Enter the Immortal Cultivation

The initial shock had passed. But Ai Changyuan still felt a headache. His face was pale, as if he had exhausted all his vitality.

Although he had long known that Master Yuanli was a self-willed, arrogant genius, after actually facing him, Ai Changyuan realized what kind of hopeless person his cousin was.

"Ancestor, you are simply a mentally ill lunatic!"

Mental insufficiency, lack of communication skills, and extreme behavior. If most people fall into fanaticism, they are mostly taking drugs, then Master Yuanli is almost always in a state of not taking drugs.

Even if it is just a derivative of the thing of enlightenment born under the inspiration of the omen of enlightenment, Ai Changyuan feels that arrogant emotion. This arrogance that spans more than a thousand years almost fills Ai Changyuan's head. Master Yuanli's thinking is also arrogance Invading Ai Changyuan's thinking, squeezing out Ai Changyuan's original knowledge-this is a very serious matter. Because a thousand years have passed, what was enough for Master Yuanli to achieve enlightenment back then only seems to be "backward" or "biased" now.

For example, in Master Yuanli's time, the Prisoner of Thunder and the Unity of All Laws had not yet been born, so he naturally didn't know that "field" is actually a kind of matter. He even lacked the concept of "field". Master Yuanli also had no idea about concepts such as "gravitational field", which are extremely important in later generations.

For example, the absolute view of time and space, the gravitational effect of instantaneous transmission, the theory of light particles...

If all these were really engraved in Ai Changyuan's heart. Then he would be useless in nine out of ten cases. Even if there is still hope, it will take more than ten years to correct his cognition.

If Wang Qi personally felt this true meaning, he would probably sigh that this guy couldn't even pollute the Pure Yang Curse of the Tao Heart. That martyr-like madness is even more terrible than the "hypocrite" of the Pure Yang Curse of the Tao Heart.

However, Ai Changyuan may not be afraid of him.

"Ancestor... you should take a break!"

Maybe it's because there is a real blood connection between the two. At this moment. Ai Changyuan actually grew a sense of arrogance that was no less than his ancestors.

"I can be denied... I can be falsified... I can be overturned..."

"But... it's definitely not your turn to be taken into the coffin!"

I know that the way I follow at this moment is like a strand of responsibility, a thousand-pound weight, hanging from the infinite height and hanging down from the unpredictable abyss. It can't see the end, and the foundation may not be absolutely true. It may be replaced by a truth closer to the Tao at any time.

But. I will surpass it with my own hands, instead of being pointed at by things in the past!

Even if the soul seemed to be inserted into a blunt knife and stirred, Ai Changyuan did not give up thinking. This seemed to have become instinct. Every wonderful idea revealed by Yuanli Shangren when he became a Taoist was judged by him forcefully and summarized into his own memory.

A magnificent picture scroll unfolded. It was a classic picture scroll. In fact, this is also the universe in the eyes of most people.

The theory of relativity has proved that time and space cannot exist without matter. Time, space and matter are born as one, and matter will affect time and space. This is common sense. However, most people only "know" this "knowledge". The world in their eyes is born to belong to absolute time and space, and absolute time and space are the basis of all their thinking, thinking that it comes from their most intuitive cognition. And such cognition is countless times larger, which is the universe in the eyes of most people. When it comes to the expansion and collapse of the universe, they only think that it is the dispersion and convergence of celestial bodies in absolute time and space.

However, it is undoubtedly beautiful.

The flat scroll has no place to draw the horror and weirdness of the universe, but it shows the beauty of the universe vividly.

Ai Changyuan suddenly shed tears.

His thoughts went back to many years ago. He overlapped with the figure sitting under the fruit tree at the door of his cousin's house. He may be a crazy man with delusions, but at this moment, he has the calmness of a saint. His thoughts extend to the other side of the sea of ​​stars, as if he is thinking about the way of heaven on the other side.

That is the lifelong pursuit of every modern practitioner.

Who can reach the end of the darkness? Feng Yi only sees the image, how can he know it?

How can he live forever? Only the Tao.

All modern practitioners are his successors. This sentiment is almost the core of every modern practitioner's Tao heart.

But...

Ai Changyuan suddenly stretched out his hand and smeared the painting. It's like a child watching another child's painting well. While the ink is not dry, he stretched out his hand and smeared it into a ball of ink.

"It's time to wake up from the dream." The boy whispered: "It's not that the universe should grow up to what people think is beautiful. This kind of dream is just for children. The human race should grow up, put away their arrogance, put down their self-deception, and take a good look at the truth."

That is the universe in the eyes of the human race now.

The huge contradiction between the ethereal Tao and the comparative Tao makes it impossible for people to describe the specific appearance of the universe. In the eyes of people now, the appearance of the universe is vague. It seems to be turbulent here, and there are crises everywhere.

This is the universe picture in Ai Changyuan's mind.

Ai Changyuan felt as if a long time had passed. But in fact, the test of true meaning only lasted a short moment. In the eyes of others, he had just suddenly written and crossed out formulas repeatedly, repeating this several times. During this period, he even asked for a few more stone tablets.

In the eyes of those ancient practitioners, Ai Changyuan was just distracted because the calculation was too difficult.

Ai Changyuan looked at the formula on the slate. This was the result he had thought of before, and at this moment, he just confirmed it... No, that's not right. After he corrected the regret of Master Yuanli, it seemed to inspire many new inspirations.

He also absorbed the spiritual power of "Newton's Apple". He closed his eyes and casually wrote the operator he was most familiar with on the slate, pretending to calculate seriously. The spiritual power in his body was guided by him and gradually changed its nature.

It was the first time that spiritual power was circulated without meridians or magic bases. At the beginning, a trace of pain flashed across Ai Changyuan's face. But soon. This group of spiritual power began to deteriorate, becoming unpredictable and ignoring material barriers.

Ai Changyuan quietly put his right hand on the ground, and then used gravity to operate the carbon rod in his hand. The carbon rod was sucked up a little distance. Ai Changyuan sensed it carefully.

"It's a little harder than I thought. The gravity is still too weak."

"The mana that can ignore the opponent's spiritual restriction is only this little, equivalent to the amount of the late stage of Qi training... about the same as Lao Wang's level in the martial arts test back then..."

Ai Changyuan looked around again. But he only got a scolding of "What are you looking at?" He continued to think: "No one found it, the concealment is first-class. It is worthy of the power that can travel through time and space."

"So... it can kill the foundation building, and it will definitely die against the golden elixir. I must continue to strengthen this power."

"However, rashly attracting spiritual energy is easy to be detected. I can only transform my own mana. First rely on the spiritual power that is sealed in my body, expand the new gravitational spiritual power to the great perfection of Qi training, and then erase the spiritual restriction on my body bit by bit."

While Ai Changyuan was thinking, a fist hit him in the face. Knocked him out. Ai Changyuan said angrily: "Get out! Don't touch my circle!"

Ai Changyuan's unprovoked roar made Pan Jueming, who was originally aggressive, shrink. The story of the great Mahayana cultivator, the Geometry Demon Lord, losing his life because of a mere calculation problem is a good story spread among modern practitioners. But it is just a joke among ancient practitioners. Pan Jueming didn't figure out what this meant for a moment. But soon, he remembered his purpose and said angrily: "Brother Ai, you are not telling the truth."

Ai Changyuan "just remembered" his situation as a prisoner. He lowered his head and didn't look at the other party: "What do you ask, what do I answer. What did I hide?"

"One of your companions actually captured more than a dozen Jindan alive! Dozens of foundation building!"

Ai Changyuan asked in confusion: "What's the problem?"

"You didn't say he was so strong!"

Ai Changyuan snorted twice. He whispered: "He really is a foundation building..."

Pan Jueming stepped on Ai Changyuan's head angrily and said angrily: "Who is he?"

"A true disciple of Wanfamen..." Ai Changyuan felt that his head was about to fall off.

"The true teaching of all methods..." Pan Jueming's face changed slightly: "It looks like he has some skills..."

He kicked Ai Changyuan a few more times in anger, and then prepared to leave. At this time, Ai Changyuan suddenly shouted: "Wait..."

"Brother Ai, what did you remember that you forgot to tell us?" Pan Jueming had a sneer on his face.

Ai Changyuan pressed the bleeding wound on his forehead, his eyes clear: "I don't know how to practice the ancient method. You find two... well, people who are good at practicing many ancient methods to help me."

Pan Jueming was puzzled: "Are you serious?"

"This question... must be solved."

"I will find Duan Hongzi and Zhong Wenmo. You'd better not play any tricks."

After walking out of the ruins where Ai Changyuan was imprisoned, Pan Jueming quickly found Zhong Wenmo and asked: "What does 'get out of here, don't touch my circle' mean?"

Zhong Wenmo thought about it. He said disdainfully: "It was the last words of the old madman who claimed to be the Demon Lord but died at the hands of the Demon Dao - the madman of the several families who was revered as one of the ancestors by the outsiders."

Pan Jueming talked about what happened just now, and then asked: "I always feel that... he should still have some ability, right?"

Pan Jueming's face was even more disdainful: "Today's Dharma cultivators don't even do life and death training, and there are many weaklings with nothing but ability. That kid has ability, so he will probably bully his own people, right? Disciples of aristocratic families."

"But he does have some ability..." Pan Jueming thought: "Birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. The foundation-building period on Longwu Island is so fierce, he should not be too bad. Go and help him create a method later. Watch out."

There are more than one Jindan cultivators who have been defeated on Longwu Island. There are still a few he can't beat. When he thought that Ai Changyuan might also be that kind of monster, Pan Jueming was terrified.

However, he didn't know that sweeping the Jindan was only a small part of Wang Qi's strength. Ai Changyuan, who was not far away, had abilities comparable to the former, and a crazier mind.

In the cave, Ai Changyuan reconstructed the formula, set a trap, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

I will make a law that you can't refuse... a law that is absolutely useful for exploring the ruins...

As long as you spend an hour practicing to get started...

I still have 24 hours before I can perfect myself. Wait, scum. (To be continued ~^~)