Actually, it was more accurate to say that he didn't feel sleepy at all.
It seemed to start from compressing his mana.
After calming little Larissa down, Chen Zhao returned to the bedroom to check on Fali. She was fast asleep too.
Chen Zhao planned to enter the River Diagram and try to compress his mana completely there.
As soon as he entered, Chen Zhao felt a pain in his head.
Then, the many days of insomnia disappeared without medicine.
When Chen Zhao woke up again, it was already five days later.
"Old Turtle, are you crazy? You hit me so hard." Chen Zhao held the back of his head.
Even after such a long time, Chen Zhao still felt that the back of his head was heavy, as if there was a 100-ton weight hanging on it.
"Kid, you really dare to mess around." Old Turtle looked at Chen Zhao exasperatedly.
"What did I do?" Chen Zhao looked at Old Turtle, confused.
"What's with the mana in your left arm?"
"Oh … This is what I came up with." Chen Zhao told her his thoughts and intentions.
Old Turtle's gaze toward Chen Zhao changed. It was a gaze of admiration.
But Chen Zhao knew that Old Turtle definitely wouldn't admire him.
What a joke. How could an elephant admire an ant?
"Does your family know that you're so awesome?"
"My idea doesn't work?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Since ancient times, I've never seen anyone who dares to cultivate like you. Not even the demons. Anyway, you're the best."
"That's not right. Back then, you said that you wanted me to create my own method and walk a path that belongs to me." Chen Zhao looked at Old Turtle in surprise. "Now that I've thought of a method, you're pouring cold water on me?"
"Of course. If you want to create your own method, you need to have a profound foundation in spells and Daoism. Then, through gradual improvement and exploration, you can create a set of cultivation methods. In the end, you didn't create a method and instead went down the wrong path."
"Wrong path? You're saying that I've gone mad? "
"I don't know," Old Turtle said. "If you continue to train and grow like normal, I can teach you. But you've gone down a path that I don't understand at all through compression. I can't teach you anymore." "I can't.
"Isn't it just compressing Mana? What's the big deal? Just cultivate the way you should."
"You think you just compressed your magic power?"
"What else?" Chen Zhao didn't think it was a big deal.
"The mana in your right arm looks like it's real, but it's not. I don't even know what it is," Old Turtle said.
"That's not right. I don't feel any changes in my mana. Moreover, I didn't feel any changes when I was fighting."
"Because you're not strong enough, you can't sense anything deeper. However, I can sense that your left arm no longer contains Mana."
"Then what should we do? Should I disperse the magic power? "
"Can you disperse it?" Amused, Old Turtle looked at him. "With the recovery speed of your Little World, you can immediately replenish as much magic power as you lose."
"Whatever. I made the wrong move. I can't cut off my left arm, right?" Chen Zhao was heartless. "I'll compress all the mana in my body first."
"That's fine. It's impossible to reverse the situation anyway. Let me see how you do it. Logically speaking, this kind of compression shouldn't change the structure of magic power."
Chen Zhao started to compress his magic power in front of Old Turtle.
Chen Zhao had just finished compressing a part of his chest when Old Turtle pointed with his finger. A finger-sized piece of flesh went missing.
The pain made Chen Zhao break out in a cold sweat. He cursed, "Old Turtle, why are you so cruel?"
Old Turtle poked at the piece of flesh on Chen Zhao's chest with a suspicious expression.
"That's weird. There doesn't seem to be anything special when you compress your magic power. Why does it taste different after you're done?"
Chen Zhao waited for his chest to heal before compressing his magic power again.
Old Turtle kept studying Chen Zhao's fingernail-sized chest.
Chen Zhao didn't know what he was studying.
A month passed. Chen Zhao had already compressed all the mana in his body by 90%.
However, the small piece of flesh on Old Turtle's finger was still as bright as before.
Chen Zhao was about to speak when Old Turtle suddenly tossed the piece of flesh into his mouth.
This scared Chen Zhao. "Damn, Old Turtle, you're not going to eat me, are you?"
"F * ck off. I'm not in the mood to joke with you." Old Turtle glared at Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao's magic compression seemed to have put Old Turtle in a bottleneck.
No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what exactly went wrong.
If it was just magic compression, Old Turtle could do it with one finger.
But even if Old Turtle compressed the magic power himself, he only changed the quality of the magic power. He didn't change its essence.
This change probably came from Chen Zhao himself.
"Old Turtle, what's wrong?" Chen Zhao looked at Old Turtle's worried expression.
"Maybe you're right." It took Old Turtle a long time to squeeze out this sentence.
"What do you mean?"
"The River Map has been thousands of years. The outside world has changed. I've even forgotten my ambition."
"Old Turtle, don't be crazy. How about I get you a psychiatrist?" Chen Zhao looked at Old Turtle, worried.
"F * ck off. I'm normal." Old Turtle glared at Chen Zhao.
"Then what's wrong with you? You've clearly not been normal recently. "
"For cultivation, the East calls it spiritual power, while the West calls it magic power. But in general, there's no difference. Even though I've cultivated for thousands of years in the River Map, I still can't change the essence of magic power. The only difference is the amount. But your magic power can't be called magic or spiritual power anymore."
"Then what should I call it?" Chen Zhao didn't understand why Old Turtle was saying this. "Divine power?"
"Yes. The West calls it divine power, while the East calls it immortal power."
"Stop joking. You sound like I'm about to ascend." Chen Zhao's face was full of disdain.
"I'm not joking, and what you said about ascending is indeed true. It's just that you're still countless times away from ascending." Old Turtle glanced at Chen Zhao. "My only chance to leave the River Map is to ascend. It seems like the opportunity is on you."
Chen Zhao shuddered. "I'm not Xuanzang. Old Turtle, don't look at me like that."
"F * ck off, Old Turtle. I need to understand your secrets. Why does magic power turn into immortal power after you compress it?"
"But what's the point of immortal power?"
"Cleanse the tendons and meridians, awaken supernatural powers, just like the ancient gods."
"Old Turtle, your words are getting more and more mysterious. I keep feeling like you're not reliable." Chen Zhao was a bit scared. "That ancient god should be much older than you. They don't even have a speck of dust left. I'm probably not stronger than them. With your cultivation, you can probably beat them up too."
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