No one expected Tang Ling's breakthrough to be so special.
Not only was his breakthrough forcefully halted, but he even met Tang Feng, who had been dead for many years, in the visualization world.
Perhaps this wasn't the real Tang Feng … but who wouldn't find this kind of meeting, gathering, and even preaching and receiving teachings? On top of that, there was an indescribable sigh.
However, be it Tang Ling or Tang Feng, neither of them seemed to care about it. One could even say that Tang Feng's spirit was premeditated for a long time. He knew that one day, it would meet Tang Ling's own will under the right conditions in the visualization world.
However, why was Tang Ling so calm? The reason might be complicated to analyze. However, at that very moment, he was completely immersed in Tang Feng's teachings. The method of tempering one's willpower was magical. Just by listening to Tang Feng's explanation, Tang Ling could already feel the wonders of the method and how it could be used in battles in the future. Although it could not be directly converted into the most direct form of combat power, but …
However, if he could temper his self-consciousness to a higher realm, such as the diamond realm, then the excellencer, who was regarded as the scariest and toughest opponent by most Purple Moon Warriors, would be crushed when he fought Tang Ling.
The method had even more mystical effects, but it was not something that Tang Ling could understand at the moment. Tang Feng did not plan to tell Tang Ling about it either. It was better for him to experience it himself.
The process of teaching and learning did not allow one to feel the flow of time, and there was no way to accurately measure the flow of time in the visualization world. Whether it was long or short, fast or slow, it was related to the fluctuation of the spirit in the visualization world, but the people of this era still did not know what the relationship was.
**
The vibrant early spring passed in the blink of an eye.
The spring had fully unleashed the vigor that had been accumulated for a whole winter. The mountain outside the little house was filled with flowers and the grass was green.
It was early winter at the foot of the mountain. It was drizzling, and the plants had yet to wither. The greenery was still there, but it felt bleak and desolate.
"If this was the old civilization, this should be a small city in the south." Higan closed the book in her hand and muttered to herself as she gazed at the world at the foot of the mountain.
Tang Ling was still breaking through. It had been more than 20 days in the blink of an eye. It had been almost a month. Was it still within the normal range?
There were no guards or experienced scholars around, so Higan was unable to get an answer from Kieran.
Although she had steeled her heart, Tang Ling's energy fluctuation had vanished around ten days ago, which worried Higan a lot.
Even though she knew she should not disturb Tang Ling, she could not help but want to open the door and check on Tang Ling.
It was also because of this decision that Higan realized something magical. The egg that was guarding Tang Ling's door was able to express its own consciousness and communicate with Higan in the simplest way.
When Higan stood in front of the door and was about to push it open, it was the egg that emitted an urgent emotion to stop her.
Although the expression was not clear, the emotions were conveyed very clearly. It was as if one person's emotions were completely copied to another person.
As smart as Higan was, she instantly understood what the egg was trying to convey. Don't go in! Don't!
On top of that, the egg was afraid that Higan did not know it was the one that was expressing its strong will, so when it was expressing its will, it even rolled around Higan's feet. It was a funny sight to behold.
Higan knew the egg's origin very well.
It was a reincarnated super vicious beast that was fed with top-tier resources and Tang Ling's blood. It must be a magical little thing.
Therefore, when Higan received the message from the egg, she gave up on the thought without a second thought.
However, the egg was still worried. It used some unknown method to make Higan feel an unusually strong life force from the room where Tang Ling was breaking through.
The intensity was not like a blazing fire. Instead, it was like the vitality of a plant that had been accumulating for an entire winter. It was thick and continuous. Accompanied by Tang Ling's thunderous heartbeat that sounded like the beating of a drum, it grew stronger bit by bit.
Tang Ling's heartbeat …
Higan curled her lips into a smile. She was very familiar with everything about Tang Ling, to the point that she could even recognize his heartbeat.
When she heard the heartbeat, Higan felt relieved.
"Magical little egg, this is interesting. You stay here and guard him." Squatting down, Higan patted the egg. Somehow, she was certain that the egg would hatch and it would hatch after Tang Ling broke through to the next level.
What kind of little guy would hatch? Higan was looking forward to it.
However, the egg seemed to be a little impatient with Higan's flattery. Once again, it transmitted its emotions to Higan.
The general meaning of the emotion was clear: "Don't disturb us."
"Hmph, this is interesting." Higan was not angry at all. Instead, she was happy. For some reason, the little egg's temperament reminded her of Tang Ling's stubborn and slightly awkward appearance when he was young. She suddenly liked the little egg a little more.
After they left, Higan was no longer worried. It was just that the days on the mountain were a little lonely.
However, Higan did not mind being lonely. She had gone through a period of dark times that she wanted to forget but could not, so she was used to loneliness.
She lived a regular life, immersed herself in reading, and occasionally muttering to herself. The days spent by Tang Ling's side were wonderful.
**
"Have you memorized everything?" Tang Feng had finished teaching Tang Ling at that moment.
Other than the contents of the self-training skill itself, Tang Feng also explained the key points of the skill, as well as his experiences and insights. He did not hold back at all.
Tang Ling did not respond to Tang Feng's question. His eyes were still absent-minded.
Tang Feng did not rush Tang Ling. He looked at Tang Ling with a warm and gentle gaze. He lit a cigarette and a grassland appeared around him. Then, the sky that was suffused with the warm glow of dusk appeared above his head.
As the smoke from the cigarette rose into the air, the intermittent humming of someone could be heard from afar. It should be an old folk song from the old civilization that had gone through the vicissitudes of life.
"This is great." Tang Feng squinted his eyes comfortably as he stroked his stubbled chin. He then looked at Tang Ling who was sitting on the big rock opposite him.
He hesitated for a while before he stood up with the cigarette in his mouth. He hesitated for a while before he reached his hand out to Tang Ling's head as if he wanted to touch Tang Ling's head.
"What are you doing?" Tang Ling's eyes regained clarity at that moment. He asked cautiously when he saw Tang Feng's strange action.
The gentleness in Tang Feng's eyes had disappeared in an instant. What replaced it was the usual cynicism with a trace of unfathomable profoundness.
"I'm going to beat you up," replied Tang Feng. Tang Feng's hand was still in the air, but for some reason, it looked awkward.
"Why?" Tang Ling did not notice anything unusual, so he was baffled.
"Because you didn't respond when I asked you a question. If you were facing an enemy, how many times do you think you'd die? "As he spoke, Tang Feng clenched his fist in the air and punched Tang Ling's head.
"It's useless." At that very moment, Tang Ling reacted to the situation. The willpower that he had just learned and after several attempts of self-training, he gathered his spirit and formed a defensive barrier.
Bang! Tang Feng purposely added an exaggerated sound as his fist landed heavily on Tang Ling's head.
However, this time, Tang Ling did not feel like his head was being punched. He really managed to defend against Tang Feng's attack.
As a young man, Tang Ling could not help but smile in surprise when he felt that he was facing Tang Feng. However, when he thought about how he was facing Tang Feng, his smile faded away. He pretended to be nonchalant as he stood up and faced Tang Feng. "I told you it's useless. Are you regretting teaching me this technique?"
It was a blatant provocation that unleashed all the dissatisfaction in Tang Ling's heart.
Tang Feng did not care at all. Instead, he hung a familiar smile on his face. "Very good. You've learned it, haven't you? Now … "
Tang Feng dragged his last word as he looked at Tang Ling with a profound gaze. Then, he said word by word, "I'll give you a certain amount of time. Based on the time flow in this world, it should be around a day. You can start to train your self-will. After that, you'll have to challenge me. You know what you'll get if you win. But if you lose … You can imagine the consequences, can't you? "
Tang Feng's smile was especially rascally at the end of his sentence. Tang Ling's expression changed right away as he thought about his big butt bouncing. It was infuriating and despairing at the same time.
Before Tang Ling could say anything, Tang Feng continued, "Other than that, remember that what I'm teaching you isn't some technique. It's the ultimate technique from the Dream Domain. Under normal circumstances, only the best excelsior can learn it. It's called Vajra Will Like A Mountain.
"The name means to train one's willpower to the point where it's as hard as vajra and as immovable as a mountain."
Tang Ling listened attentively, but he pretended to be nonchalant as he looked around.
It was dusk, and the wind was blowing across the grassland. A faintly discernible ancient melody was mixed with the vicissitudes of the voice as it came from time to time.
Is this the visualization world that Tang Feng created? What's so special about it?
Tang Ling's heart was filled with an indescribable feeling, but he was grumbling, "Why are you doing all these fancy things in my visualization world?"
Tang Feng was slightly stunned by Tang Ling's words. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but when the words reached his mouth, he said, "Change it if you can. Remember, you have one day. That's an extra favor for you. You should know that the best excelsior can train their willpower to the level of wood in half a day. It might even be the hardest wood …
"I, your father, only used two hours to enter the wood. You …"
"I know. I won't be any worse than you. Just you wait, one day from now. I'm afraid your spirit can't handle it. "Tang Ling lifted his chin proudly, his eyes burning with battle lust.
He looked arrogant and high-spirited.
As a matter of fact, Tang Ling would never be so arrogant, but he could not hold back some unknown emotions in front of Tang Feng.
Maybe he did not want Tang Feng to look down on him, or maybe he wanted Tang Feng to be proud of him.
Of course, Tang Ling would never admit those emotions.
Tang Feng would never admit that even the best Excalibur would need at least five days to reach Wood Rhythm after practicing the 《Will of Vajra Like A Mountain》. As for Tang Feng himself, it took him a day and a half to reach Wood Rhythm.
As a father, shouldn't he have greater expectations for his son? His expectations were not blind. It was built on the foundation that he believed in Tang Ling.
After all, the spirit that was attached to the little seed had been with Tang Ling for 12 years. Although it could not sense everything about Tang Ling, at the crucial moment …
At that moment, Tang Ling did not want to waste even a second. He started to train his willpower and the illusory figure vanished.
Tang Feng smiled and sat alone on the big rock. He said to himself in a low voice, "I'm looking forward to it, son."
**
A day had passed.
The grassland that Tang Feng created seemed to have stopped for eternity. No matter how time passed, it was always dusk in the wind. Even the thin clouds in the sky did not change.
Even so, Tang Feng seemed to be able to accurately sense the passing of time. It was not strange because he was the first person to possess the unique ability of Precise Instinct.
"Tang Ling, time's up." Tang Feng was still sitting on the big rock. His appearance was somewhat sloppy. When 24 hours had passed precisely, Tang Feng suddenly shouted loudly.
Those with Precise Instinct were born with exceptional punctuality. Following Tang Feng's shout, Tang Ling appeared in the grassland.
He looked at Tang Feng, wanting to say something.
To his surprise, the moment Tang Ling appeared, Tang Feng had already jumped up from the boulder.
In the next moment, a giant hammer appeared in the peaceful dusk sky and smashed down at Tang Ling without giving him any time to react.
Tang Ling was surprisingly calm against the sudden attack as if he had expected Tang Feng to do it.
He would have done the same. Wasn't a battle supposed to be like this? It was very important to seize the best opportunity.
Therefore, the moment the sledgehammer landed, a rock-like wall appeared above Tang Ling.
Boom! The giant hammer landed on the rock wall.
It was just a short collision, but the rock wall instantly cracked before it shattered. At the same time, the giant hammer that Tang Feng created shattered as well.
The fragments scattered in all directions, and then mysteriously disappeared in the air.
A smile appeared on Tang Feng's face, but along with the smile, another hammer appeared above him.
This time, the sledgehammer was a size smaller than the previous sledgehammer. However, anyone who had a slight understanding of mental power or a deeper level of perception would be able to sense that this sledgehammer was much more condensed than the previous one. Some things didn't have to be huge to be powerful.
It was the simplest form of transformation of one's willpower, condensing. Tang Ling could see it with a single glance. He even felt that Tang Feng's willpower was strengthened after this attack, so the spirit that he poured into the hammer was also three times stronger.
Was he afraid? Of course not!
Tang Ling waved his hand and a spinning giant shield appeared in front of him.
The giant hammer smashed down fiercely. The spinning giant shield blocked the hammer's attack and cleverly used the spinning force to negate a part of the spirit impact.
Then, following the shattering of the giant shield, the giant hammer followed suit.
One had to give it to the father and son duo when it came to combining their willpower and spirit. Tang Feng's ingenuity lay in his precise technique when he smashed down with the hammer, maximizing the spirit impact.
Tang Ling, on the other hand, was able to counter every move with the spinning force.
After the second hammer, the smile on Tang Feng's face grew wider.
It was funny, but it had nothing to do with his attack. After the second hammer was smashed, another smaller hammer appeared in the sky. It was without a doubt that Tang Feng's attacks were more condensed than the last. His willpower gradually materialized as if it was condensed into a piece of steel.
Tang Ling, who was a newborn calf, was fearless. His eyes were filled with excitement as if the sharper Tang Feng's attacks were, the more interesting it would be.
Because of the battle between the father and son, the entire grassland that Tang Feng had created finally had a slight change. All of the scenes began to become strangely unstable, as if it would shatter and fall at any moment.
However, neither father nor son cared about it. Tang Feng's hammer strikes were fiercer and faster than the last. He was too lazy to come up with any new attacks, so he chose to use the spirit hammer that was infused with his willpower that was getting stronger and stronger.
However, to Tang Ling's astonishment, Tang Feng was able to use the giant hammer to the acme of perfection. Tang Feng's usage of the same weapon was getting more and more tricky. He would even use the hammer to cause tremors and destabilize Tang Ling's spirit.
However, despite being astonished, Tang Ling was born with an insane sensitivity and battle consciousness towards battle. He could always counter every move with the perfect timing.
Everything shocked Tang Feng even more because he did not have this kind of battle talent. This kind of talent that was born for battle was unique to Tang Ling.
Even with his rich battle experience, Tang Feng had to admit that there were a few times when Tang Ling neutralized the attacks that he could not do.
Therefore, Tang Feng smiled happily. His smile was less mischievous and more sincere. It was warm in the eyes of others.
He was proud of his son even though he would never say it out loud given his personality.
At the same time, Tang Feng's eyes were hiding a deep sorrow.
Everything had a price. With such high talent and a life born for battle, he was destined to bear more. If only Tang Ling could be a little more ordinary …
However, it was impossible. From the moment Tang Ling was born, Tang Feng had given up on such fantasies. Tang Ling's extraordinariness was earth-shattering from the moment he was born. Who knew better than him as his father? As a result …
With that in mind, Tang Feng furrowed his brows. It was a long time ago and a painful memory.
Under normal circumstances, Tang Ling with his astonishing observation would have noticed the changes in Tang Feng's expression, but since the attacks were getting more and more difficult, Tang Ling could not afford to be distracted anymore, so he did not notice it at all.
In the blink of an eye, Tang Feng had attacked nine times.
Tang Feng suddenly stopped and looked at Tang Ling. "Not bad. You've withstood nine attacks."
Tang Ling did not say anything. The flickering excitement and confidence in his eyes stated how proud he was at the moment.
"I don't like long battles, so let's do it one last time. This time, I'll attack at the limit of a day's worth of training. It's dangerous, so think about it carefully or surrender," Tang Feng said casually.
As a matter of fact, Tang Feng was not calm at the moment because Tang Ling had passed the first eight attacks and fulfilled his expectations.
However, it was up to Tang Feng to decide what the limit of a day's worth of training was.
According to Tang Feng's expectations, he was indeed going to test Tang Ling with ten attacks, but the kid was too outstanding, so Tang Feng unknowingly increased the strength of each attack. It was only eight attacks and Tang Feng had already reached his expected limit.
The ninth attack was Tang Feng's test. He wanted to know whether Tang Ling could withstand more attacks. The result was delightful.
Since that was the case, Tang Feng wanted to test Tang Ling with a stronger attack, but he initially did not consider it because it was a little dangerous.
However, Tang Ling was a person who liked to gamble with his life at the crucial moment, and his personality undoubtedly came from Tang Feng.
Therefore, when the thought of testing Tang Ling with a stronger attack popped up in his mind, Tang Feng could not suppress it anymore. Of course, Tang Feng was also confident that if Tang Ling could not withstand the attack, he would be able to hold it back at the crucial moment. Even though it was just a strand of his spirit with his own will as the core, it was still possible.
Nevertheless, it was still possible!
"Come on!" Compared to Tang Feng, Tang Ling was even crazier. Did he care about the danger? At that moment, Tang Ling did not think that Tang Feng would show mercy just because he was his father.
If Tang Feng was really that softhearted, he and Tang Long would not have been abandoned.
With that thought in mind, rage burned in Tang Ling's heart again. It was because of the rage that his willpower skyrocketed.
Tang Feng saw it and sighed. "Very well."
As he spoke, a normal-sized hammer appeared above Tang Feng. It was a purplish-red hammer with a tinge of black mixed with whitish silver patterns.
When Tang Ling saw the hammer, he understood that it had a stone aura on it. It was rank 2 self-consciousness.
If it had a wood aura, it would be yellow, but the color would go from dark to light. When it reached the level of hardwood, it would turn red.
The wood aura of the hammer had obviously reached the pinnacle of hardwood as it had a stone aura.
Come to think of it, Tang Feng must have overestimated himself.
The hammer hovered in the air without moving, but the dangerous aura was already rising.
Tang Feng looked at Tang Ling and asked for the last time, "Have you thought it through?"
Tang Ling was obviously not confident, but his words were straightforward. "Cut the crap. Come on!"
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