Wanjie Tower, inheritance space!

Under the severe pain of the tearing soul, Xia Mu devoted himself to the enlightenment of the way of the soul, and the will unconsciously began to improve in height, and the effect was even better than the previous ten years, but the pain suffered by the soul became stronger and stronger, and even when the severe pain hit several times, Xia Mu's will operation came to a halt, and his brain was blank.

In the most serious case, his will almost collapsed directly, but fortunately, during that life and death crisis, his spiritual power broke through from the first level to the second level, and forcibly reunited Xia Mu's almost collapsed will.

100 years, 200 years, 300 years...... In the blink of an eye, Xia Mu had been sharpening his will in the inheritance space for more than a thousand years, which was equivalent to ten days when converted into the speed of time in the outside world.

And during this period of time, the entire Ancient Realm also underwent earth-shaking changes, and the sky and earth of the entire Ancient Realm became blood-red, as if dyed red by endless blood.

And in the deepest part of the center of the ancient world, that is, where the Tower of Ten Thousand Realms stands, the entire Tower of Ten Thousand Realms has long been out of the surface at this time, standing in the air, and in the place where it left, there is an endless pool of blood all over a radius of 100,000 miles, and the blood pool is filled with an endless sea of blood, which contains extremely terrifying power of qi and blood, and can vaguely see hundreds of millions of phantoms of various races wandering in it, obviously, these phantoms are the masters of the blood of this sea of blood.

Among them, the weakest breath has the strength equivalent to the immortal realm, and the strong ones have even reached the eternal realm, and there are so many of them that it makes people's scalps tingle when they see it, and they don't know how many years it will take to build a blood pool of this scale.

And at this time, after clearing out the powerhouses of all the forces of the Chaos Sea that had entered this ancient realm, the creatures of the ancient realm led by Ling Yao were all standing on the edge of the blood pool in an orderly manner, and among them, more than half of them were shape-shifting beasts, and there were also many evil creatures like Yin Ji and the Sixteen Nights Saint General.

At this moment, they all stood on the altar with solemn expressions, reciting obscure ancient rituals.

And with their recitation, the originally calm sea of blood suddenly burst into waves, and then began to set off waves of blood, blood waves rolling, rolling bloody wind and rain, making the sky of this ancient realm more and more gloomy, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly dull.

At this time, Xia Mu didn't know all these changes that had taken place in the outside world, because his will tempering had entered the most critical moment, and he had already touched the limit of his ninth will.

The limit of will itself is the limit, and nine is the limit of numbers, so this ninth limit of will can be called the limit of the limit, last time Xia Mu relied on the power of the soul to survive the sixth limit of will, and thus successfully broke through the seventh and eighth limit of will, but this ninth limit is really difficult.

If Xia Mu's current will strength is equivalent to that of a peak powerhouse of the Ninth Emperor Venerable in the Immortal Realm, then the ninth limit that he wants to break through is no less difficult than breaking through from the Emperor-level will to the Eternal Will.

If it was in the past, Xia Mu couldn't have imagined that his will strength could be condensed to the point where it is today, and it could be condensed to a level comparable to the peak of the emperor.

Of course, he also suffered enough for this, and even encountered a few direct life and death crises, half of his feet entered the ghost gate, and finally he took that foot back from the ghost gate with his last breath.

There is an element of luck in this, and there is also his own perseverance and hard work in it.

However, even so, he was not at all sure that he would be able to break through the limit of the ninth will, because during this period of time, his spiritual realm had always stagnated at the second level, although he had already touched the edge of the third level, but according to the increase in the severe pain in front of him, Xia Mu's spiritual realm was probably not yet able to step into the third level, and his will would be crushed by the severe pain.

In other words, the current increase in the strength of his will can no longer keep up with the will tempering methods left by Ling Yao, if the spiritual realm is not broken through for a long time, then one day, his will will be crushed by pain, there is no doubt about this.

Once or twice, you can get lucky to walk back from the ghost gate, but Xia Mu doesn't dare to bet that he will still be able to survive the next time.

At that time, once the level of pain exceeds the limit of Xia Mu's will, then his divine soul will will directly collapse, and this also represents a fall.

Of course, Xia Mu's will tempering for more than a thousand years is not without gains...... The will of the divine soul has been tortured for more than a thousand years, and under the continuous grinding of unprecedented pain, his divine soul has also been greatly improved, and even with his own cultivation, he has quietly cultivated to the half-step immortal realm, if Xia Mu is willing, now he only needs to survive the immortal tribulation, and he can truly become a veritable immortal realm cultivator.

However, he is naturally not arrogant enough to go to the tribulation at such a time, otherwise he really wants to find death, at least he has to survive this tempering of will.

Although facing a crisis, Xia Mu had already prepared to die and live later, so he would not feel afraid, and even the more this was the case, the calmer his heart became, because his spiritual realm had reached such a level, although he had not yet pierced that layer of paper, but at least in the face of the threat of death, he was no longer as flustered as before.

If you want to be born after death, you must at least not be afraid of death, only if you are not afraid of death, can you truly see the true face of death, and then you can find that glimmer of life in death.

The truth remains the same, Xia Mu has already understood it in the past, but there is a big difference between understanding and whether he can do it.

The mist emitted from the small golden tower turned into various blades, constantly causing damage to Xia Mu's divine soul body, this damage is undamaged, although there is pain, but the power of the divine soul will not be reduced because of this, at most it will be defeated and dispersed, but it will still recondense after a while.

However, it can be seen that as the pain continues to intensify, the speed of re-condensation of the Divine Soul Villain has become slower and slower after being defeated, and if it cannot be re-condensed in the end, it means that Xia Mu has completely fallen. However, the closer he got to the limit, the more focused Xia Mu's heart became, and his mind gradually fell into a state of emptiness, and the sharpening effect on his mind turned out to be better, and his progress was faster.

1,100 years, 1,200 years, 1,300 years......

"It's been two thousand years. ”

Only in the inheritance space where Xia Mu existed, a slightly old voice quietly sounded, and then Ling Yao's figure slowly emerged from the void. Of course, this time it was the deity that appeared.

He looked at Xia Mu, whose blood vessels burst all over his body and was drenched in blood, under that kind of severe pain, he could still feel the peace and firmness in Xia Mu's heart at this time, even if he faced the threat of death, he was still fearless and focused on the sharpening of his soul.