He Yiming did not know how much change he would bring to him after the New Year's competition.
Since that day, his status in the family seemed to have inexplicably improved a lot. He even faintly felt that in the hearts of his grandfather and the others, he seemed to have replaced his elder brother's position.
This feeling caused He Yiming to feel uneasy, especially when he sensed the faint hostility coming from his elder brother. This made him feel even more uneasy.
For a fourteen-year-old boy, these changes in the ways of the world gave him a headache, and he could not find a solution at all.
After all, if one put aside the fortuitous encounter in the lake, then He Yiming was just an ordinary youth. And how many of the truly ordinary youths would be able to deal with such a messy situation?
Therefore, he made the simplest choice, and that was to go into seclusion again.
In this seclusion, he was very thorough. In addition to asking the servants to send his daily food and clothes, he completely shut himself in a completely closed space.
Of course, to avoid the strange atmosphere from the family was one of the reasons, but the real biggest reason was that He Yiming wanted to break through the Primordial Realm that his elder brother had mentioned.
After that discussion, he had already understood that the Primordial Realm was beyond his grandfather's level of cultivation. To him, this was a brand new discovery, and also a higher goal. After understanding the existence of this realm, his heart suddenly moved, and he was completely moved.
He had never felt so excited before. Even when he was stuck at the fifth level in the past and tried every means to break through, he did not look forward to it as much as he did now.
He seemed to have a hazy feeling that since he had obtained the adventure in the lake, if he did not work hard to advance and tried to break through to the Primordial Realm, then he would definitely be struck by lightning.
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Day after day, it seemed to pass in a flash. Nearly half a year had passed.
In the secret chamber, He Yiming sat cross-legged with his palms, soles of his feet, and the top of his head in the same direction. It was a typical Five Hearts Facing the Sky.
In his body, the aura of the Primordial Chaos Power rolled endlessly, flowing along the route of the eighth level like spring water.
A moment later, he leaped up and stretched out his palms. Gently, he executed the Cotton Palm Battle Skill. His body was like a piece of gluten, filled with a kind of feminine feeling. However, within this soft and gentle feeling, there was a strong and indestructible Gold Elemental Inner Strength.
During the New Year's competition, He Yiming coincidentally used the water attribute inner strength cultivation technique and the Rolling Stone Fist to fight with his second brother, and the result was unexpected power.
It was simply puzzling that He Yihai's fire attribute cultivation technique could not restrain the Rolling Stone Fist even though they were both at the sixth level cultivation technique.. But later, when He Yiming displayed the seventh level of inner strength and showed the huge innate power of the 36 Splitting Mountain Forms, everyone was relieved.
However, He Yiming was the only one who understood that he had the upper hand in the battle with his second brother, not because of his own inner strength or innate skill, but because he had combined the two completely different cultivation techniques of the water attribute and gold attribute together.
In the nearly half a year since he entered the secret chamber, he had tried countless times and finally found that when two different cultivation techniques were combined, they could often exert unexpected power. However, what puzzled him was why his grandfather and the others seemed to know nothing about this and never mentioned it to him.
After a moment of light and soft palm technique, he came to the movable wall at the corner and seemingly casually patted it.
This pat did not make any sound, as if he did not touch it at all, and the whole wall did not shake. However, when He Yiming raised his palm, there was suddenly a clear palm print on the wall.
This palm imprint was extremely clear, and every single line could be clearly seen. It was as if this wall was not made of steel, but was made of clay.
Of course, the palm print was not deep and did not reach the ninth level, but it was already the peak state of the eighth level of inner strength. Even He Quan Ming and He Quan Yi might not be able to easily leave such a clear mark on such a wall.
It was getting harder and harder to improve inner strength, and its power was getting stronger and stronger. After advancing to the eighth level and combining it with a certain level of skill, even if one had a steel body, it would be difficult to resist. The power was so strong that it was several times more difficult than just leaving a dent on the lower part of the wall when it was at the seventh level.
Slowly exhaling the turbid air in his chest, He Yiming's eyes shone brightly. He already knew that his inner strength had officially reached the peak of the eighth level.
Half a year, it was still only half a year, and he had once again reached the peak state of this level. This kind of speed was no longer shocking. It was simply monstrous. If He Yiming was not sure that he did not grow an extra head or two hands, he would have doubted whether he was still a normal human being.
The more powerful one was, the more difficult it was to cultivate one's inner strength. According to his father and the others, the time it took to go from the initial stage of the eighth layer to the peak was calculated in years, and at the very least, it was in the double digits.
In other words, even if you were a genius, you would still need more than ten years of cultivation to be able to advance from the beginner level of the eighth level to the peak state.
On this point, even his grandfather and uncle, who had outstanding talent, were the same.
However, at this moment, He Yiming was very sure that he had indeed advanced to the peak state and touched the eighth level barrier. Because no matter what skill he practiced, it could not improve his inner strength at all. This was the special feeling he had when facing the barrier.
He shook his head slightly and threw away the strange feeling in his heart. Looking at the incomparably clear palm print in front of him, He Yiming was pleasantly surprised. If the eighth level was so powerful, then what about the ninth and tenth levels? If he advanced to the Xiantian Realm, what level would he reach? This was really something to look forward to.
He sighed deeply and suddenly frowned. It had been a year and a half since he had the strength to leave a dent on this movable wall. Although he did not test his inner strength or the power of his battle skills every day, the wall was still dented by him and could not be seen from its original appearance.
Under normal circumstances, He Yiming could have ordered the people to replace this wall. However, he hesitated at this moment. After all, he had hidden his true strength from everyone in the manor, but if he took out this movable wall, wouldn't he reveal his strength without a doubt?
After thinking for a while, his eyes lit up slightly. If he took it out like this, people might be able to see the depth of his strength, but if he destroyed it, who would be able to see the mystery behind it?
A happy smile hung on the corner of his mouth. He could use it to test how powerful the Innate Combat Skill of the Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms was with the support of the peak of the eighth level of his inner strength.
He took half a step back and gathered his inner strength to the peak of the eighth level, then raised his palms high.
The moment He Yiming raised his palms up high, his entire temperament underwent an earth-shattering change.
If he was an ignorant youth before, then at this moment, his body surged with boundless majesty and pressure. This was not only the change in his eyes and expression, but also the air around him seemed to be deeply affected by him.
The Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms was a unique and powerful metal-type Innate Combat Skill. What it changed was not a powerful combat strength, but an extremely slow change of a person's temperament and inner strength.
If He Yiming continued to develop in this way, when he cultivated to a certain level, as long as he stared, it would be enough to form a strong enough aura to instantly suppress the aura of an ordinary cultivator to a freezing point.
This was the greatest effect and function of the Innate Combat Skill. However, He Yiming did not know this at this moment, and although He Wude had some understanding, he was not clear about it.
The raised palms slammed down heavily. This speed did not seem to be very fast, but it seemed to have broken through space and time, as if it had already reached the movable wall in the blink of an eye.
With a loud bang, Yiming's hands were like giant axes that could split a mountain, forcibly tearing the entire wall into two.
From head to toe, it was split into two.
The movable wall made of steel was torn apart like paper. In He Yiming's perception, there was not the slightest resistance. Under the full force of the palm wind, it made him have a desire to continue destroying.
An ear-piercing and unpleasant grinding sound reverberated in the secret chamber. The two moving walls that were sent flying heavily hit the walls of the secret chamber, producing an even sharper crashing sound. The sound that reverberated in the secret chamber was deafening.
This sound seemed to have stimulated him, and He Yiming's eyes vaguely revealed a trace of strange red.
His figure was as fast as lightning as he pounced forward. In mid-air, he raised his palms high above his head again. However, this time, his movements were even faster. His palms were like knives as they slashed in the secret chamber. The sharp sound of air breaking became louder and louder.
PS: Recommended book by another author of the female channel, "Little Journey to the West", Author: White Cutie-Pie
Seems to be the number one on the female channel's PK list ^ _ ^
Man proposes, God disposes.
After Gu Xiaoxi transmigrated, she found that she had reincarnated into a family of divination that had lived in seclusion for a hundred years.
Not only was the family rich, they did not have to worry about food and clothing, and each of them was assigned a handsome man to be their personal attendant.
God, she had encountered such a good thing, what else was there for her to be dissatisfied with?
It was said that transmigrated women had endless glory, but Gu Xiaoxi's heart was filled with endless complaints.
Why was it that all the unlucky people were related to her …
[Book id = 1441805, Book name = "Little Journey to the West"]
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