Everyone looked at Fang Yu with amazent.
Over sixteen hundred marks, which ans Fang Yu stayed in the Secret Realm for more than sixteen hundred years.
This...
How is it possible?
Fang Yu’s expression was very serious and earnest, not at all like he was lying.
On the table, aside from the glutton Chen Daotian continuously stuffing food into his mouth, everyone else was looking at Fang Yu, eagerly anticipating his story.
"Brother Yu, what on earth happened? Wasn’t it supposed to be seventy years? How did it suddenly beco over sixteen hundred years! My god... I don’t even know how you got through that, and you still manage to stay eternally youthful. Could it be that you ate Tang Seng’s flesh?" Chen Daotian asked.
Everyone rolled their eyes.
Although this guy’s words were annoying, his question hit the mark.
Fang Yu glanced at him and said slowly:
"I don’t know the exact reason either... I think the Secret Realm has mutated..."
"Mutated?"
Everyone was full of confusion, they had already grasped the types and thods of determining Secret Realms, in this respect, Jiang Ren was always a leading researcher of Secret Realms.
How could a Secret Realm mutate?
Fang Yu explained:
"It’s like playing a ga. If there’s only one instance, and your level has increased, the only way to make the instance challenging is to increase the difficulty... It so happened that I cleared this Secret Realm once before. So, when I re-entered this Secret Realm, the difficulty increased, the ti beca longer... and the monsters inside were much stronger than last ti. Of course, this is just a guess, if you want to see if this is the case, Daotian can go in and have so fun..."
"Um..." Chen Daotian was stunned for a mont, "It’s better to let Jiang Ren have fun, he’s interested in this."
Fang Yu chuckled and said:
"Back to the point, after the mutation of the Secret Realm, the ratio of slow ti has also changed. Seven days have passed now, and I spent over sixteen hundred years in there, that translates to roughly eighty thousand tis!"
Everyone was shocked.
Eighty thousand tis!
If there’s nothing inside, only Spiritual Energy, food, shelter, you could even maintain eternal life.
Then this is undoubtedly an excellent place for cultivation.
It’s just that...
How many people can resist the erosion of ti?
Fang Yu continued:
"As last ti, I found a lot of spiritual dicine in the Secret Realm, used them for refining, and the Life Extension Pill helped resist the erosion of ti."
He paused, then continued: "Actually, these are not difficult... What truly troubles you is how to resist the tornt of loneliness, solitude, mind, and will, that’s what really makes it terrifying."
Xu Sisi nodded and said: "Mr. Fang is right, Sisi is also curious about how you maintain such a mindset without changing. It’s not like the True Dragon Clan, they are a tribe, they have companions to talk to, to ward off loneliness."
Everyone else looked at Fang Yu with curiosity.
Fang Yu revealed a hint of excitent and said: "Initially, I didn’t know either... so I crazily ditated and cultivated, day in and day out, then tried every ans to leave the Secret Realm. When my strength reached the Heavenly chanism Realm, after just eight hundred years, which is half the ti, I felt that re ditation and cultivation had made feel oppressed and bloodthirsty... Repeatedly killing monsters every day made my mindset increasingly explosive..."
"Later... I couldn’t endure it anymore, so I drained all the Primordial Qi in my Qi Sea! Perhaps I was lucky, because in one day without Primordial Qi, not a single monster ca to attack . Maybe it was my Primordial Qi that attracted them... Afterward, I resud cultivation... until I comprehended the willpower hierarchy."
He didn’t ntion that he was cultivating the Divine Dragon Technique.
He only said repetitive cultivation.
The Divine Dragon Technique had long been cultivated to the Ninth Layer Realm.
Apart from repetitive cultivation, there was no other cultivation technique to practice. He firmly believed that the Divine Dragon Technique was different from other cultivation thods.
"Willpower hierarchy?" Everyone was surprised, amazed at this unfamiliar term.
In fact, this was achieved through cultivating the Divine Dragon Technique.
Mandala petals turned into Dragon Scales, like a birthmark imprinted on Fang Yu’s wrist.
Just like when he first encountered the Divine Dragon Technique deep in the mountains, the willpower hierarchy appeared again.
"Yes, willpower hierarchy... Human willpower also has strength levels, divided into ordinary, extraordinary, shocking, terrifying, supre, infinite, highest, seven levels. My willpower is at the Shocking Level."
"What exactly is willpower for?" Chen Daotian asked.
Fang Yu squinted his eyes and said: "Let ask you... What’s the vital point for a cultivator?"
"First the Dantian, then the Qi Sea!" Chen Daotian replied.
"Now I tell you, when you cultivate willpower, the true vital point of a cultivator is the will! The stronger the will, the harder it is to eradicate! In other words... even if you abolish my Qi Sea, I can rely on my willpower to forcibly restore it!"
Hearing this, everyone was deeply shocked.
Is that really possible?
Chen Daotian’s mouth hung open wide, incredulously saying: "Isn’t that kind of like an immortal’s Primordial Spirit?"
"You could say that." Fang Yu said with a smile.
"So... in the end, what exactly is your Cultivation Realm, Heavenly chanism Realm?" Chen Daotian asked in a persistent manner, determined to get to the bottom of it.
Fang Yu glared at him with annoyance, then said calmly:
"Infinite!"
For a mont, the entire place was silent.
...
...
anwhile.
In the Kunlun Mountain, within the Kunlun Hall.
The Saint Heir of the True Dragon Clan, who had returned through a long and arduous journey, sat limply on a chair.
This ti, sitting on the Dragon Chair was no longer the True Lord of the True Phoenix Clan, Ye Xie, but the Clan Leader of the True Dragon Clan, Huangfu Zhan!
Saint Heir Huangfu Wencai took close to half an hour to recount his experiences on Tiandu Mountain.
Clear and detailed, the entire story.
The entire great hall, the True Phoenix Clan and True Dragon Clan were clearly divided to the left and right, Huangfu Zhan was in a commanding position.
Not daring to even breathe loudly!
The atmosphere was heavily oppressive.
Who knows how much ti passed.
On the Dragon Chair, Huangfu Zhan suddenly lifted his hand...
Boom!
With one palm, he shattered the Dragon Chair into pieces!
Gold and silver held no attraction for him!
"Preposterous!"
Huangfu Zhan suddenly spoke, his voice like thunder, "Wencai, is there even a shred of falsehood in what you said? Even when the Ten Great Bloodlines still existed, no one dared to insult our True Dragon Clan like this, who is bold enough to not only insult our True Dragon Clan, but also kill eight Heavenly chanism Level protectors of the True Phoenix Clan, and even cripple your cultivation!?"
Huangfu Wencai slowly raised his hand, weakly said: "Father... I swear to the heavens, I wouldn’t dare lie even half a word. As a Saint Heir, I swear before the clansn, before the True Phoenix Clan, that every fact ntioned is absolutely true, if there’s any falsehood, may I be struck by heavenly lightning, and die a bad death!"
With these words.
The True Lord of the True Phoenix Clan, Ye Xie, was burning with fury, fists clenched tightly, cracking...
"Goodness gracious, bullying the Saint Heir... killing eight of my True Phoenix Clan’s protectors, I can endure that! But to insult the True Dragon Clan, how can our two clans have footing on this continent in the future, how can we establish authority in front of the world?"
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