Chapter five hundred and fiftieth eight spectators
"Damn, there are nearly a hundred seniors, everyone has different perceptions, how can we integrate them?"
"My current cultivation level is far from reaching a breakthrough, and these things are completely useless to me."
"Breaking through the Holy Level? What is the Holy Level? It means breaking the rules, controlling the will of heaven and earth, and completing transformation. Everyone has their own path."
"These experiences of our predecessors can only be used for reference, but they cannot be copied."
"But, damn it, I've read all the books, why can't I leave?"
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Chen Ling fell into irritability.
He stared at the top of the library, with a faint flash of violence in his eyes.
My mind was in confusion, and my will was tumbling violently.
He knew in his heart that this was not a good sign, but he could not suppress the irritability in his heart. The irritability was like a flame, it could not be extinguished even if it spread out.
But what makes him strange is that he has really read all the classics, why can't he leave?
Chen Ling gradually fell silent in the bookstore.
In the silence, the inner chaos was not suppressed at all.
One day later, he gritted his teeth and opened the ancient books again and read them carefully.
"Calm down, you must calm down."
Chen Ling shouted in his heart, forcing himself to calm down and take a serious look.
One by one...
But he couldn't stand the content and insights, and his gradually calming mood was once again sparked by sparks.
Bang!
In the dead silence, he slammed an ancient book on the bookshelf, his eyes burning.
There is no reason to be manic and there is no way to control it.
Even he himself didn't know why he was so restless.
He was manic, but his consciousness was still clear.
Looking at the bookshelf, Chen Ling took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and entered a state of cultivation.
As time passed, his breathing became stable and his mind calmed down.
This state lasted for nearly several hours.
But not long after, the insights of those seniors suddenly emerged.
Chen Ling's face suddenly twisted.
After dozens of breaths, he opened his eyes suddenly, his expression gloomy and ugly.
This situation has never happened before.
Can't even calm down.
He even wondered if there was something weird about this bookstore?
"How did those guys get through before?"
Chen Ling suddenly had such an idea.
"They should have the same emotional out-of-control situation as me." Chen Ling frowned and thought to himself.
As time passed by, Chen Ling rubbed his hair in distress and looked at the rows of bookshelves in a daze.
One day, two days, three days...
Chen Ling's face turned pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked very embarrassed.
But the mania in his eyes gradually weakened, and a hint of clarity emerged.
On the forty-eighth day after entering the bookstore, Chen Ling stood up suddenly, swayed, and stared at the bookshelf with a face full of ecstasy.
"I see."
After sitting in death for nearly a month, he finally figured it out.
Spectators.
He is just a spectator here, and he must not let the insights of these seniors affect his will.
Everyone's path to martial arts is completely different.
Therefore, the things here can only be used for reference.
Everyone understands this truth, but it is not so easy to do it without any disturbance.
Being able to be a bystander without being affected at all requires an extremely tough will.
The road to martial arts is different, and all the insights here are illusions.
From the moment he read the first ancient book and gained insights, his state of mind was disturbed, and then completely confused, until now.
Chen Ling finally understood what he had to do to leave this place.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Ling walked to the first row of bookshelves and reopened the first ancient book.
Familiar language and content, even a touch of familiar holy meaning.
He held his breath and concentrated, his mind calm.
Look at these insights from the perspective and mentality of a bystander.
"My martial arts path is unique. No one or anything can change my path. Only I can make the choice."
Chen Ling gritted his teeth and his mind was shaking violently.
One, two, three, four...
The irritability and depression I had before are gone.
There was not even the slightest fluctuation in Chen Ling's heart, as if he was discarding the dross and only taking the essence. He chose to absorb and integrate some aspects of these seniors' insights.
It has to be said that the insights of the saint-level powerhouse made him shine in many aspects.
However, he didn't have the calmness to look at it before.
Looking at it now, he suddenly felt enlightened and some of the obstacles on the road ahead were easily solved.
Moreover, these things can no longer affect his firm mind.
This time, he read very slowly, even trying to understand the deep meaning of every sentence.
In the blink of an eye, more than twenty days have passed.
Chen Ling has read all the ancient books.
boom!
There was a sound in the library, and a gap suddenly opened in the edge corner, and a staircase passage gradually appeared.
Looking towards the passage, Chen Ling's face was filled with joy.
He did it.
But he did not leave the first level immediately. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and sank into his mind, savoring the gains of these days.
Whether it was his manic mentality or all the insights in ancient books, they were like streams flowing around his will.
He absorbed the essence and integrated it into his own will.
This change is a change in will and state of mind.
The simple contemplation of ancient books seemed to open a new door at the level of his will.
Every word caused his level of will to undergo a subtle transformation.
Ten days later.
Chen Ling suddenly opened his eyes and stood up slowly.
His expression was calm, his eyes were calm, and his aura was restrained, just like an ordinary person, transforming towards the state of returning to his original nature.
That feeling is indescribable.
Chen Ling even felt that he had not changed at all, but changes were growing deep in his heart, which was endlessly strange.
He stepped towards the staircase passage and stepped onto the second level.
This is an endless void, with the physical floor beneath your feet.
The surroundings were shrouded in fog, making it difficult to see clearly.
There was only one statue standing dozens of feet away from him.
The statue is the size of a person and lifelike.
Chen Ling walked to the statue step by step.
He was a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, with a slender figure and thick eyebrows, but he gave people a gentle and elegant feeling.
He was looking forward, with a relaxed expression, and his hands behind his back.
"There is no holy will?"
Staring at the statue, Chen Ling looked puzzled.
This statue gave him the feeling of being a completely ordinary person, without any breath at all.
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression became condensed.
"If you can't see any breath, you have to use your will to feel it."
Chen Ling's expression suddenly became serious.
After stopping in front of the statue for a long time, he summoned his will and rushed towards the statue.
boom!
The moment he touched the statue, there was a surge of holy will, as if it was from all directions in the world, going up to hell and down to hell.
He didn't even have the ability to react, but was severely defeated by this holy will. He retracted his will like lightning, his face was white and his body was trembling. (To be continued)