.

It was an extremely bright light, and it was impossible to describe its color, nor its demeanor, but it was awe-inspiring to be seen.

Without hesitation, Ye Ning immediately leaned out a wisp of spiritual sense.

Warm. This was Ye Ning's first feeling when the spiritual sense touched the origin of space. It seems to be infinitely tolerated, and it seems to be infinitely favored. What is space? Embrace all things, let them gallop, fly, or be silent, or noisy. The world is infinitely changing, and space, forever there, never came or left.

Ye Ning eagerly absorbed the comprehension of the way of space.

The deeper he realized, the dimmer of light dimmermed.

Until the light completely disappeared at his fingertips, it was already twenty years later.

At this time, Ye Ning had already comprehended the way of space to the realm of Xiaocheng.

(End of chapter)