Yuan Ming did not speak, and waved his hand again, and the Dream Seal of All Beings flew towards the heads of the three people, blooming with a soft light, pulling them all into the illusion.
The three people in reality all rolled their eyes and fell into sleep.
But in the dream, they only felt that their eyes dimmed and everything around them disappeared.
There was absolute silence and darkness in front of them. They could not hear any sound in their ears, not even their own breathing and heartbeat. Even if they opened their mouths and shouted, there would be no sound.
The only thing left is touch.
They can also touch themselves, which is the only evidence they can confirm their existence.
Zheng Heng tried to activate the power of his spiritual consciousness to sense the other two people, and tried to contact them through sound transmission. However, his spiritual consciousness had already been blocked and he found nothing.
He felt as if he had been thrown into a world of complete nothingness. The only thing he could perceive was himself, and the only thing he could touch was himself.
"Is this a test?" Zheng Heng gave up the idea of looking for the other two people after trying to no avail.
He forced himself to calm down, then sat down cross-legged and began to try to kill time through practice.
However, there is naturally no spiritual power in this void world, and even the spiritual power in his own body cannot be felt. He seems to have become an ordinary person who is deaf and mute.
The only two things they can do are walk aimlessly and think wildly.
Zheng Heng didn't want to walk needlessly but he couldn't stop his random thoughts. After a while of random thoughts, he put things in order, collected his thoughts, and began to recall the exercises he had practiced in the past and practice them with his mind.
Yan Jue and He Xiuwen almost went through the same mental journey, and finally returned to reminiscing about the past and reviewing the exercises.
"Isn't it just one day?"
"My past...if I look back carefully, three days and three nights may not be..."
So they thought.
Yuan Ming looked at the three people trapped in the illusion, with a smile on his lips.
In this trial, he was invincible from the beginning, and Yan Jue and the others had no chance of winning.
This is just because the dream space constructed by Yuan Ming is itself an unsolvable desperate situation. The flow rate of time in the fantasy space is completely different from that in the outside world. As long as Yuan Ming is willing, he can extend the time inside infinitely.
Even if time passes only briefly outside, within the illusion, several years may have passed.
At first, Yan Jue and the others were not too panicked. As monks in the Void Return Stage or even the Dharma Stage Stage, they still had some concentration.
But as time passed bit by bit, they gradually realized that something was wrong.
Yan Jue reviewed his experiences from birth to now, and then he realized that his life did not seem to be that long, and many memories of the past had faded away.
And when he was distracted and silently counting, only a few hours had passed.
So, he began to continue to visualize the exercises and secret techniques he practiced. Although he could not practice, it could distract his mind so that he did not have to pay attention to the flow of time.
Zheng Heng and He Xiuwen both had calmer temperaments than him, and they were equally distracted counting time and silently meditating on the techniques they were practicing.
He Xiuwen simply regarded himself as a puppet, studied the "True Interpretation of the Heavenly Puppet" that he had given up, and imagined how to deconstruct himself. Not only did he not feel bored, but he felt something in his heart and gained a lot.
Although Zheng Heng didn't have that many insights, he still enjoyed it.
It is so quiet and there are not many opportunities to focus solely on oneself. They have gradually changed their mentality and regard this as a tempering of their own Taoism.
However, as time continued to pass, the count in their hearts had reached a terrifying number. When they came back to their senses, they realized that several years had passed.
The three of them also understood at this time that the time in this fantasy space was different from that in the outside world, and the counts in their hearts had no meaning.
However, they did not give up just yet.
Among the three, Yan Jue, who had the lowest cultivation level, did not choose to give up just because he discovered this unexpected incident.
He believed that no matter how powerful Wan Tianren was, he could not stop time. As long as time was still flowing, they would one day win.
Therefore, none of the three chose to pray to the statue of Ming Yue in their hearts, and still persisted.
But the time scale in the illusion was still beyond their imagination.
After spending more than three hundred years in the illusion, the first person to give up was not Yan Jue, but He Xiuwen.
It was not because he could not bear the passage of time that he chose to give up, but because through this period of contemplation, he made a breakthrough in his understanding of "The True Interpretation of the Heavenly Puppet", and many new ideas suddenly emerged.
And it was these new thoughts that tormented him.
He couldn't wait to test these ideas and try them, but he was trapped in this illusion and couldn't do anything except visualize over and over again.
So, he was the first to visualize the statue of the God of the Dark Moon in his heart and prayed to it sincerely.
In the space of the Stealing Heaven Cauldron, Yuan Ming felt a sudden huge will power, his eyes fell on He Xiuwen, and a smile appeared on his face.
With a wave of his hand, he lifted He Xiuwen's illusion and woke him up.
He Xiuwen's eyes trembled, and he opened them. What he saw was still the green bamboo forest, and he felt the gentle breeze.
"I didn't expect that you would be the first one to wake up." Yuan Ming said with a smile.
"How long have I been in the illusion?" He Xiuwen frowned slightly and asked.
Yuan Ming smiled without saying a word and raised three fingers.
"Three hours?" He Xiuwen asked.
"Thirty breaths." Yuan Ming shook his head and said with a smile.
When He Xiuwen heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank and he fell silent.
At this time, the smile on Yuan Ming's face became brighter again, and he waved his hands one after another, waking up Yan Jue and Zheng Heng.
"You must have persisted for almost ten breaths longer than fellow Taoist He." Yuan Ming said with a smile.
"You are playing tricks on us." Yan Jue looked ugly, with a hint of anger in his expression.
"How dare you, just look at the hourglass." Yuan Ming pointed to the side.
The three of them looked over and saw that the hourglass clock had indeed only passed thirty breaths. There was nothing unusual about the seals that the three of them had placed in the hourglass. Yuan Ming was not causing trouble.
Zheng Heng and the other three turned pale and fell silent.
"I'm not lying to you. If you can continue to persevere, you don't have to pray to the Moon God. Persevere to the end, and I will keep my promise." Yuan Ming said calmly.
"Fellow Taoist Wan is a shaman soul cultivator. We should have expected this method. I am willing to surrender, but can you return my storage magic weapon to me?" Zheng Heng sighed and said.
"Yes, except for the spirit stone and the magic weapon materials inside, I can return it to you intact." Yuan Ming nodded.
"Thank you." Zheng Heng bowed and clasped his fists.
"Fellow Taoist Wan, you don't have to give up my spirit stone, but the puppet materials inside are related to my future practice. Can you return it to me?" He Xiuwen hesitated and said.
The implication is that he naturally chose to surrender.
"Okay. If you have troubles with soul power in the future, you can seek help from me." Yuan Ming said.
He Xiuwen was overjoyed. He had decided to rebuild the "True Interpretation of the Heavenly Puppet". The puppet master also had very strict requirements for the soul. The strength of the soul was directly related to the manipulation of the puppet. If he could get the guidance of a shaman in this regard,
, is undoubtedly a great opportunity.
After these two people expressed their opinions, Yan Jue's mood quickly calmed down.
"Fellow Taoist Yan Jue, what's your decision?" Yuan Ming looked at Yan Jue with a faint smile and asked.
"I..." Yan Jue's expression was still somewhat conflicted, and he hesitated to give an answer immediately.
"Like them, I can also support you with your storage magic weapon, and I can even support your cultivation resources in the future." Yuan Ming looked at Yan Jue and extended an olive branch again.
"Okay." Yan Jue's eyes flashed and he finally nodded.
"Okay, you have all made the right choice. I believe that in the near future, you will feel lucky for your choice today." Yuan Ming said with a smile.
Immediately, he returned the three people's stored instruments as promised.
"From now on, you must pray to the Moon God at least once a day, and you can practice separately the rest of the time." Yuan Ming ordered.
The three of them nodded silently and said nothing.
Yuan Ming didn't talk nonsense to them anymore, because he still valued them, so he was willing to go through this trouble. At this moment, he immediately waved his hand and took them outside.
Wulu and Nan Shangfeng were meditating and adjusting their breath. When they saw the three figures, they were startled.
"Don't worry, the three of them have been conquered by me and will not attack you again." Yuan Ming looked at Nan Shangfeng and said.
When Nan Shangfeng heard this, his eyes fell on He Xiuwen, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
"You don't have to look at me like this. There are people outside the world. If you are not strong enough, even if you can inherit the position of the sect leader, it will be meaningless. I have no intention of competing with you now." He Xiuwen said lightly.
Yuan Ming waved his hand and opened the Shura Palace, sent Yan Jue and the others inside, and placed them in Yin Capital City.
He had long been determined to conquer some Faxiang period believers, and set up a six-level formation around Yindu City to accommodate these people, and it was finally used today.
"How did you do it?" Nan Shangfeng looked at Yuan Ming with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
"Of course I have my own way." Yuan Ming said casually.
"Fellow Taoist Wan, thank you very much this time." Nan Shangfeng did not continue to ask further questions and said with cupped fists.
"Okay, there's no need to say the polite words. You continue to adjust your breath and recover. I still have something to do." Yuan Ming waved his hand and said.
After saying that, he came to the pure fire place in the center of the earth in the middle of the lake of fire.
The Pure Fire in the Earth's Core is still staying here quietly, unaffected by the previous war.
Yuan Ming raised his arm and stretched it forward.
His palms quickly turned into the roots of the immortal tree, extending forward like the tentacles of a living creature. After piercing the void, they directly penetrated into the white flame in the center of the lake.
The moment the roots of the immortal tree penetrated, an unspeakable burning force suddenly came along with severe pain.
Although the pure fire in the center of the earth is mainly about changes, it is earth fire after all, and its temperature is also extremely high.
Yuan Ming frowned, his brows twitching a few times, and large beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks.
Feeling that the roots of the immortal tree began to dry up and turn black quickly under the high temperature, with signs of carbonization already appearing at the tips, Yuan Ming immediately activated the original power of the immortal tree.
Nourished by the power of the source, the blackened and dry roots of the immortal tree immediately rejuvenated and began to pull back and forth with the power of the scorching flames, repeatedly transforming in carbonization and resurrection.
After Yuan Ming waited for the roots of the immortal tree to steadily control the pure fire in the center of the earth, he immediately opened the extreme fire realm of Shura Palace.
There, the waiter has been waiting for a long time.
Yuan Ming had previously sent a message to him, asking him to set up a spirit-gathering array that could store fire-attribute spiritual power. He didn't know why, but now he saw the large group of white flames that had been moved out of thin air, and he finally woke up.
come over.
"This...is this the pure fire in the center of the earth?" The waiter's eyes suddenly changed and he exclaimed.
"How is the array arranged?" Yuan Ming asked.
"It's set up, but with the fire-attributed spiritual power in the Extreme Fire Territory, it's difficult to maintain a balance. The spirit-gathering array may not be able to maintain the stability of the pure fire in the center of the earth." The waiter in the shop already understood what Yuan Ming was going to do, and he hurriedly understood what Yuan Ming was going to do.
said.
Hearing this, Yuan Ming only hesitated for a moment before sending the Earth's Core Pure Fire into the magic circle.