If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

The chain of cause and effect is increasing at a rate of tens of thousands every day, and Zhou Ming has lost count of it.

At first, he could still concentrate and glance at the number before going to sleep, roughly estimating it to be 30,000, 50,000, or 80,000.

Later, even estimations became impossible. The causal network between his eyebrows was so dense that it resembled a full-page cloud pattern embroidered on silk with the finest needle, layer upon layer covering the entire area of ​​his perception.

Zhou Ming only knew one thing: the causal chain was still growing.

That night, Zhou Ming was fast asleep, dreaming of playing chess with the Duke of Zhou.

Zhou Gong's chess skills were not very good, and he lost three games in a row. Just as he was about to flip the chessboard and cheat, Zhou Ming suddenly felt a surge of heat in his dantian.

Zhou Ming suddenly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly in bed.

The room was pitch black, and the faint sound of a clapper at midnight could be heard outside the window.

The heat was still flowing into his dantian. Zhou Ming didn't have time to think. He quickly sat cross-legged and circulated his internal energy to receive it.

Zhou Ming was all too familiar with this heat.

Exactly the same as the previous three times.

This time, however, it came more fiercely, more urgently, and more irresistibly.

Then came one, two, and then hundreds and thousands.

The heat surged from the broken causal chain, flowing along the mysterious passage into his meridians, and then rushing into his dantian.

The heat flow entered the dantian without any delay and naturally merged into the existing vortex of qi within the dantian.

It's as if these powers were originally within his body, but after going out for a while, they returned to where they belonged.

The vortex within Zhou Ming's dantian began to split.

The original two cyclones were rotating independently, and with the continuous infusion of heat, a third cyclone condensed and formed between the two cyclones.

Then came the fourth, the fifth, and so on. The number of cyclones kept increasing, and with each additional one, Zhou Ming could feel the upper limit of the magical power that his dantian could hold expanding by another layer.

The surging heat finally stopped when the tenth cyclone had completely condensed.

He sat on the bed and slowly opened his eyes.

The morning light shone through the holes in the window paper; a whole night had already passed.

Zhou Ming tried to circulate the magical power within his body.

Ten cyclones spun simultaneously, and magical power surged and roared through his meridians, so fast that sparks almost flew.

Zhou Ming could sense that this power could no longer be described as "human".

This was not an illusion, even though he had no reference points, had never seen a martial artist above the Skin Refining Realm make a move, nor had he ever seen truly high-level cultivators fight.

But the power contained in the ten cyclones in the dantian is real.

He stretched out his right hand, his five fingers slowly clenched, and his knuckles cracked a series of sounds, which were crisper and more frequent than ever before, like a string of firecrackers exploding in a bamboo tube.

Zhou Ming had a feeling that if he threw this punch, he could shatter even a mountain into pieces.

Ten cyclones.

Based on my experience reading cultivation novels in my previous life, this should be the tenth level of Qi Refining.

Zhou Ming didn't know how many years it would take for a cultivator in this world to reach the tenth level of Qi Refining.

What rare and precious materials, what sect's inheritance, what heaven-defying opportunities are needed?

All he knew was that he had jumped from the second level of Qi Refining to the tenth level in just a few hours.

The cost is the number of broken causal chains, which can be several thousand.

Zhou Ming took a deep breath and focused his consciousness into the space between his eyebrows to examine the web of cause and effect.

Then he froze.

The causal network that once densely covered the entire area of ​​perception is now becoming sparse.

Except for the area that remained perfectly aligned and transformed from virtual to real on the same day, which remained almost unchanged, the causal chains in other areas became much sparser.

Those tens of thousands of causal chains that appeared on the same day still hung there steadily, like soldiers lined up for inspection, motionless.

But around them are earlier causal chains, scattered in various places, belonging to different propagators at different times.

Several thousand have broken off and disappeared, leaving behind numerous empty holes, like holes poked in a piece of white paper with a needle.

Someone killed several thousand cultivators.

Overnight.

Zhou Ming sat in the darkness, his back against the cold wall, and remained silent for a long time.

Logically, he should feel shocked, fearful, and angry.

Thousands of lives were lost just like that.

But as he sat there, he found that his biggest feeling was confusion.

To kill someone who cultivates the "Scripture of Salvation" like this, what terrifying power must the opponent possess?

Although they had only cultivated a trace of magical power, it was still far beyond what ordinary people could achieve.

Without hesitation or pause, he swiftly dispatched several thousand cultivators with the strength of the first level of Qi Refining.

This kind of efficiency and this kind of method should not be something that ordinary armies can achieve, right?

Zhou Ming didn't know how strong the individual strength of the army was; he was judging based on his shallow experience from his previous life.

Zhou Ming thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. Maybe the military power of this world is really strong.

It was almost dawn, and Zhou Ming had no intention of going back to sleep.

As usual, Liu Sandao came to the kitchen and served a bowl of steaming hot wontons with dried shrimp floating in the soup, a dish he had recently learned to make.

Yes, I learned it from Zhou Ming. Although Zhou Ming didn't know how to do it, he knew the general steps.

After telling the old chef, who had been doing this for half his life, Liu Sandao studied it and made it.

As long as the ingredients are not complicated, Liu Sandao's dishes can sometimes taste even better than what Zhou Ming ate in his previous life.

Zhou Ming took the bowl, ate it all in silence, and drank the last mouthful of soup.

After putting down his bowl, Zhou Ming began to wander around the kitchen and yard.

In the words of my past life, this is called "a hundred steps after a meal, and you'll live to ninety-nine."

Of course, with the "Scripture of Crossing the World," how could Zhou Ming be content to live only to ninety-nine?

He also wanted to live forever and become an immortal.

It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that Zhou Ming returned to the kitchen and, as usual, sat on the stool in the corner.

Lean against the wall, close your eyes, and let your consciousness sink into the space between your eyebrows.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes.

Somewhat incredulous, Zhou Ming glanced at the crowd who were all busy with their own things, and once again focused his consciousness into his brow.

Within one or two hours after he finished eating.

Or rather, in the short period of just over an hour since I visited the cause-and-effect website this morning.

The number of phantoms within the causal network increased by more than 100,000.

Not ten or twenty thousand, but a real number of more than one hundred thousand newborn phantoms.

They appeared simultaneously over an hour or two, and are now arranged in the newly added areas of the causal network, gradually solidifying from the virtual to the real at a visible speed, forming a chain.

Zhou Ming sat on the stool, watching these illusory images spread through the causal network like streams thawing in spring, already filling the gaps caused by the break last night, only not yet solidified.

What's going on?

Is someone spreading the "Scripture of Crossing the World" on a large scale again?

who can that be?

What is the purpose?

Zhou Ming felt that his understanding of this world was still too shallow.

He's no longer the helpless Zhou Ming he used to be; it's time for him to go out and explore.

Learn about this world to prepare for future missionary work.