Above the Immortal Cultivation

Infinite, countless, and impossible to measure.

The stars in the sky, all the creatures on the earth, all the sand in the desert, the raindrops falling from the sky from ancient times to the present, all added together, are just a hair on the body of Infinite.

Infinite, endless numbers, unimaginable quantities, any astronomical figure seems dim in front of it, it occupies the supreme peak of the level.

Wang Lu was immersed in the vast ocean of boundless magnitude. He seemed to have returned to the terrifying scene of the Guantian Tower in the Tianyun Secret Realm, which was transformed into a fish and swallowed by the vortex of stars; the touching and heart-wrenching scene when the real colorful Kujiang in the Kujiang Secret Realm obtained "Infinite" in the sky.

Swish, swish, swish, swish...

Countless characters, numbers, and symbols like heavenly books intertwined and merged and flew into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Magnificent, mighty, and straight in.

Wang Lu was completely trapped in it and couldn't extricate himself.

He had long forgotten the appointment with Xiqi Yinluanxuan in half a year. Even if he had prepared to remind himself with a needle, it was completely useless. He was like a wooden man without any feeling of pain.

His eyes shot out countless numbers and the mysteries of Wuliang.

Wang Lu was solemn and dignified, like a devout believer, accepting and absorbing the detailed explanation and analysis of the person who wrote "Wulian"...

The sun rises and the moon sets, spring goes and autumn comes.

The grass grows and withers again and again, the winter snow comes again and again, and the people who come here to train and pass through this mountain have changed batches.

Wang Lu is always consistent, stable, and motionless.

What moves is that his eyes are unconsciously shining for three to five months, one to two years, three to five years, or seven to eight years, and his breath accumulates and rises like a drop of water through a stone.

This aura is not the way of sword, the way of knife, the way of strength, the way of law, the way of talisman, or any of the three thousand great ways. Not only can he not explain it clearly, but anyone who sees it will be confused and at a loss.

Whack, Whack, Whack...

The years are long, like flowing water, never to return.

Three years, eight years, thirteen years, twenty years, thirty-five years, fifty-one years, sixty-four years, seventy-eight years, one day in ninety-five years, Wang Lu gently opened his blurred and hazy eyes.

He woke up.

"Woo oh..."

It seemed that he had not been able to move for a long time, and his body was a little stiff. He shouted loudly, turned his neck, shook his hands, and stretched his legs.

Hey, it's intact.

"What!"

When his eyes turned and his consciousness swept, he didn't know when Zi Jiu's aggrieved and fierce eyes stared at him, as if he wanted to cut him into pieces.

"Hehe..."

Wang Lu scratched his head in embarrassment. He had completely forgotten about this little ancestor. He counted with his fingers and found that it was a full ninety-five years.

Zi Jiu must have eaten all the spirit crystals. Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, he tore the spirit beast bag and ran out without saying anything.

Maybe he was still worried about him. In the end, he was disappointed. He was worried about nothing. Not only was he not injured at all, but he was also practicing happily and forgetting everything else.

There was no way. Zi Jiu endured his temper and waited patiently and patiently.

Finally, it waited, and he also waited for its murderous gaze.

"Ding!"

"Ouch!"

Wang Lu screamed and fell to the ground. His legs kicked on the ground and he spit out white foam from his mouth. He gulped a few times and then there was no movement.

"Squeak."

Zijiu screamed and came to him in an instant, and fluttered at him with two huge wings in panic...

Wang Lu pretended to be dead and enjoyed the gentle breeze.

Under normal circumstances, it would not be a breeze, but powerful wind blades all over the sky, and even he did not dare to take it head-on.

No, I can't pretend anymore. If I continue to pretend, Zijiu's two bright, magical and beautiful eyes will be so anxious that she will cry.

"Ah!"

Wang Lu rolled over and jumped up, and his hands gestured quickly, and a grass nest woven with six 100,000-year-old spiritual materials took shape.

Zijiu glared at him unhappily, and then flew into the nest happily, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for a long time, and his eyelids were fighting, and he fell into a deep sleep in less than a breath.

Seeing Zijiu fall asleep so quickly, I don't know why, a strong sense of fatigue came over me, and Wang Lu slowly fell to the ground, like Zijiu, and fell asleep quickly.

After ninety-five years of devoted research, deduction, contemplation, and practice, he was exhausted.

He was tired.