I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

As Zhang Yi stepped forward, the test of the climbing ladder officially appeared in front of Zhang Yi.

And he will feel it personally, and finally turn it into a precious experience for truly facing this step when he breaks through the saint.

Step by step.

Zhang Yi stepped up the steps.

Just a few minutes passed.

Zhang Yi has crossed dozens of steps.

Then Zhang Yi's heart moved, and he looked up to the front.

At this time, in Zhang Yi's perception, the cyan ladder was trembling slightly, as if some changes were about to appear.

After a few breaths, Zhang Yi's eyes suddenly froze as he looked forward.

I saw the high stairs tremble suddenly, and then there was a cyan torrent slanting down the stairs.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the vibrating sound of the cyan stairs became more and more obvious, and Zhang Yi also heard the sound of surging water as if the roar of a flood.

That azure torrent was surging, and the waves swept through it, as if everything would be destroyed.

Zhang Yi's face suddenly became serious.

he knows,

Now comes the real test.

"The torrent of true essence composed of pure crystal clear true essence has an energy intensity comparable to that of Dzogchen!"

Zhang Yi quickly judged it.

If he fails to stop the success, then the consequences can be expected, he will be involved in the torrent, rolling down and finally being rushed out of the blue ladder.

And this also means that his path has come to an end.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi immediately stimulated the Zhenyuan Lake in his body that was already ready to go.

The waves hit the sky, and the surface of the lake was sparkling.

With Zhang Yi's thoughts, the true essence of the Great Perfection in the Heavenly Realm was instantly mobilized, and it turned into a transparent light shield in front of Zhang Yi, blocking the torrent of true essence that rushed down from the front.

And under his feet, there is also a surge of real energy at this time, which turns into a huge suction cup and firmly holds the ground.

"boom!"

The moment Zhang Yi completed this step, the cyan torrent formed by the gathering of high-intensity true essence rushed towards him.

I saw the torrent of true essence pouring down, hitting Zhang Yi's defensive barrier fiercely, causing the light shield to tremble crazily.

The impact at the moment of contact was so great that Zhang Yi's body was even slightly shaken, but he was firmly fixed by him in an instant.

"What a terrible resistance!"

Feeling the strength of the energy level in the torrent, Zhang Yi couldn't help expressing emotion.

If the martial artist is practicing the quick success method, and the quality of the true essence is not up to the standard, then it will be a matter of time before this level is passed.

Zhang Yi stabilized the situation, and the crystal-clear true essence kept gushing out from his body, resisting the test of the blue ladder.

"Got to keep climbing."

Now that he was prepared for its power, this thought flashed through Zhang Yi's mind.

Otherwise, he would have been standing still and resisting the torrent, even if Zhang Yi was a Dzogchen in the Heavenly Realm, his true energy reserves would be exhausted at times.

We have to hurry up and break through the level before the true essence is exhausted.

Zhang Yi stretched out his palm, using the sword intent to unify the true essence and gather it in his palm.

Gradually, the true energy in Zhang Yi's palm continued to gather, forming a small silver sword about Zhang Xu, from which an extremely astonishing sense of sharpness emanated.

The small silver sword hovered in front of Zhang Yi, blocking the impact of the pouring torrent.

At this time, when the blue torrent rushed to Zhang Yi, it was cut by the sharpness of the small silver sword, split into two in front of him, and flowed on both sides of his body.

Zhang Yi smiled slightly, holding a small silver sword in one hand, and stepped up the stairs step by step.

As time passed, Zhang Yi walked steadily, maintaining his forward speed, and he easily crossed hundreds of stairs.

And as he traveled farther and farther, the power of the cyan torrent also began to superimpose.

Gradually it reached a level that was unbearable for the Dzogchen in the ordinary celestial realm.

By this time, Zhang Yi had already climbed more than 400 steps. He looked forward, and his eyebrows froze for a moment.

On the stairs not far in front of him, there was a mysterious brand of dark blue floating in mid-air.

This mysterious brand exudes an incompatible smell. It seems that it is not from the same source as the blue ladder, but it has not been affected by the blue torrent.

"What's this?"

Zhang Yi couldn't help asking questions.

He kept walking, and continued to move forward. After walking a few dozen steps, he stepped onto the stairs where the mysterious brand was located.

At this time, he has reached the five hundred steps!

In an instant, a unique wave came, and some news poured into Zhang Yi's eyebrows from this mysterious brand, turning into a piece of detectable information.

And Zhang Yi's divine sense scanned the extra information, and gradually he had a clear understanding in his eyes.

It turned out that the information received by Zhang Yi was left by a warrior who was attracted here by the source when he broke through the saint.

This brand contains a variety of information, recording the various mysterious methods used by this warrior to climb the ladder.

In the end, he was defeated at the step where Zhang Yi was currently staying, and this imprint was retained.

"Could it be that this is the message left by warriors who are qualified to step on this blue ladder in the Star Realm since ancient times?"

"How far do they go on the stairs before they leave a mark on the same position?"

"No, it shouldn't be left by them themselves, but the blue ladder automatically recorded the results of their climbing."

Zhang Yi guessed in his heart, and then smiled.

"This is interesting. In this way, I can use this opportunity to learn about famous warriors in the long history of the star realm. In this way, my knowledge will be greatly expanded."

A layer of mist seemed to appear in Zhang Yi's mind, which flowed down the long river of time and buried the past, which was the history of the astral world that Zhang Yi did not understand.

But at this time, there seemed to be little lights appearing in the fog of time, illuminating part of history.

"Also, I can also rely on these brand marks to observe the various martial arts and methods used by the ancestors on the climbing ladder. In this way, it is of great benefit to me to be inclusive of all rivers..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi's eyes sparkled.

Then, he seemed to think of something, turned his head to look into the distance, and looked at the location of the middle-aged man.

"I don't know how many steps he has climbed here, is it possible to meet him?"

Zhang Yi suddenly thought of it, and then shook his head, feeling that it was impossible.

The strength of the other party is strong, but to be able to lead him into this place of origin in advance, this ability is very rare in the star world.

With the strength of the other party, it must be quite deep in the background of the Dzogchen in the Heavenly Realm.

And Zhang Yi is not in a complete state at present, compared with it, he is still a lot worse.

And the opponent is a warrior from the ancient times.

In that era, the star realm was prosperous to its peak, martial arts had also developed to a very high level, and the general strength of martial artists in the same realm was even better than the current star realm.

Zhang Yi estimated that the other party must have climbed more than 800 stairs, otherwise the difficulty of climbing the stairs would be far beyond his imagination.

When he saw that scene in Tianyuan Mountain Range, Zhang Yi knew that the other party was a dual-cultivator with the same cultivation base and physical body as him.

And both of them reached the level of saints before each other was alive.

At this time, Zhang Yi entered here ahead of time, and his cultivation base was not weak, but his physical strength and the prototype of the sword soul were probably far behind.

Just as he was thinking, Zhang Yi suddenly let out a light snort, realizing something was wrong.

At this moment, the information brought about by the imprint flashed through his mind very quickly, and he gradually became a little suspicious.

"Why does something feel wrong?"

"It's different from the information I got before."

Looking at this revolving scene, Zhang Yi couldn't help asking such questions.

He felt something was wrong.

In the owner of the brand he observed, when he climbed the ladder, the martial spirit released by himself was not particularly powerful.

Wuhun,

It is the realm that can only be touched after the martial artist's artistic conception is complete, and it is the embodiment of one's own martial arts will.

Once possessing a martial spirit, every move of a warrior will be blessed with the will of martial arts, and his own combat effectiveness will be improved by leaps and bounds.

Although Zhang Yi is still only the embryonic form of the sword soul, its power still surpasses the realm of perfect sword intent by a large margin.

But among the brand marks he observed, the other party did not show such a powerful martial soul.

Although the opponent successfully condensed the martial soul, its power was higher than that of Zhang Yi, but it did not reach a level beyond the limit, and there was a huge gap between the power of Zhang Yi's thinking after successfully condensing the sword soul.

The martial soul condensed by the other party is like a fake martial soul!

Lightning flickered in Zhang Yi's mind, and endless knowledge and thoughts collided in his mind every second, and he gradually had a clear understanding in his heart.

"Maybe I'm in a misunderstanding."

"In my system panel, the conditions for breaking through to a saint are the completion of the heavenly realm and the condensing of the martial soul."

"Before, I always thought that the conditions for a warrior to break through a saint are these two."

"But now it seems that the second option of condensing the martial soul may have some moisture."

"To condense the martial soul, if I compare my current prototype of the sword soul to one-tenth of the progress."

"Then it may not be necessary to reach 100% of the perfect state, but only need to wait for the sword soul to condense 30%, 40%, or even 50%, which means that the basic conditions are met, and you can try to formally break through the state..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi's eyes became brighter.

"No wonder, even if the Hua Jianzui I met before was at the top level of the heavenly realm, it was just the prototype of a martial soul like me."

"In this way, how strong can the rest of the star realm's top martial arts masters be?"

"It's probably only about two or three floors."

"If it is really based on condensing 100% of the martial soul as a basic condition, then obviously no one in the star world has the opportunity to break through to the saint."

"This is obviously a bit unreasonable."

Before Zhang Yi was limited by his thinking, he didn't know much about it, but at this moment, he felt that his guess was not too different.

The so-called condensed martial soul may not need to be fully condensed, but only needs to reach a certain stage before they can try to break through and become a saint.

At this time, after Zhang Yi changed his thinking, he looked at the image in the brand again, and immediately had a judgment.

"The power of the martial soul should be several times that of the prototype of my sword soul, and the progress of condensing the martial soul is about 40%, or even 50%..."

Then Zhang Yi glanced at the system properties column.

In the column of the prototype of the sword soul marked there, the practice points required to advance to the next stage are 30 million!

To know,

Even if Zhang Yi's cultivation has broken through from the early stage of the heavenly realm to the great perfection of the heavenly realm, it only cost thirteen million.

Now, to upgrade the prototype of the sword soul requires 30 million practice points, which is more than twice the sum required by the heavenly realm.

Even if Zhang Yi's cultivation speed has increased from 30,000 when he just broke through the heaven realm to the current 120,000, it still takes a full 250 years to accumulate.

Before Zhang Yi thought that the span of practice points was a bit too big.

But when Zhang Yi looked at it at this time, he had a new understanding, and when he thought of this result, he couldn't help being excited.

"After these 30 million practice points are put into the current prototype of the sword soul, it can't be a perfect sword soul that directly improves the prototype of the sword soul to 100%..."

Thinking of this answer, Zhang Yi couldn't help swallowing, feeling his heart beating fast.

According to the consistent style of the system's previous promotion, the high probability is not to increase the progress of the martial soul by 10% or 20%, but to truly completely transform the sword soul successfully!

Great perfection,

Perfect Martial Soul!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi couldn't help sighing.

"No wonder so many warriors fail when climbing."

"Perhaps, if you want to master the origin of the world, you need to cultivate, and the physical body and martial soul must be perfect."

"Although there are many fighters who have broken through to the saint, but at the moment, it seems that most of them are just half-concentrated martial souls..."

Zhang Yi has no doubts about whether he can really climb to the top.

The big deal is to rely on the system to accumulate for hundreds of years, and then break through the level at hand.

If this fails, there must be very few people in the entire endless time and space who can become the master of the world.

Thoughts flashed in his mind like lightning, Zhang Yi walked steadily forward again.

At this time, as Zhang Yi moved forward to reach the five hundred steps, the power of the blue torrent flowing down from the end of the stairs became more and more violent.

Like a mountain torrent avalanche, with sharp gravel rolling down from time to time.

The power contained in it, even Zhang Yi has to raise his spirits and treat it seriously.

"Different from the slow climbing difficulty of the previous 500 steps, the pressure we are facing now has shown a leapfrog increase, and the difficulty of this climbing has been raised to a higher level."

Zhang Yi just took a few steps forward, and he clearly felt the resistance to move forward.

No wonder he would encounter an imprint left by previous failures here.

For the Dzogchen warriors whose accumulation is at the lowest level and who have just met the conditions for breaking through to a saint, their limit is 500 steps.

Although Zhang Yi is a double-cultivator of the body and body, and has accumulated a lot, the current prototype of the sword soul is lagging behind, so he is not as smooth as he imagined.

"Gah, the cumulative distance of 500 steps is just the minimum requirement to break through the saint, how can I fall down here."

Zhang Yi gave a low drink.

The body trembled suddenly.

In addition to the sword intent and true energy, he used the power of the physical body again.

Suddenly, a breath as calm as a mountain emerged from him, causing the void to tremble, and he moved forward again.