"The power of the Book of Changes is unparalleled. Even if I can't figure out Nian Qiu's whereabouts, I can at least help him."
Lu Yu was unwilling to stop here.
Under the perception of his spiritual thoughts, Pang Nianqiu's soul was as thin as dust, as if he might lose his soul if he wasn't careful. But Lu Yu had clearly arrived in the Netherworld. If he could only watch his little disciple go deep into the trap, he would definitely not be able to do it.
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Lu Yu's mind was shrouded in mist, and everywhere he looked was boundless darkness, with no end in sight.
This is the fog that envelopes Pang Nianqiu, and the power of discovery in the Yi Jing stops here.
"Xiang said: The evil caused by excessive involvement cannot be blamed."
Lu Yu uttered mysterious sounds, like thunder suddenly appearing, and the roar spread in all directions.
This is the principle of heaven and earth in the Book of Changes. There are dangers in the world, but if you can remedy it in time, you can turn the danger into safety.
Thousands of golden runes hang all over the body, gathering at the center of Lu Yu's eyebrows. Lu Yu's eyes shine with golden light, as if a god is alive.
The flow of time and space around him slowed down. An hour had already passed around Lu Yu, and it was probably just a cup of tea outside.
The law of time, the law of space, the law of fate.
This is one of the most mysterious laws among the great ways of heaven and earth, and now they are all displayed by Lu Yu.
The thick book "Book of Changes" was suspended above Lu Yu's forehead, and little bits of light scattered delicately, all gathered in the center of the eyebrows, and was absorbed by Lu Yu.
This Book of Changes was created by Fuxi, a living creature from the ancient times. It is quite mysterious. Although Lu Yu has read it thoroughly, he has new understanding every time he reads it.
Today, Lu Yu is reciting the Yi Jing while gaining new insights to dispel the fog in front of him.
With the past gone and his destiny now revealed, Lu Yu felt that his magic power had increased rapidly with this realization.
"It turns out that studying the ancient classics can also improve your magic power."
Lu Yu was shocked. After thinking for a while, he understood.
He just happened to break through a cultivation method by accident.
The classics created by those ancient beings are many times more advanced than the techniques existing in this world, and the magic power they have refined is even more pure than the ancient true immortals.
Driven by such pure magic power, Lu Yu's cultivation level was like a galloping sailboat, advancing rapidly all the way.
But even so, it is extremely difficult to break through to the next level.
From the middle stage of Xuanxian to the late stage of Xuanxian, Lu Yu relied on a reincarnation flower to gather ten thousand years of nourishment, and then he succeeded in breaking through in one fell swoop. However, in the late stage of Xuanxian's "Tianzun" realm, he wanted to take another step to reach Da Luo Jinxian.
, it is even more like a natural chasm.
Throughout ancient times, those who could achieve the position of Daluo Jinxian were all rare beings.
"I already have the qualifications to be a born saint. Coupled with the blessings of many inheritances, my cultivation is thousands of miles faster than that of ordinary monks. But according to this progress, it will take at least ten thousand years to break through to the Great Luo Jinxian."
Lu Yu looked inside himself and calculated the requirements for a breakthrough.
He could not accept this request.
Tens of thousands of years have passed, and everything has changed, and anything can happen. He can't really wait for that day.
"That's all, who can tell clearly what will happen in the future."
Lu Yu concentrated his mind, and wisps of golden light emerged from between his brows, sweeping out and immediately piercing through the many fogs in his spiritual thoughts.
After reading the Book of Changes several times, Lu Yu's spiritual thoughts were like diamonds, and he immediately pierced through the endless fog at the end of the thread of fate.