Have you noticed that in recent decades, the Holy Lord has rarely appeared?"
"Really? I thought you didn't care about this."
In a theater somewhere in the Holy City, a man and a woman were sitting in a box.
The man was wearing a bright golden coat and his face was cold, but he gave off an extraordinary feeling.
The woman is wearing a long dress, she looks absolutely beautiful, and her temperament is even better, like a lily emerging from the water.
"Holy Master is my teacher. Why don't I care about his old man's affairs? It's just that as a disciple, I don't want to ask if I have any ideas. After all, Master is busy with big things. I should listen to what I shouldn't.
Listen to what you should know and what you shouldn’t know, asking too many questions will be troublesome.”
Wang Xu held the teacup and looked down at Princess Yushu.
He is a disciple of the Fallen Holy Lord, not the boss. The Fallen Holy Lord is not in the mood and there is no need to tell him what he is doing.
Princess Yushu is different. She is the goddaughter of the Fallen Holy Lord. A lot of information is not avoided from her. When it comes to being well-informed, the Fallen Holy Lord is the first one, Zuo Daoqi, the manager of the Holy Lord's Mansion, is the second one.
Three of them must be Princess Yushu.
She knows, hears, and sees more than anyone else. In the fallen world, there are very few things that she wants to know but cannot know.
In the past few decades, Wang Xu has never seen the Fallen Holy Lord, and even the general manager Zuo Daoqi has rarely seen him. He is so mysterious that he has no idea what they are doing.
However, Wang Xu believes that Princess Yushu must know everything about it, because the Holy Lord's love for her will not be revealed for decades and disappear quietly for decades.
"If it's not convenient to tell you, then I won't ask."
Wang Xu was just curious and didn't need to know anything. He drank tea and said nonchalantly.
"It's not a big deal. My godfather has made progress in his cultivation. He is currently in retreat to sort out his thoughts. He should be able to leave the retreat in as little as a thousand years or even a hundred years."
Princess Yushu said with a smile on her face and said: "I made a bet with Xiaodan before, betting on when you would ask. I didn't expect that you would endure it for decades. This determination really impressed me.
admire."
"What do you admire?" Wang Xu put down his tea cup and said with a wry smile: "You can't become a master without strong endurance, and I can't help it after only enduring it for decades, which shows that my concentration is not enough.
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Nominally, Wang Xu is the senior brother of Princess Yushu and a disciple of the Fallen Holy Lord.
In fact, he knew that he was just a person who accompanied the prince to study, and a playmate who accompanied the little girl to relieve her boredom.
Fortunately, Princess Yushu is not difficult to take care of. She usually goes to the theater and listens to storytelling, and when she is bored, she can be taken out for a walk.
Doing the math, he and Princess Yushu have been together for thousands of years. It is clear that this is a white lotus that has not lost its childlike innocence and good intentions. In such a hellish place as the fallen world, it remains unsullied from the mud.
Of course, she has the capital to stay out of the mud, and she has the Fallen Holy Lord as her backer. She does not need to face the intrigues outside, nor does she need to imitate him in making choices.
Sometimes, Wang Xu envies Princess Yushu's carefreeness. She is like a canary in a cage. She can happily live the life she wants every day without having to fight or need herself.
When you struggle, you will get whatever you want. In life, what you want is nothing more than these.
"Master, his cultivation has reached the perfection of the Heavenly Dao Realm. Now that he has gained enlightenment, he will soon break through to the Dao Dao Realm, right?"
Wang Xu sometimes finds it incredible when he thinks that the fallen Holy Lord's cultivation is so terrifying and he can reach new heights repeatedly.
The first half of the fallen Holy Lord's life was full of ups and downs, the middle half was devoted to seeking the truth, and the second half was overwhelming the world.
Just like the protagonist in fantasy, he is not only good at creating miracles, but he is also a miracle himself.
In Wang Xu's view, the Fallen Holy Lord is no different from the protagonist, and he is still the protagonist who has reached the top.
"I think too much, the Great Dao Realm is not that easy. Even if my godfather has reached this stage, he dare not say that he will definitely be able to achieve the Great Dao Realm. This kind of promotion is much more difficult than yours, senior brother.
By the way, senior brother, how is your cultivation, have you made any progress recently?"
"Progress can be considered as being made, or it can be considered as not being made."
Wang Xu sighed and shook his head. Now that his cultivation has reached the pinnacle of quasi-sage, the next step is to use his strength to prove the Tao.
But this is difficult. Although he has improved a lot under the guidance of the Fallen Holy Lord over the years, he is still far away from realizing the Tao with strength.
He had previously estimated that only when the three basic attributes of strength, defense, and speed reached the saint level without the help of any external objects, would it be possible to reach the threshold of enlightenment through force.
Now, on the basis of these three major items, he has added one more item, spirit or soul.
Strength, agility, defense, spirit...
Among the four-dimensional attributes listed by Wang Xu, his defense has reached perfection, which can be written as 10 in numerical form.
10 represents the basic attribute of the saint. To show this, among other options, the strength is only 9.8 at most, and the agility is even less, only 9.5.
As for the final spirit, because he practices physical training, the bonus to spirit is not high, probably only 9.0 level or lower.
The scary thing is that his cultivation has reached a bottleneck and it is difficult to make any breakthroughs.
This means that he can no longer rely on simple cultivation to improve his four-dimensional attributes. If he wants to improve, he can only find some extraordinary methods.
For example, the Purgatory Sword Sutra passed down to him by the Fallen Holy Lord can slowly and effectively improve his strength attributes.
According to his estimation, each level of the Purgatory Sword Sutra can bring him nearly 0.1 increase in strength attribute. Now he has practiced the Purgatory Sword Sutra to the seventh level. When the ninth level is completed, his strength will probably reach 10
, which is the minimum level of a saint.
With the remaining agility and mental attributes, Wang Xu has no good options.
From beginning to end, his talent for speed was worse than his defense and strength.
To describe it, if his defensive talent is labeled as SSS level and his strength talent is labeled as SS level, then his speed talent is at most A, and even less than S.
As for the final intellectual talent, it would be nice to have a B. Anyway, he felt that in this aspect, let alone being compared with a genius, it was not much better than an ordinary monk.
In other words, the lower the talent, the more difficult it is to learn something.
At the same level, Wang Xu learned the four-dimensional exercises that could improve defense very quickly, and his progress in learning strength was not slow either.
Regarding speed and intelligence, it is much slower.
The former is very slow, while the latter is completely motionless. Even if he practices the secret method of spiritual power in the realm of heaven, there is no movement at all.
This is a shortcoming, a congenital defect that is difficult to make up for later in life.
Wang Xu is confident that he can refine the Purgatory Knife Sutra at the ninth level within a million years, so that his strength attributes and defense will be equal.
He is also confident that within tens of millions of years, he will be able to superimpose his own speed attributes using the skill of wearing water through rocks.
But he doesn't have the confidence to refine the first level of nerve-raising in 100 million years, so that his mental attributes will become 9.1.
You must know that the four-dimensional attributes of a saint, according to the data, must be at least 10.
If you don’t have the confidence to cultivate the first level of nerve cultivation for 100 million years, can you cultivate the nerve cultivation to perfection in a billion or tens of billions of years?
No, according to the difficulty of practicing the Purgatory Sword Sutra, the difficulty of practicing these heavenly realm secrets has increased exponentially from the beginning to the end.
The cultivation difficulty of the first level is 1, the cultivation difficulty of the second level is 2, and the third level will double the difficulty of 2, directly becoming 4.
Wang Xu had a hunch that if his strength talent could be greatly improved in a short period of time, his agility talent would be slightly improved after a long time, and his spiritual talent would be difficult to improve no matter how long it took.
This is just like surface organisms, which are smaller than marine organisms. This is an innate limitation, and it is not what you want.
No matter how much exercise a mouse takes, it cannot be stronger than a tiger.
Innate shortcomings limited its growth space, and now, Wang Xu realized that he had touched the ceiling of his mental power.
If you want to break this ceiling, you can only achieve it by becoming a saint.
But this is a refutation. The four-dimensional attributes cannot reach the saint level, and it is impossible to become a saint by demonstrating the Tao with strength.
He was asked to take a step back and become a saint by killing three corpses, but he was unwilling because that would kill the possibility of becoming a great person.
The Dao realm is the real qualitative change. Compared with it, the improvement of four-dimensional attributes is like a child playing house.
He couldn't even break through this small quagmire. When he reached the real abyss behind, Wang Xu didn't believe that he could get through it overnight, so he fell into a dilemma. He felt that the road ahead was dark and he couldn't see the way forward.
Of course, it is not the time to despair yet, the Fallen Holy Lord is a guiding light.
He believes that if there is anyone in the world who can guide him on the way forward, this person must be the Fallen Holy Lord.
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