Previously, Chen Qingyuan had gone through the extreme challenges of various realms and reached this stage.
On the thirteenth level, it was no longer about simply tempering the cultivation foundation but the Dao heart.
"Water?"
Chen Qingyuan saw the boundless water in front of him, like a sea.
Looking down, he could see that the water was murky and its depth was unfathomable.
Looking up, he didn't know where the water came from or where it went.
Chen Qingyuan stepped on the water and took a step forward, creating a ripple with his toe. At first, it was a small circle, which slowly spread around and then subsided.
"The mind is as calm as water. There seems to be some connection with the Dao heart here,"
After some exploration, Chen Qingyuan made a speculation.
Then, Chen Qingyuan sat cross - legged on the water surface and began to meditate.
With his eyes closed, his heart was undisturbed.
The previously turbulent water area became calm, and the murky substances slowly disappeared, making the boundless water a bit clearer.
Just when Chen Qingyuan thought he could pass, his consciousness was pulled into a strange space.
This was an illusion, yet extremely realistic.
In the illusion, Chen Qingyuan became a beggar, begging for a living every day, often being despised and beaten, living a miserable life. That feeling was so real that Chen Qingyuan's real body trembled slightly.
With his inner instability, waves rose on the boundless water, and the sky became a bit darker.
Soon, Chen Qingyuan adapted to the life of a beggar. After suffering for years, he died of a plague.
His consciousness didn't return to his body but went to another illusion.
In the new illusion, he became a prince of an ordinary imperial dynasty, pouring all he had into the struggle for power.
In the end, he was defeated by his blood - related brother, was placed under house arrest in a place without any maids or servants. Food was delivered to him daily, and he died of old age after decades.
In this way, Chen Qingyuan experienced over a dozen lives, some good and some bad, and had many feelings.
Power, beauty, and fame couldn't affect Chen Qingyuan's heart.
Even countless top - quality spirit stones had no effect.
Outside the ancient pagoda, Zhao Yichuan was very surprised, "Doesn't this little guy love money the most? Why wasn't his state of mind affected at all?"
"Even if he knows it's an illusion, the laws inside the ancient pagoda directly strike at the heart. It's impossible to be indifferent,"
Lin Wenchou also found it strange and became more interested in Chen Qingyuan.
"Could it be that he was faking it before?" Zhao Yichuan had investigated everything about Chen Qingyuan and knew that Chen Qingyuan was extremely money - loving, often using various so - called proper means to obtain spirit stones. "If he was faking it, how could he have been like this since childhood? It probably isn't possible!"
"For him, money isn't important. What matters is what he does after getting it,"
Lin Wenchou came up with an explanation.
"Right,"
Zhao Yichuan agreed with this view and nodded slowly.
The boundless water on the thirteenth level became clear to the bottom, with a calm surface and rarely any waves.
However, the tempering wasn't over.
An unknown force infiltrated deep into Chen Qingyuan's heart, creating a unique illusion.
Chen Qingyuan seemed to have returned to the Xuanqing Sect, living a very comfortable and happy life with the sect relatives.
Suddenly, one day, the Devil's Cave erupted, and the Fuliu Star Field was covered with devilish energy overnight. Countless creatures were demonized, with heavy casualties. The Xuanqing Sect couldn't avoid it either. Many disciples either became skeletons or demonic creatures.
For a while, the sky was dark, and wailing came from all corners.
Chen Qingyuan fought against the enemy together with the sect and killed countless demons.
However, there were too many demonized powerhouses, and the Xuanqing Sect couldn't resist at all.
Chen Qingyuan witnessed the tragic deaths of his senior brothers one by one. The senior sister who had loved him since childhood became the plaything of demons, and the sect disciples became puppets.
In the end, the sect master Lin Changsheng and the elder Dong Wenjun, who protected the sect, also met a tragic end, and the Xuanqing Sect became ruins in an instant.
Chen Qingyuan seemed to be ignored by the demons and wasn't attacked. Looking at the corpses in the ruins, his heart ached as if cut by a knife. Tears streamed down his face, his face was pale, and his whole body trembled weakly.
"No..."
Chen Qingyuan wanted to stop all this, but it was in vain. He could only stand there and shout heart - brokenly.
In an instant, Chen Qingyuan's consciousness returned to his body. He suddenly opened his eyes, two lines of clear tears fell, his whole body was soaked with cold sweat, and the boundless water beneath him became murky again, with thousands of waves surging.
Fortunately, Chen Qingyuan finally saw through the illusion and knew that everything was false, so he didn't lose his sanity. Otherwise, he would surely have been expelled by the power of the ancient pagoda's laws by now.
It took Chen Qingyuan a long time to calm down, and the water gradually became calm.
After getting ready, Chen Qingyuan meditated again.
The new round of illusions was still related to the Xuanqing Sect. They were inexplicably besieged by various sects, starting an extremely tragic war.
Many people in the Xuanqing Sect died, and Chen Qingyuan could only watch, powerless to do anything.
After being tested by multiple illusions, Chen Qingyuan's state of mind had improved a lot, and he could sense that everything happening in front of him was false.
However, Chen Qingyuan still felt bad inside, with an unbearable stabbing pain.
The Xuanqing Sect was his home, and everyone in the sect was his family. Now, watching his family die with his own eyes made his heart feel like being cut by a knife, and he was extremely heartbroken.
After waking up, Chen Qingyuan still couldn't reach the very high level of state of mind and failed to pass the level. He had to continue to be tested.
In this way, three years passed.
The normal time flow was three years, but Chen Qingyuan felt as if thousands or even tens of thousands of years had passed, and his eyes had a sense of vicissitudes.
Chen Qingyuan had spent such a long time on this test of tempering the Dao heart and finally passed.
A wooden door appeared in front of Chen Qingyuan, meaning he could enter the fourteenth level.
Chen Qingyuan looked rather haggard at this moment and needed some time to recover, so he didn't plan to open the wooden door for the time being.
"Come out!"
At this moment, a voice reached Chen Qingyuan's ears.
Before Chen Qingyuan was ready, a gentle force pulled him out of the ancient pagoda.
Whoosh -
When Chen Qingyuan opened his eyes again, he was outside the ancient pagoda.
Zhao Yichuan, Lin Wenchou, and Song Ningyan were there.
Seeing these three people, Chen Qingyuan believed that this place was no longer an illusion and saluted stiffly, "Senior."
"You have been inside for four years this time and have gained a lot. You need to recuperate properly,"
Chen Qingyuan spent a year on the first twelve levels and three years on the thirteenth level.
Zhao Yichuan was worried that something might go wrong with them, so he forced them to leave the ancient pagoda; otherwise, they might lose themselves.
Song Ningyan's state was extremely bad, with lifeless eyes. Unlike Chen Qingyuan, who still maintained his sanity and a relatively clear mind. It seemed that Song Ningyan must have failed on the thirteenth level and hadn't recovered yet.
"Can I enter again in the future?"
Chen Qingyuan turned to look at the ancient pagoda with marks of time and asked softly.多网页总结翻译图像生成更多