Chen Ji bent down slightly and said respectfully: "I will follow the teachings of our ancestors!
"
Chen Xuan nodded with satisfaction, thinking that it was good, he was still a malleable talent.
The dazzling gap in space opened. Chen Xuan stretched out his long legs and half of his body went in. He thought of something and then turned back to Chen Ji and said, "Follow me."
Chen Ji, who was originally shocked by the torn air, suddenly woke up and followed Chen Xuan into the gap in space.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Ji had followed Chen Xuan to the realm of narrow escape.
From the moment he entered the gap in space to the moment he came out of the gap in space, Chen Ji's mouth never closed.
It turns out that the ethereal air can be torn open and used as a door to anywhere!
Returning to the realm of narrow escape, what you see is a magnificent palace. Based on Chen Ji's experience, it is hard to imagine that there is such a noble place to live in this world.
This place is simply a thousand times more luxurious than the palace of the Lord of the Realm!
Through the exquisite windows, Chen Ji saw that this hall was built in a desert.
Such a wonderful building was a place that Chen Ji never thought he could stay in before, but now, he was standing in the middle of the hall!
Before I could take in the view of the main hall, a glass of wine appeared in front of me.
Because his spiritual consciousness was taken away from him at an early age, Chen Ji was busy with life every day and had no time to read the cultivation books and did not know much about the cultivation world.
He didn't know that the glass of wine in front of him, which he just wanted to be more beautiful, was hard to find in this world.
Chen Ji took the cup of heaven and earth agar in front of him and asked doubtfully: "Ancestor, what is this?"
One day, Chen Xuan was lying lazily on the keel chair. Hearing Chen Ji's question, he casually replied: "The fine wine of heaven and earth."
After saying that, he remembered that Chen Ji might not know what it was for, so he added, "Drink it."
Before he finished speaking, a cup of heaven and earth agar entered Chen Ji's stomach. Maybe it tasted good, so he smacked his lips to taste it.
Chen Xuan was slightly stunned, and then showed a satisfied smile, which was much crisper than the six descendants in front of him.
He sat up and looked at Chen Ji with interest, "This cup was originally worth ten thousand years of cultivation, but your spiritual consciousness was taken away, so this cup can only restore your spiritual consciousness..."
"a thousand years!
?”
Chen Ji shouted in shock: "Old Ancestor!
Then wouldn’t this glass of spiritual wine be wasted?
How can future generations drink such good things because they are so incompetent? Please find a way to get the spirit wine out of my stomach, ancestor!
"
Chen Xuan: …It’s so unworthy of praise!
"You are my descendant, Emperor Xuan Tian!
Chen Xuan really hated the fact that iron could not become steel, and shouted: "It's just a cup of heaven and earth agar, your ancestor and I still have several big barrels!"
"
Hearing this, Chen Ji kept silent and lowered his head with a sense of inferiority.
Thinking about Chen Ji's miserable life, Chen Xuan shook his head and felt a headache. He must have been accustomed to being humble since childhood.
After holding back his anger, Chen Xuan continued: "But this restored spiritual consciousness is just a very ordinary spiritual consciousness. If you want to have your own spiritual consciousness, you need to get it back yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ji felt waves of indescribable power pouring into his body.
It actually hurt a little.
It was a dull pain at first, and then it became more and more painful, as if it was tearing his body apart. Chen Ji rolled on the ground in pain and kept struggling.
Chen Xuan watched calmly and listened to his screams.
It's not that he is cruel, it's just that regaining spiritual consciousness is not that easy. If he helps now, the spiritual consciousness will not exist for more than three days, and the cup of agar of heaven and earth will be wasted.
In order for him to rebuild the glory of Tianhuang Sect, Chen Ji could only endure the bone-ripping pain by killing his enemies with his own hands.
Chen Xuan looked at the struggling Chen Ji, hoping that he could endure the pain on his own. If it came to the point where he had to take action, there was nothing he could do.
Whether spiritual consciousness can be rebuilt depends entirely on Chen Ji's own creation.
About a quarter of an hour later, Chen Ji's screams began to get smaller and smaller.
The painful sweat formed a water stain on the ground, and Chen Ji raised his head from the water stain.