"Merge all the treasures on your body with your physical body, just as you fuse the flower of Thor, remember everything."

Yin Wuliangzai carefully told Yang Yibu to say.

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After talking with Yin Wuliang, Yang Yibu went into retreat, and with him were Li Ya and Li Xingxing.

In the year following Yang Yibu's retreat, the immortal realm gathered a total of more than a thousand monks from the middle to peak of the ninth level of the Mahayana period from all the great worlds of the universe.

These more than 1,000 monks are already the sum of the most high-end combat power in the universe, and these monks are under the leadership of Yin Wuliang and others.

Without hesitation, he stepped on the ancient road of white bones that fell from the sky.

As soon as they went, none of the monks returned from this ancient road of bones.

Time passed day by day, and the boiling fairy world had already quieted down, and all the monks had already seen the strange white bone ancient road hanging over the fairy world.

It's just that the monks of the fairy realm have long been accustomed to one thing, that is, every morning or after every retreat, they will raise their heads.

Silently staring at the strange and endless ancient road for a while, they were silently looking forward to it, expecting someone to walk out of this ancient road, in their hearts, even if there was a corpse, falling from this ancient road, it was also a comfort for them.

But as the years passed, the hearts of the monks began to lose heart.

During these years, except for the first group of monks to enter the ancient road, no monk tried to enter the ancient road.

The ancient road paved with white bones lies quietly in the sky of the fairy world, and the ancient road is reflected by the sun's rays.

It emits a glowing white penetrating light, and this kind of light can make people's hearts chill when they look at it for a long time, and their hearts are full of gloomy and cold feelings.

"Alas, ten thousand years have passed, and I have completely fused both the Zhenshi Pagoda and the Gathering Spirit Continent into my body."

Ten thousand years later, Yang Yibu woke up from the retreat, and during these 10,000 years, Yang Yibu did not dare to stop for a moment.

He was working hard to fuse the Zhenshi Pagoda and the Gathering Spirit Continent, and of course, the robe of the Dao Ancestor was also among Yang Yibu's fusions.

It's just that the robe of the Dao Ancestor was the first to be fused with Yang Yibu's body, so it is relatively simple to fuse.

It was also Yin Wuliang who pointed out the path of cultivation to Yang Yibu, and after the robe of the Dao Ancestor was fused by Yang Yibu, he suddenly woke up.

It turned out that a long time ago, he had already embarked on the path of fusion, and it was his own Yuan Ying who disappeared inexplicably.

At that time, Yang Yibu tried all kinds of methods to find his Yuan Baby, and he didn't know why his Yuan Ying disappeared inexplicably.

But since Yang Yibu successfully fused the robe of the Dao Ancestor, he knew that his Yuan Ying had not disappeared, but had completely merged with his body.

After his Yuan Ying and his body were completely fused, his cultivation path was completely different from that of all the cultivators in the universe.

He has embarked on a completely different path from all the monks in the universe, and this path Yang Yibu calls it the method of fusion cultivation.

"Now that I don't have any treasures to fuse, I'll take a look at what level my cultivation has reached."

Yang Yibu calmed down and began to observe his own cultivation.

"Well, my cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth level of the Mahayana period, and I have reached the level where I cannot advance."

Yang Yibu knew that all the monks in the universe, as long as they reached the peak of the ninth level of the Mahayana period, it would be impossible for them to advance.

Moreover, after reaching the peak of the ninth level of the Mahayana period, the monks would find a place to hide so as not to be sent by the heavens.

And why can't he advance after his cultivation reaches the peak of the ninth level of the Mahayana period, and he will be sent by heaven if he continues to cultivate, this is not only the doubt of Yang Yibu alone, but also the doubt of all monks.

"I've reached the peak of the ninth level of the Mahayana period, let's see if I can enter the one hundred and eighth floor of the Zhenshi Tower."

Yang Yibu sighed, not thinking about what were puzzling and incomprehensible.

Although Yang Yibu had completely integrated the Zhenshi Pagoda with his own body, the one hundred and eighth floor of the Zhenshi Pagoda was a separate space.

It had been suspended in Yang Yib's consciousness space, and had not completely merged with Yang Yib's physical body like the other one hundred and seven layers.

Yang Yib's spiritual power turned into the form of his own deity, walking in the sea of his consciousness.

It didn't take long for Yang Yibu to come to the tower gate on the one hundred and eighth floor of the Zhenshi Tower.

At this time, the tower gate was tightly closed, and Yang Yibu stood in front of the tower gate with his hands in his hands, carefully observing the simple and atmospheric, and very vicissitudes of the tower gate.

Yang Yibu stood in front of the tower gate and looked at it for a long time, then he closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

Then he opened his eyes, and walked up the steps in front of the tower gate, walking very slowly.

While walking, Yang Yibu calmed down the uneven emotions in his heart, and the thousands of whys in his heart pushed open the tower door.

When you enter the tower, you will get the answer, and everything will have a perfect explanation.

"Boom, boom~".

Step by step in front of the tower gate, Yang Yibu slowly raised his hands, and he slowly put his hands against the ancient tower gate.

Yang Yibu began to exert his strength slowly, and as his strength slowly increased, the vicissitudes of the ancient tower gate were in the midst of a huge sound.

began to open slowly, and at the moment when the tower door opened, an ancient vicissitudes of life and ancient breath rushed to the face, as if spanning hundreds of millions of years.

"Whew~".

Yang Yibu raised one leg and, without hesitation, stepped into the tower.

As Yang Yib entered the tower, with just a glance, Yang Yib saw everything in the tower.

This layer of the tower is not as huge as Yang Yibu imagined, on the contrary, the space in it is extremely narrow.

It was so small that it was only the size of a study, and it was a great contrast to the height it looked from the outside.

In this study-sized space, a rotten futon is placed in the center of the room.

On the wall directly opposite the futon was a huge bronze mirror, which one was so large that it occupied a whole wall.

Yang Yibu stood in front of this mirror for a long time, and he also observed it for a long time, and there was nothing in the whole space except a broken futon and a bronze mirror.

After Yang Yib didn't see anything else, he took another step and walked in the space that could be completed in a few steps.

Yang Yibu searched carefully and carefully this room that could be seen at a glance, and he wanted to find something that would help him, even if it was just a few words.

But to Yang Yibu's disappointment, there was nothing here except a bronze mirror and a futon that was about to rot.

"How can this be? Didn't Master Yin Wuliang tell me that if I entered the one hundred and eighth floor of Zhenshi Tower, I would get everything I wanted to know, could it be that I entered the wrong place?"

Yang Yib's eyes were wide open the size of cow's eggs, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right.

After a long while, Yang Yibu became suspicious in his heart, and he wondered if he had gone to the wrong place.

As soon as Yang Yibu thought of going to the wrong place, he strongly wanted to quit and check to see if he had really gone to the wrong door.

"Bang~".

Just as Yang Yibu turned around and wanted to go out of the tower to confirm, the tower door was naturally closed at this time.

"Well, I can't get out".

Yang Yibu smiled self-deprecatingly and muttered.

"Sit down for a while."

Yang Yibu muttered helplessly after doing nothing to turn around in this small space for a few times.

Looking left and right, Yang Yibu found that there was no place to sit except for a dilapidated futon.

So Yang Yibu slowly walked to the side of the futon, and sat down with his feet crossed.

"Huhuhu~".

When Yang Yibu sat on the futon, bursts of white light shone brightly.

On top of the huge bronze ancient mirror, there was also a light lit up.

"Hmm~, there is also a TV in this place?".

Yang Yibu's eyes widened, and his eyes were fixed on the bronze mirror that was constantly flashing with white light for a moment, and he said softly.

This can't be tolerated by Yang Yibu, because at this time, there are flickering white snowflakes on this huge bronze mirror.

It is very similar to the white snowflakes that kept flashing on the TV screen when Yang Yibu was watching TV on the earth when he first turned on the TV.

"The answer to everything I want to know must be on this TV."

Yang Yib's eyes were fixed on the flickering white light on the bronze mirror, and now Yang Yib regarded the huge bronze mirror as a TV.

Because there's nothing better than television to describe the weird things in front of you.

"If you come, then you will be safe, since I have come here, and I can't get out, why don't I take a good look at this TV, I haven't watched TV for hundreds of thousands of years."

Yang Yibu thought like this, which was a kind of evil taste.

"Yang Yib, have you arrived?"

Just as Yang Yibu was thinking wildly, the flickering white light on the bronze mirror disappeared, and a vague figure appeared on the mirror.

As time passed, the blurred figure on the bronze mirror began to become clear.

"Master, I'm Ib, I'm here, it's me, it's me."

Yang Yibu saw the face of the figure on the bronze mirror.

His eyes moistened, and he muttered as he stared at the figure tightly.

This clear figure on the bronze mirror is the last time he talked to Yang Yibu ten thousand years ago.

"Ib, are you okay".

Yin Wuliang on the bronze mirror couldn't hear Yang Yibu's words at all, he just paused for a moment and continued.