The Name of Eternity.

Chapter 433 Shuntian Zujing
Li Hao nodded slightly. He could feel the difficulty of being a direct disciple. It was quite abnormal.

Wang asked the old general to explain the situation in the real fairyland, then he pointed his finger at Li Hao's brow and taught him the fairyland.

Li Hao accepted it silently, and there seemed to be a fairy seal whispering and teaching in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"This is the Shuntian ancestral scripture. I will only teach you the True Immortal Chapter. If you can become the registered disciple of the Immortal Emperor, you can get the Immortal Lord Chapter. When you reach the Immortal Lord realm, I will teach you the Immortal King Chapter, which is the final chapter."

Wang Lao's eyes were unusually solemn and serious, and he said to Li Hao:
"Even if it is just the True Immortal Chapter, it is the top among the many True Immortal Realm techniques. It can cultivate the body of an ancestral immortal, as well as the Heaven-fighting Technique. Either of the two is enough to sweep across the True Realm, and there are few rivals!"

He glanced at the futon in the distance and said, "If others can pass this second test, they can also get this opportunity. Even if they cannot comprehend it thoroughly and only learn a little bit, they can still shine in the true fairyland. If the Immortal Emperor is here, the selection of candidates for the test of the registered disciples will be extremely strict, and ordinary people will not be qualified to participate at all!"

Li Hao was a little surprised. So powerful?
"When this method is cultivated to the ultimate level, if one can break the limit of this method, it will be the imperial method mastered by the Immortal Emperor, the Heavenly Disaster Imperial Method."

Wang Lao said softly: "Follow the ancestral scriptures of heaven, follow heaven and you will be king, go against heaven and you will be in trouble!"

His soft whisper and just eight words filled the previously quiet void with a muffled sound like thunder.

Li Hao's heart trembled, and he vaguely understood the meaning of these eight characters.

"You are still at the Saint level now, and have only survived the second disaster. With your strength, you can break free from the shackles at any time and survive the third disaster. Then you can touch the Heavenly Dao and reach Saint level perfection. It will be easier to comprehend then."

Wang Lao said.

Li Hao nodded. For other saints, overcoming the heavenly tribulation requires thorough preparation, but it is a trivial matter for him.

However, when it comes to overcoming the heavenly tribulation, he felt a little moved. It seemed a bit of a waste if he just overcame it like this...

"You should figure it out on your own first. I can't help you with cultivation, but you can ask me about other things."

Wang Lao said, then picked up the chess box, turned around and left, then picked up a sharp hoe that was shining with light from the side of the house and walked towards the fertile field.

Li Hao sat on a small wooden stool and waited until he walked away before calling up the panel.

Although he knew that Mr. Wang couldn't see it, he was still subconsciously cautious towards this old man at a very high level.

I saw an extra magic spell appear on the panel.

[Skills (quasi-emperor method): Shuntian Zujing (not yet introduced in the True Immortal Chapter)]

At this time, the magic in his mind had been absorbed by Li Hao, but the magic was extremely profound, including two aspects: the physical body and the control of the magic, as well as the exquisite control of the magic power.

Li Hao was a little surprised. According to Master Wang, after passing the first test, he would be qualified to be promoted to the true fairyland.

But in front of this Shuntian ancestral scripture, it is not even considered an entry.

No wonder Master Wang said that once you master this method, you will be able to sweep through the true fairyland.

"Perhaps, one needs to reach the eleventh level of the state of mind to absorb this method, and... this method seems to include two aspects, the immortal palm control and the physical body. Perhaps both aspects must reach the eleventh level before one can truly master it!"

Li Hao thought to himself, and immediately felt the horror of this method.

In the past, other skills, including the Yama Immortal Skills absorbed previously, could be mastered with a single understanding of the Tao realm.

However, this method requires both the physical body and the imperial power to reach eleven stages at the same time before it can be truly perfected!

While thinking, Li Hao suddenly had an idea.

If I could accumulate the eleventh level of the Dao of the Physical Body and the Dao of Control here, practice this method to perfection, and advance to the realm of True Immortality, does that mean there is hope for me to pass the test of the third level of the True Zun Tower?

The third level is a projection ten times larger than oneself, but if one is stuck in a certain realm, this tenfold gap should be enough to make up for it.

Thinking of this, Li Hao became a little excited.

After all, Master Wang also said that the higher the disciple's status, the more Immortal Emperor Taoism he can unlock.

“Although this is a bit of cheating, those direct disciples who can pass are either born in Chaos or have been eating immortal medicine as snacks since childhood. Compared with ordinary people, this can also be considered cheating.”

Li Hao said in his heart.

In this world, honest people suffer the most.

He put away the panel, then stood up, looked around, saw the figure of Wang Lao, and immediately trotted towards him, humming a song.

"Why, do you find it difficult?"

When Mr. Wang saw that Li Hao did not start practicing immediately, he couldn't help but laugh.

Li Hao nodded in agreement and said, "It is indeed difficult."

He wanted to upgrade both the physical way and the imperial way to the eleventh level, which seemed a long time.

Hearing Li Hao's words, Wang Lao couldn't help but laugh. No matter how talented you are, you still have to study hard and practice diligently in front of this quasi-emperor method.

"It's okay, take your time. You're already on the third step, ahead of the others. With your talent, as long as you don't slack off, others can't surpass you."

Wang Lao smiled.

Li Hao nodded. He didn't compete with others, but just wanted to finish it early so that he could leave here earlier.

only……

"When I go out, where are you, old man? Are you still waiting here?"

Li Hao rolled up his trouser legs, followed the footsteps of Wang Lao in the mud field, walked behind him with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and asked curiously.

Wang Lao paused for a moment while digging up the roots and weeding the immortal medicine, then smiled calmly and said, "Well, I will continue to stay here and look after the Immortal Emperor's palace."

Li Hao's eyes became slightly darker, and he said, "That's so lonely."

“Loneliness is not scary, boredom is scary.”

Wang Lao carried Li Hao on his back and continued to weed. Only his voice reached Li Hao's ears: "Before none of you came, I always did this."

Having said this, he suddenly paused, raised his head, looked at the distant and unreachable sky, or perhaps the place even more unreachable beyond the sky, and whispered softly:
"Those old friends died in the real world, and I don't know if there is anyone to collect their bones. That is loneliness..."

As he spoke of this, a breeze blew up between the fertile fields, gently caressing the surrounding elixirs.

Rays of dim light floated and gathered, like soft hands, soothing the old man's painful emotions.

Li Hao was silent, thinking about what he saw on that ancient road, the bones scattered all over the ground, and the endless burial ground.

At first glance I thought it was just a corpse, but now I think that maybe an old friend or even a relative is lying inside.

"Is it because of the rules, or do you just not want to go out?"

Li Hao asked in a low voice.

Wang Lao lowered his head and laughed, his shoulders shaking slightly, and said: "This is the incense of the Immortal Emperor. It is not enough to rely on just a registered disciple. In a dangerous place like the Real World, a registered disciple will also perish. Unless a real disciple appears, I can accompany him out as a guardian."

At this point he turned to look at Li Hao, his eyes becoming kind and gentle: "You have some hope of becoming a formal disciple, but it's only a little hope. You've also experienced the test on the second floor of the Zhenzun Tower. Are you sure you can pass it?"

Li Hao was stunned for a moment, but his eyes brightened.

Three years of playing chess and three years of chatting. Although he and the old man did not talk about spiritual practice, they talked about almost everything else.

They already had a feeling of being close friends regardless of age difference.

If he can help the other party get out, Li Hao will try his best no matter what!
"As long as I can become a formal disciple?"

Li Hao asked seriously, his eyes bright and blazing.

When Elder Wang saw Li Hao's gaze, the smile on his face softened. He shook his head gently and said, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. I have also taught you the Shuntian Ancestral Scripture. You also know the Nine Flower Immortal Seal. You should know how difficult it is to become a formal disciple!"

Li Hao took a deep breath, and his mind became more determined. He said, "I will definitely let you out!"

"Don't think too much. The more you think, the slower your cultivation will be."

Wang Lao smiled and turned around to continue weeding the elixir. He didn't tell Li Hao about this in detail because he didn't want to put pressure on Li Hao.

He also didn't want to be hindered by Li Hao's practice.

Li Hao didn't say anything else. Some things can only be done through action.

After Wang Lai finished preparing the elixir, the two returned to the ridge of the field, and Wang Lao chatted with Li Hao about the time when he practiced. Here, he often chatted with others about the past.

After all, he has lived a long life and has too many distant memories to list even if he were to talk about them for tens of thousands of years.

He likes to talk about it because he is worried that if he doesn't talk about it and reminisce often, he will forget it.

Even with a nearly eternal lifespan, it is still difficult to resist the erosion of forgetfulness over the years.

Li Hao also put away his solemn expression and chatted and listened to the other party as he did in the past.

When the sun set, Wang Lao returned carrying his hoe. Li Hao followed him back to the house and invited him to play another game today.

When Master Wang heard what Li Hao said, he burst out laughing. He thought that if he taught Li Hao the immortal skills, Li Hao would be eager to practice the Shuntian Ancestral Sutra.

After all, this is a quasi-emperor-level true fairyland technique, which only the top forces in the true world can access.

However, he was already familiar with Li Hao's temperament, and he didn't find it strange. But when he thought of what the little guy had said in the fairy field before, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. Judging from Li Hao's thoughts, it was obvious that he was still keen on the fun of chess and was not really working hard to practice.

However, he did not blame Li Hao. After all, it was too difficult to become a formal disciple. If one did not have a special foundation since childhood, it would be impossible to practice.

He shook his head, dispelling the inexplicable feeling of loss in his mind, smiled, put down the hoe, took out the chessboard, and played chess with Li Hao under the starlight and moonlight.

In the distance, many saints were practicing on cushions, like sleeping sculptures.

In front of the house, an old man and a young boy would play chess from time to time and occasionally laugh.

Time flows quietly in this forbidden underground world.

In the blink of an eye, two years passed.

It has been five years since Li Hao came to the depths of the Double Seam Demon Valley.

Here, five short years have passed in the blink of an eye, and nothing has changed.

The people on the cushions were still as quiet as sculptures, and there was no sound as usual.

The magical herbs in the few acres of fertile fields did not grow taller. The years were too short and their changes were minimal.

However, the game between an old man and a young man in front of the house has undergone tremendous changes from when they first arrived.

Wang Lao looked solemn, staring at the chessboard.

The young man made his move, and the chessboard twisted and turned like a winding path, making it extremely difficult to see any trace.

It looks a bit like a fairy without a trace.

Just like the first time he played chess, he was in the mood to taste tea and admire the fertile fields and magical herbs. But now, the cup of tea had gone cold beside him, but he didn't notice it at all.

On the other hand, the young man also had a solemn expression and focused eyes, and he did not dare to relax at all.

The current situation is also due to Mr. Wang's negligence, which allowed him to seize an opportunity, and then we have to move forward step by step, leading to the current situation.

As the clouds and mist dissipated, the elixir in the fertile fields floated in the air, and the breeze caressed them gently. The sound of Wang Lao's chess pieces dropping could be heard, with a click.

After a long time, the young man also made a move, and there was another crisp sound.

When the clouds turned red and the sunset glowed brightly, the situation on the chessboard seemed to become clearer.

Wang Lao let go of the piece in his hand, sighed softly, then looked at the young man unhappily and said, "I gave you a chance."

"You have to seize the opportunity yourself. Thanks to my predecessor for letting me go."

Li Hao laughed and looked very happy.

After all, it’s not easy to win a game against Wang Lao!
“Is this your first time winning?”

Wang Lao asked as he collected the children.

Li Hao said without even thinking: "Seven times!"

When Mr. Wang saw that he answered so quickly, he couldn't help rolling his eyes. This kid remembered it clearly enough, huh!
"Then how many times did you lose?" Mr. Wang suddenly looked at him jokingly.

Li Hao coughed lightly and scratched his head, "I don't know about that."

"You kid..." Wang Lao was so angry that he almost laughed out loud, what a little rascal.

"I'll remember it for you." Wang Lao also showed a hint of pride on his face, "1821 times!"

Li Hao: "..."

The other party was actually right.

Seeing Li Hao's constipated expression, Wang Lao laughed, looked at the sky, and said, "It's getting late today, let's rest, rest!"

Li Hao had no choice but to not insist.

Two years later, his chess experience had already reached the saturation of the tenth level, but he had not yet realized the chess state of mind of the eleventh level.

When Mr. Wang put away the chessboard and went to rest, Li Hao also returned to the futon, took out the drawing board, and began to paint the huge bell of heaven and earth under the moonlight.

For the past two years, apart from playing chess with Wang Lao, Li Hao has been painting.

His experience in painting had also reached the tenth level of perfection, but he was still in a state of confusion.

As each painting was finished, a trace of confusion appeared in Li Hao's eyes.

During the repeated painting, he felt that his painting skills had reached the pinnacle, but he never reached the bottleneck of his state of mind.

This made him feel a little anxious and increasingly distant.

"Using the heaven and earth as the canvas and the avenue as the brush, the peerless painting drawn is not the pinnacle. What would the ultimate painting be like?"

Li Hao muttered to himself.

He couldn't imagine it, and therefore, couldn't touch it.

After sitting on the mat all night, the next day, when Li Hao was still in a daze, a voice suddenly came.

When Li Hao came to his senses, he saw that other saints were also startled by the voice. They all looked over and found that it was Mu Sheng who had returned from challenging the Zhenzun Tower.

"Two years have passed, and Mu Sheng has had even longer this time. His progress is a bit too fast!"

"It took decades to make progress, but now..."

Everyone was a little surprised to see Mu Sheng's results, and then they all looked at Li Hao at the same time.

They all knew that since the arrival of this newcomer, the atmosphere here had become tense and everyone's mentality had changed accordingly.

Li Hao felt everyone's gaze and his heart moved slightly. After such a long time, it was time to try to improve his body movement skills to the tenth level to see if he could pass the second level.

If not, you can only wait until you break through the true fairyland before trying again.

The snow-haired Shepherd Saint came back and saw Li Hao sitting on the cushion. He noticed that the other party was not looking at him but at the Zhenzun Pagoda. He frowned slightly and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

This feeling is like something you desperately want to get has actually been reserved by someone else. It's like trying hard but feeling powerless.

At this time, Li Hao had already stood up and flew towards the Zhenzun Tower.

Everyone was a little surprised to see Li Hao flying out.

This is Li Hao's second challenge in two years.

"Haotian is going to challenge again. Could it be that he saw that Musheng's performance has improved and he wants to give it a try too?"

"His performance last time was outrageous, I wonder if it will improve this time."

"He doesn't seem to have practiced much. Maybe he's just not convinced this time."

In the crowd, Lin Sheng and Ming Sheng's gazes had already skipped over Mu Sheng and were looking at the figure flying towards the Zhenzun Tower. For some reason, their hearts began to tighten quietly.

(End of this chapter)