Hiss, hiss, hiss …
"Ah!"
In the palace, Chen Hao was lying flat on the bed. Judging from his appearance and aura, he was already a corpse in the eyes of ordinary people. Even if the masters of the practice world invaded his mind to sense, they could only determine that Chen Hao's soul had not dissipated. No one knew what kind of pain Chen Hao was suffering in the depths of his mind.
Even the Old Deity and the Treasure-hunting Sword Spirit did not know.
Burning one's lifespan was burning one's life and soul. The soul was the ruler of intelligent life and the foundation of a practitioner.
What was talent?
Talent included the quality of the body and the quality of the soul. The higher the quality of the body, the stronger the defensive and offensive power of the practitioner in the same realm, and the more powerful the Dharma power. The Immortal Body was the best quality body. But the quality of the soul was what really determined how far a practitioner could go. When a practitioner was a low-level warrior until the peak of the Creation Realm, the advantage of the quality of the body was obvious. The quality of the soul was relatively weak. But after the Creation Realm and the Human Immortal Realm, the quality of the soul would be prominent. It was also the most important factor after the Celestial Prime Realm. The stronger the soul, the greater the potential.
Because the stronger the soul, the stronger the soul's endurance, comprehension, state of mind, willpower, etc. would be, and the greater the potential.
This was the fundamental reason why Xia Lingfeng and the others did not want Chen Xue to reveal Chen Hao's soul injury. After the Celestial Prime Realm, how much potential could a person whose soul was seriously injured have? Moreover, Chen Hao was only at the initial stage of the Creation Realm. If his soul was not injured, they believed that with Chen Hao's talent, he would definitely be able to step into the Human Immortal Realm. But now, it was hard to predict.
Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss …
Accompanied by Chen Hao's crazy roars, the horrible pain of crushing his soul into powder almost made Chen Hao faint again and again.
"What's going on?"
"The backlash of burning one's lifespan would not be like this … I have to stay awake, I have to stay awake. Once I faint, I will die! Die! "
"I cannot die!"
Chen Hao had never thought that such a strange situation would occur. According to the records of the [Great Devouring Technique], the price he had to pay for using this secret technique was that his soul had been severely damaged. At most, he would fall into a state of self-recovery and sleep for a very long time. However, the moment he fell into a deep sleep, his mind underwent a tremendous change.
His soul seemed to have solidified and appeared in an endless dark space. From time to time, a terrifying golden light would rise up. Every time this happened, it felt like his soul was being torn apart. This kind of pain was a hundred times, a thousand times more intense than any pain he had ever experienced before. In the beginning, Chen Hao clenched his teeth and was able to bear it. However, as time passed, the soul-crushing pain became more and more intense. No matter how determined Chen Hao was, he could not help but burst out with painful howls.
Even though Chen Hao didn't know why he'd fallen into such a state, he was very clearly aware that once he fell unconscious, it meant that his will had collapsed and his soul had dispersed. Then, he would die without a doubt.
No one could stop him, and no one could save him.
He had tried to contact the Old God and the Treasure Hunter Sword Spirit, but his soul and mind were imprisoned in this boundless darkness and could not send out any messages.
The only thing he could rely on was himself!
Peng!
Rumble …
The inconceivably terrifying golden light erupted again and instantly bombarded the depths of Chen Hao's soul. Like an outbreak of a plague, it spread to every strand of Chen Hao's mind. Pain, endless pain, once again bombarded Chen Hao's soul and turned it into fine powder.
"Gather! Gather! Gather! "
"Gather! Gather! Gather for me! "
The remnant will frantically rang out in Chen Hao's mind. The moment the golden light disappeared, the dissipated soul began to gather again.
This was the Nirvana of the soul and the reorganization of the will. It played out again and again in Chen Hao's mind.
Without the concept of time and space, every minute and every second felt as long as billions of years. Every time Chen Hao gathered, he felt as if he had experienced billions of years. However, the soul that he had painstakingly gathered with his life was instantly destroyed by the terrifying golden light again. It was as if billions of years of pain were endless. When he couldn't bear it anymore, his soul would be annihilated again!
Again and again, the remnant will he could leave became weaker and weaker, and the speed of gathering became slower and slower.
Chen Hao didn't know how many times he could bear it, but he knew that if this continued, there would be a day when he would truly turn into dust and never wake up again.
"No, no, absolutely not! If this continues, how long can I hold on? I don't know what's going on, but I know that this is the most severe test I've ever faced! I can feel that my will is becoming more and more determined. If I can wake up, my mental cultivation will definitely improve tremendously, but the premise is that I can hold on … "
"What should I do? What should I do? Should I just passively endure it? Should I just wait for death? "
"There must be a way!"
Chen Hao roared in his mind when he began to endure the golden light again.
"Let him be strong, a gentle breeze brushes the hills …"
"Perfection is like water …"
Among the 3,000 Great Ways, various mysteries of cultivating the state of mind began to appear in Chen Hao's mind. While enduring the crushing pain of his soul, he sought a way to break through the shackles of his mind. He wanted to transcend!
Only by transcending this pain, overlooking it, and ignoring it, could he survive this tribulation. Unfortunately …
After experiencing it countless times, Chen Hao found that his thinking was too naive.
This was a kind of pain that came from the depths of his soul. It was a real pain that wouldn't be transferred by his will. Spiritual transcendence such as Ah Q and so on had no effect at all. How could it be possible to transcend?
The only thing he could do was to endure it!
"If I can't resist, then I'll close my eyes and enjoy it … Come on, come on more fiercely! Pain! Isn't it just pain? I, Chen Hao, will never be defeated by you! Ah —! "
Again and again, his body was crushed and condensed.
The obsession to survive and the arrogance in his heart made him persevere and not give up!
Every time his soul was crushed into powder, Chen Hao's remaining will became weaker and weaker, but he was able to persevere every time. No, it wasn't perseverance, but to "enjoy" without any distractions. To enjoy the pain, to face the pain head-on, to resist the pain. He was no longer running away, no longer dodging. Instead, he was facing the pain seriously and without any distractions.
This was a completely "perverted" behavior, but Chen Hao had really achieved it without any distractions, to the point of becoming crazy!
Completely immersed in this state, he didn't feel anything except pain. There was only endless pain and endless suffering …
In this state, he didn't realize that every time his soul was reorganized, there was a very subtle change in his soul. It was a very small change that couldn't be noticed if one didn't pay attention. But at this moment, if Chen Hao seriously compared his soul at the beginning with the soul that had been crushed and reorganized countless times, he would find that there was a shocking gap. Similarly, every time his will was crushed, it seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, but it was becoming more and more condensed and firm like the soul that was being reorganized.
Time passed day by day …
Chen Hao, who was in a strange state, had no sense of time at all. He didn't have time to think or consider, and the pain he suffered became greater and greater.
There was only one obsession in his mind, and that was to survive!
For his parents, for his brothers and sisters, for his beloved woman, for his brothers and sisters, and for all the people he couldn't let go of, he had to survive!
For his obsession, the obsession of immortality, the obsession of stepping onto the peak of martial arts, he had to survive!
How could he die?
How could he die?
…
"No …"
"It still doesn't work!"
"Why? Why isn't there any reaction? "
Chen Xue, Helian Wuzi, Xia Youyou, Tantai Lian, and the Leng sisters, after Chen Xue had tried all the methods to deal with soul injuries, their mood became worse and worse, and they became more and more nervous.
"He has been unconscious for 20 days now … what should we do?"
Chen Xue looked at the girls and asked helplessly. There were only five days left before the Boundless Continent's Elite Academy's qualifiers would officially begin. In two days, they would set off. But now …
Chen Hao still didn't have any improvement. Even if they used some methods to make Chen Xue and the rest extremely embarrassed, there was no effect. Even the violent "Masculine Wind Powder" had been used.
Masculine Wind Powder, as the name suggested, rejuvenated a man's masculinity. It was a famous evil medicine in the world of cultivation. Any man, as long as he wasn't dead, even if he was in a vegetative state, as long as he took the Masculine Wind Powder, he would be able to stimulate the most primitive desires from the inside out. According to the information that Chen Xue had seen in the Secret Arts Library, if one wanted to wake Chen Hao up, one could use the Masculine Wind Powder to let his body erupt with the most primitive desires from the inside out, regardless of the soul. As long as one could do this and use the Dual Cultivation Absolute Art, there would be a high chance of awakening Chen Hao's soul. This was a Dual Cultivation Absolute Art that combined the physical body and stimulated the fusion of soul and flesh. But …
After feeding Chen Hao the Masculine Wind Powder, his physical body was like a corpse, and there was no reaction at all. It made it impossible for them to continue even if they wanted to give themselves to him …
"He hasn't woken up yet?"
Just when the six girls were at their wits' end, the voice of Senior Immortal Han Mei suddenly appeared in their ears. Immediately, Senior Immortal Han Mei and Senior Immortal Yun Wei appeared in front of the six girls.
"No …"
The six girls' expressions changed as they hurriedly responded.
"It's really strange. The six of you have been sneaking around these few days. What's going on? And Little Xue, you've been reading the secret manual in the Soul Injury Area these few days. What's going on? Could it be that Chen Hao's soul is severely injured? You want to wake him up? "Senior Immortal Han Mei looked at Chen Xue and frowned." Tell me, what's going on? Don't think that we can't tell. You must be hiding something! Now, if you don't tell me, I'll have to use force … " If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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