"Great Teacher Sun, please wait!"
These major characters at the Longevity Realm directly chased after Sun Mo instinctively. Some of the more impatient ones even executed their cultivation arts and blocked in front of Sun Mo.
"Mn?"
Sun Mo frowned.
"Great Teacher Sun, don't misunderstand. We have no ill intentions."
Zha Liang had a smile on his face and carefully chose his words, trying his best to avoid making Sun Mo unhappy. "Then, should we wait a little longer?"
"Wait for what?"
Sun Mo counter-asked.
(That's right, wait for what?)
The major characters exchanged glances and stuttered.
They also wanted nothing more than for Sun Mo to quickly clear the stage. If that was the case, they would be able to benefit as well. But wasn't a week a little too fast?
One must know that the expectation in everyone's hearts was three years.
(Isn't this a little too early?)
"Great Teacher Sun, why don't we stabilize things a little?"
After a major character spoke, he hurriedly explained, "It's not that I don't trust you. I'm just worried about your safety."
With this as an excuse, the crowd began to persuade him.
Sun Mo was the last hope of the entire village. If he died, everyone would have no more hope.
To speak the truth, they were used to Sun Mo comprehending quickly and revealing the true meaning of the murals. Now that they were asked to go back and comprehend, they no longer had the calmness to do so.
"How long?"
Sun Mo smiled.
"At least three, no, six months, right?"
"How about a year? I feel that a year is fine. "
"Great Teacher Sun, passing the stage isn't a joke. If you fail, you will die. Hence, if you don't have absolute confidence, don't try it."
If it was in the past, everyone would want someone to pass every day. That way, they would be able to watch someone die and accumulate some knowledge.
But they couldn't bear to watch Sun Mo.
"Alright, stop quarreling. For something like comprehension, it's a waste of time if you continue to wait."
After Sun Mo spoke, he walked toward the mist in the canyon.
Li Ziqi smiled.
To Sun Mo, this wasn't comprehension at all. It was like solving a math problem. As long as he got the correct answer, he would be able to pass the stage by following the prescribed order.
Honestly speaking, if it wasn't for Sun Mo being too cautious, the little sunny egg would even dare to try it.
This scene caused Bai Hao and the other neutral party members who were comprehending below the stone wall to also turn their gazes toward Sun Mo.
"Should we tell Group Leader Fu?"
Duan Hu was very perceptive. He leaned over and asked in a low voice.
Bai Hao was still in shock and didn't hear Duan Hu's words clearly.
Was Sun Mo going to pass just like that?
Would it fail?
After all, it had only been a week!
Bai Hao privately understood that Fu Yanqing had used three years to pass this stage back then. But even so, it was still one of the glorious achievements that Bai Hao talked about enthusiastically during the banquet.
This was because many people could not comprehend it in their entire lives.
"Teacher Bai?"
Duan Hu increased his volume.
"Inform Guild Leader Fu!"
Bai Hao instructed.
Duan Hu replied, but he didn't move because Sun Mo had already entered the mist.
Whoosh!
Everyone immediately looked at the surrounding rock walls.
"If I fail, how will I be killed?"
Someone was curious.
After all, at this stage, everyone was very cautious, so it was not easy to see an unlucky person who failed.
"I don't know!"
A big shot shook his head. "It's said that there are also war scrolls in the fog. If those who failed to comprehend it rashly barged in, the soldiers on the wall would shoot arrows at them and kill them."
Everyone immediately pricked up their ears and listened carefully. There was no sound at all.
Did he pass or not?
They were getting impatient from waiting.
...
In the fog, it was so dark that they couldn't see their fingers. After Sun Mo counted to 90 steps, the scene before his eyes suddenly became clear.
Wow!
Sun Mo exclaimed in shock.
Was this the immortal realm in the mortal world?
In the canyon before him, the grass was green and the trees were green. Wisps of clouds and mist slowly flowed in the canyon, making one feel like they were in a celestial palace.
There were little beasts playing happily, and there were insects and birds chirping.
A clear stream meandered on the ground, reflecting the sunlight. From time to time, there would be fish coming out of the water, causing the ripples to be clear and crystalline.
Sun Mo raised his eyes and looked over. He actually didn't see the rock walls but a circular transparent barrier that was like a cover, enclosing this immortal realm.
"What the hell? A greenhouse? "
Sun Mo frowned so hard that he could squeeze two crabs to death. The transparent barrier was so smooth that one could see one's face. Naturally, there were no murals at all.
Sun Mo originally planned to take a stroll around and observe the environment. But in an instant, he subconsciously grabbed the hilt of his blade and was on full alert.
It was because he felt as though there was a sharp edge on his back.
The people in the canyon were looking at him.
"Their gazes are so piercing."
Sun Mo mumbled. Relying on his pretty good sixth sense and sharp observation ability, he soon discovered three people.
Beside the stream, there was a three-meter-tall rock. A middle-aged young man with his hair combed into a bun was sitting cross-legged under the rock.
He himself was like a rock. Even the birds didn't treat him as a living creature and landed on his body without any worries.
There was also an old man sitting under a large tree. He was holding a fishing rod and was in a fishing posture.
However, not only was there no stream water before him, but there wasn't even a fishing line. How the hell was he going to fish?
The last person was the fellow whose gaze Sun Mo felt was sharp.
His clothes were tattered and his long hair was disheveled. As he hadn't washed it for a long time, it was already covered in dirt. Strands of his hair were stained, making one feel disgusted just by looking at him.
This fellow was muscular and muscular. Through his tattered clothes, one could see a huge tattoo on his skin. He was lying on a patch of grass, using a large blade as a pillow and looking over coldly.
That gaze made Sun Mo feel as though his head was being pressed under a tiger's guillotine.
There weren't many people here. Sun Mo wasn't surprised by this. After all, this was the sixth part of the canyon.
Those who could enter were undoubtedly people with outstanding talent. And the majority of these people wouldn't spend their entire lives here to comprehend the Battlegod Catalog.
It was because saint-tier cultivation arts were too illusory, but their future prospects were very real.
Geniuses who could reach this point would definitely be able to accomplish great things in the Middle-Earth Nine Provinces. Hence, it went without saying how to choose.
"Long Blade, don't be like this. It's been three years and it's not easy for a newcomer to enter. What if you scare him away?"
The old fisherman teased.
"If he doesn't run, he'll die."
The beggar dressed up as a man only said six words, but each of his words was filled with killing intent.
"No matter how beautiful the scenery of this canyon is, I've seen it for close to 100 years. It's not easy for me to have some fun and relax. It's better not to kill him."
The old man persuaded, "At least leave him here for a year. At the very least, let me listen to what others are saying. Otherwise, when I go out, I might forget how to speak. "
"Didn't you say that you won't leave this place if you don't comprehend the Battlegod Catalog? So, it's fine even if you forget how to speak. In any case, you are going to stay here forever. "
The beggar's expression was ice-cold, and his tone was tyrannical.
"Scram or die!"
The beggar didn't listen to the old man's advice and directly commanded Sun Mo.
"Legendary Realm?"
Sun Mo's thoughts were meticulous. He didn't activate Divine Sight recklessly. Otherwise, given this man's behavior, he might kill someone just like that.
"You're overestimating him. He's merely at the Longevity Realm."
The old fisherman chuckled.
"You want to fight with me?"
The beggar's eyes narrowed. As he asked this, the atmosphere in the entire canyon instantly became stifling. The bugs and birds all scattered in fright.
"Aiya, my fish has taken the bait."
The old fisherman did an action of reeling in his fishing rod. Looking at his exultant expression, if it wasn't for the fact that Sun Mo didn't see anything, he would have thought that the old fisherman had caught a golden axe.
"A silent stone-like guy, a crazy old man, and a tyrannical muscular guy. What kind of people are they?"
Although these three fellows seemed a little unruly, Sun Mo didn't dare to be careless.
There was spirit qi in Middle-Earth, and all living things could cultivate. Humans, who were proud of their intelligence, created several cultivation arts to break the shackles of their bodies and ascend to a higher level, seeking to transcend.
As time passed, a fixed system of cultivation realms was formed.
At the start, cultivators would strengthen their bodies and be immune to all diseases. After that, they would cultivate through meditation, refining their spirit and strengthening their spirit. When their divine soul was strengthened, ghosts and demons wouldn't dare to disturb them and demons wouldn't dare to attack them.
When one's divine soul was strengthened to a certain extent, their blood would start to ignite and they would be reborn, finally obtaining a hint of divine force. When their divine force reached the grand completion stage, they would temper their body and be able to prolong their lifespan. That was the Longevity Realm.
As for those with a lifespan of a thousand years, they would know the passage of time, experience pain, and discern the world. Finally, they would gain enlightenment and step into the Legendary Realm.
Those who could cultivate to the Legendary Realm were all major characters. It would be effortless for them to wipe out a minor character like Sun Mo with a wave of their hands.
"I'll count to three. If you don't retreat, you'll die!"
The beggar stared at Sun Mo, his tone cold.
Three!
Two!
...
(Alright, he doesn't even allow me to look. Isn't this a little too tyrannical?)
Sun Mo was speechless. However, in the Darkness Continent, the fist was the hard truth. Whoever was harder would have the final say.
The beggar merely said this. Before he counted to one, he suddenly slashed out with his blade.
Swoosh!
A crescent-shaped blade qi seemed to have sliced through space and directly appeared before Sun Mo.
Sun Mo stomped on the ground and tilted his body slightly.
Swoosh!
The blade qi brushed past his face. It was just an inch away from slicing off half of his body.
"Yo, you actually failed?"
The old fisherman ridiculed and then looked toward Sun Mo. After surveying him, he couldn't help but be shocked. "How old are you?"
From his appearance, Sun Mo should only be in his twenties. Being able to enter the sixth part of the canyon at this age, his talent was extraordinary!
No wonder Yue Changdao wanted to kill him.
Such a person would surely be a great threat.
Yue Changdao frowned. He didn't waste his breath and directly leaped up like a cannonball, shooting toward Sun Mo.
BOOM!
The grass on the ground was bent over by the strong wind that he created, sticking to the ground.
As Sun Mo retreated explosively, he activated Divine Sight.
Yue Changdao, peak of the eighth level of the Longevity Realm.
Learned the Azure Mountain Tyrannical Art, an inferior-grade saint-tier cultivation art.
Personality explosive, ruthless.
Warning, danger! Danger!
A large row of red words immediately appeared in Sun Mo's vision.
Yue Changdao was over five meters away from Sun Mo, but he had already slashed out.
Swoosh!
Yue Changdao slashed out casually, but Sun Mo felt an aura that could topple mountains and overturn the seas. It was like a tsunami that was tens of meters tall was ruthlessly slamming toward him.
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