Fang Xingjian left Kirst City with a Silver Fox, a Demoness' Howl, and three hundred Magic Power Beans. He had already tried the Magic Power Beans. Three Magic Power Beans a day was more or less enough to replenish the depletion from his cultivation. It would be enough for him to use them until the Regional Selection.
Therefore, he wore an ordinary short-sleeved shirt and walked on with his feet firmly on the ground. In just over half an hour, he arrived in the deep mountains and forests.
Far away from the crowds, the smoke of war, and all sorts of worldly affairs, Fang Xingjian pursued absolute tranquility in order to comprehend that hint of inspiration in his heart.
At the start, Fang Xingjian was not used to the fact that there was no one to cook, no one to wash his clothes, no clean rooms, and no bright lights.
However, he could only walk alone in the forest, feeling the humidity in the air, the muddy ground, and the dirty and messy forest. Every step he took, his physical body was cultivating his sword arts, and his mind was trying to grasp that hint of inspiration from Heaven's Perception.
When he was hungry, he would eat the Magic Power Beans. When he was thirsty, he would look for a stream to drink. When he was tired, he would sit down and rest. Sometimes, he would look at the sky, sometimes he would look at the rivers and streams in the valley, and sometimes he would look at the mountains in the distance.
Gradually, from the discomfort, discomfort, and dirty and messy feeling he had when he first came to the forest, he started to feel a sense of tranquility, tranquility, and freshness.
A beard started to grow on his face, and his untrimmed hair was covered in dirt and split ends. His clothes became more and more tattered, and he looked more and more dirty. However, his spirit became purer and purer.
The various messy things that he had encountered in the city were gradually brushed away like dust from his heart.
He felt that he was becoming more and more tranquil, as if the surrounding nature was gradually merging together.
He listened to the sound of the wind. He could feel that there were insects crawling on the ground several meters below his feet.
He could hear birds building their nests on the trees over ten meters above his head.
He could feel the flowers and grass swaying in the wind from tens of meters away.
He could sense that there was a small stream emitting abundant water vapor several hundred meters away.
The world in front of him seemed to have become clearer, and there seemed to be many more voices beside his ears, telling him the secrets of this world. However, they were always vague, and he could only truly understand them when he was just a little bit away from truly understanding them.
Therefore, he continued to head north. His shoes had become tattered, and he simply walked barefoot. His feet were like metal pillars. Trees were broken, grass and stones were crushed, and nothing could leave a mark on them.
Unknowingly, he had arrived at a large river. Looking at the river that flowed endlessly like the Yangtze River, Fang Xingjian did not stop at all and directly walked up.
His legs streaked across the surface of the river at high speed. He looked like he was walking, but in fact, his speed was extremely fast. Because he was fast enough, the tension of the river lifted him up, allowing him to walk on the waves. Following the rows of waves, he crossed the river and walked to the other side of the river.
On the ferry by the shore, countless people exclaimed. The old man who was rowing the boat knelt down and shouted, "It's the Water God! The Water God is here!"
"Water God bless us!"
"Has the Water God shown himself?"
"A bunch of fools," a merchant who was more knowledgeable mumbled, "It should be a Knight? But that level 19 Knight I saw previously could only swim across. To think that this person can walk on the waves? "
However, Fang Xingjian could not be bothered with a bunch of fools who worshipped him as a god. He walked past the riverbank and continued to head north. Regardless of whether it was the forests, mountains, rivers, or swamps, nothing could stop him from advancing.
On the mountain path, a group of soldiers from the City Guards Institution were advancing rapidly. The Knight in the lead wore a grim expression as he shouted, "Hurry, hurry, hurry! Those bandits are right in front! We must catch up to them! "
All the soldiers from the City Guards Institution bellowed and wanted to increase their speed. However, just then, maniacal laughter suddenly rang out from the surrounding mountains.
"Idiots, you've fallen into an ambush."
"What?" The Knight shouted in shock and fury.
A sky full of arrows rained down from the sky, shooting toward the soldiers from above.
The Knight activated his Reduced Force Field and naturally ignored the rain of arrows. However, it was not the same for the ordinary soldiers. In that instant, more than half of them died or were injured.
The Knight let out an enraged bellow and charged forward, but was pushed back by the bandit leader's palm. This bandit leader was also at the first transition.
That Knight bellowed, "Flame Wolf, are you crazy? I'm going to wipe out your entire Seven Flames Hall! "
"Haha, you dogs of the Empire, wait till you get out of here alive before saying that. No one will know that you've been killed by us."
Just then, a black shadow flashed past, like a black line tearing through the sky, darting over the two groups of people.
Then, sonic booms rang out, and a series of loud sounds flashed across the sky as if thunder had struck.
Then, under the Knight's horrified gaze, over a hundred bandits were like fireworks that had been lit up, exploding into clouds of blood mist one after another. Even the bandit leader, who was at the first transition, was no exception, being smashed into over a hundred pieces of rotten flesh.
Passing through the mountain path in the valley, Fang Xingjian did not stop. His mind was filled with countless sounds, and by the time he regained his senses, he had already arrived at the top of a great snowy mountain. It had already been a month since he had left Kirst City.
Standing at the peak of the snowy mountain, looking at the majestic snowy peak piercing into the sky, looking at the endless snowy mountain under his feet, with its beautiful branches and jade leaves, a sense of astonishment that he had never experienced before entered Fang Xingjian's heart.
The snowy mountain was vast, but it was quiet. In this silence, Fang Xingjian could finally hear the sounds in the air clearly.
That was not a real voice. It was the information contained in the ether particles.
Temperature, humidity, sunlight, length, height, color …
As more and more information from ether particles gushed into Fang Xingjian's brain, the information within ten meters around him gradually assembled in his brain.
In the next second, he could already 'see' the scene within ten meters of his surroundings in his mind. At this moment, Fang Xingjian had gone through countless hardships and paid an innumerable price. He had finally taken the crucial step and reached the realm of Heaven's Perception.
Countless information that could drive an ordinary person crazy gushed into Fang Xingjian's brain, but was directly accepted by his unrivalled talent and strong will.
At the same time, a sixth attribute appeared on his Stats Window, other than strength, agility, endurance, reaction, and flexibility.
Ether Synchronization Rate: 10%
This ether synchronization rate represented how much information he could receive from ether particles. 10% was the threshold for attaining Heaven's Perception, which meant that 10% of the information was sufficient to form a basic sensory image in his mind.
This was similar to the clarity of a photograph. 10% was the most basic. The higher the synchronization rate, the higher the clarity of the photograph. In the end, he would even be able to see the microscopic world and see the various information left behind by others. In the future, he would even be able to see all sorts of invisible light, electromagnetism, sound waves, and other things that could not be seen by the naked eye.
It could be said that 10% was just the beginning. As the synchronization rate continued to increase, Fang Xingjian would be able to see the world more and more clearly, just like how the resolution of a photograph would get increasingly higher.
Only at this stage would he be able to go through a job transition and level up to level 20.
From then on, there would be a threshold for the synchronization rate every 10%. It was just like how one would need 20% to reach level 21 at level 20.
Each time he reached 10%, he would be met with a Heavenly Barrier. It would be like a tremendous flow of information, a disturbance from illusions, and a loss of control over one's emotions and desires. These were the Ten Heavenly Barriers.
At each barrier, there would be Conferred Knights who would fall, and each barrier was extremely dangerous.
However, this might not be the case for Fang Xingjian. For example, he had easily received the information bombardment at the first barrier.
It was because his talent was unrivalled. Regardless of whether it was his brain's memory, reaction, willpower, or endurance, they were all outstanding.
Looking at the ether synchronization rate on his Stats Window, Fang Xingjian smiled. He sensed slightly and could sense the over one hundred streams of light in his brain. These were over one hundred skill seeds.
He could finally start synthesizing skills.
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