God Emperor

"The Tree Ancestor will definitely stay by the blood pool. With my current martial arts training, even if I rush out, I can't be its opponent."

"In that case, let's practice first and improve our strength. Once my mental power reaches level 42, it won't be too late to leave."

Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged at the bottom of the blood pool. A space barrier pushed the blood away, forming a small spherical space.

Putting the picture of the Divine Wood of Heaven and Earth on the ground, Zhang Ruochen stretched out his hands and slowly unfolded the picture.

The world on the scroll is vast, with strange mountains and surging rivers. Every flower and grass seems to contain infinite spirituality.

In particular, the sacred tree connecting the sky is vividly drawn with graceful strokes. It is both majestic and majestic, and also gives people a simple artistic conception of the vicissitudes of life.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out a palm and pressed it on the scroll, injecting the true energy in his body into it continuously.

"Wow——"

Gradually, some of the strokes on the scroll were activated by the true energy, emitting a dazzling light.

Those rays of light stung Zhang Ruochen's eyes, like a lightsaber flying up and piercing Zhang Ruochen's eyeballs.

As a last resort, Zhang Ruochen had to temporarily close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that the surrounding scene had changed dramatically.

At this time, he stood at the foot of a straight and steep black mountain. Compared with that mountain, his body seemed extremely small, like a speck of dust.

No, that's not a black mountain.

It was the trunk of a... huge ancient tree.

The ancient tree is so strong that at first glance it looks like a mountain peak, completely blocking people's sight.

Zhang Ruochen looked up.

I saw that the old tree was not very tall. The trunk passed through the clouds, and only some thick branches and huge leaves were revealed from the clouds.

A leaf is like a blue boat floating in the sky. If it falls, it may cover a hill.

The whole world is filled with rich spiritual energy.

"Could it be...could this be the legendary sacred tree that connects the sky?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Suddenly, a feeling of sleepiness came over him. Zhang Ruochen felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. His body softened and he sat under the tree, leaning half of his body on the trunk, and fell into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, Zhang Ruochen heard an old voice: "The harmony of heaven and earth is the birth of all things... The connection of yin and yang, the changes of the four seasons... The intersection of the sun and the moon, the cycle of reincarnation..."

"Who's talking?"

Zhang Ruochen tried his best to open his eyes, and his vision gradually became clear. Not far away, he saw an old man practicing sword skills.

There was something in his mouth.

However, Zhang Ruochen couldn't see clearly the old man's true form.

The old man's body was like a shadow, sometimes condensing and sometimes dispersing. Even the voice was intermittent, making it difficult to hear clearly. What on earth was he saying?

After a whole day of observation, Zhang Ruochen discovered that the old man's movement and sword skills were extremely mysterious, as if he was using his sword to tell some great truth between heaven and earth.

That principle is related to "time" and should be about the origin of time.

A moment, a moment, an hour, a day, a month, a season, a year, a period, a dollar.

It’s like the origin of space: Wuji gives birth to Tai Chi, Tai Chi gives birth to Liangyi, Liangyi gives birth to Four Symbols, and Four Symbols give birth to Bagua.

The origin of time also comes from nothing: a moment gives birth to eight quarters, eight quarters gives birth to twelve o'clock, twelve o'clock gives birth to three hundred and sixty-five days, and then twelve months, four seasons, fleeting years, and sixty-five years. Shengyuanhui.

The nine scales of time: moment, moment, hour, day, month, season, year, Jiazi, and Yuanhui.

At this time, the swordsmanship practiced by the old man seemed to be the birth process of time. Every move and style is full of mystery, giving people a sense of profoundness and vastness.

"If you want to cultivate the Sword of Time, you must first capture the mark of time. A mark is a moment."

The old man chanted, stepping on his steps and swinging his sword.

However, his sword had no shadow, it was like a ray of light, frighteningly fast.

"The first sword of time leaves no trace in an instant."

"The second sword of the Sword of Time, the eight changes of the scale."

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"The fourth sword of the Sword of Time, the cycle of reincarnation."

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"The Sixth Sword of Time, the alternation of seasons."

"The Seventh Sword of Time, the Light of Time."

Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes hard, but he could only see the first sword of the Time Sword Technique, "Jian Mo Wuhen". There were some clues about the seemingly traceless sword technique.

The sword skills that followed were so unpredictable and contained infinite laws of heaven. It made Zhang Ruochen's scalp explode, but nothing could be seen.

Those sword techniques are too mysterious. If Zhang Ruochen forced himself to study them, he would probably have a mental breakdown.

In the final analysis, Zhang Ruochen's mental power was still too weak.

In this case, let's first practice the first sword of the Sword of Time, Moment without Trace.

Zhang Ruochen wanted to summon the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword, but found that his hands were empty, not to mention the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword, not even the storage ring.

Since there is no sword in the hand, use the hand as the sword.

Zhang Ruochen put his index finger and middle finger together, straightened his arm, and followed the old man's technique, stepping on his feet and performing sword skills at the same time.

After practicing for nine days, Zhang Ruochen didn't know how many times he had used the sword and practiced it many times, and he had learned the old man's steps and sword moves to a perfect level.

Zhang Ruochen felt that his level of swordsmanship had improved a lot. However, he still did not display the essence of "Instant Traceless", and only learned the superficial sword moves.

Because when he slashed out with his sword, there were still traces, and he had not reached the realm of being traceless.

"Based on my current level of swordsmanship, I'm afraid I've reached the intermediate level where the sword's heart is clear, but I can't learn a single sword move?"

Zhang Ruochen stopped, feeling quite troubled and confused.

At this moment, the old man's voice sounded again: "If you want to build the Sword of Time, you must first capture the mark of time. A mark is a moment."

"A mark is a moment."

Zhang Ruochen muttered to himself. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had realized something.

According to the records in the "Secret Code of Time and Space", space has space inscriptions, and time has time imprints.

Space inscriptions can be stacked to form an independent space world.

Time stamps can be gathered into a long river of time.

"I understand! The first sword of the Sword of Time, Moment Wuhen, refers to the understanding of the 'moment' in the time scale."

"What is a moment? A time mark is a moment."

"Only by capturing a time mark and integrating it into the swordsmanship can the instant tracelessness be truly displayed."

Where is the time stamp?

Time stamps are everywhere. The key lies in whether you can control them and use them for your own use.

Zhang Ruochen stopped, closed his eyes, and began to recall the description of "time stamps" in the "Secret Code of Time and Space".

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If someone sneaks into the bottom of the blood pool at this time, they will see Zhang Ruochen sitting cross-legged in a circle air mask with his eyes closed. One of his hands is pressed on a picture scroll, and the other hand is holding a sword. , gesticulating non-stop.

His brows sometimes relaxed and sometimes frowned.

Just when he understood the sword technique, a martial spirit rushed out from above his head and was suspended in the blood.

That martial spirit looked very sacred, like a divine shadow, absorbing the power of the sacrifice in the blood pool.

It was the "False God Body" that Zhang Ruochen had successfully cultivated long ago.

The body of a false god allows the martial soul to transform into a false god, absorb the power of sacrifices, and transform it into one's own cultivation.

However, at this time, Zhang Ruochen spent all his energy on understanding the sword moves. Unknown to him, the martial soul felt the power of the sacrifice and automatically flew out of the body to absorb that power.

The power of the sacrifice enters the martial soul, and is transferred from the martial soul into the body, turning into a huge stream of true energy that circulates rapidly in the meridians.

"boom!"

Driven by the power of the sacrifice, Zhang Ruochen's martial arts realm rapidly improved, and he soon broke through the realm and reached the perfection of the Tianji realm.