I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

In the ancient pavilion, after Tao Ye reminded him, seeing Zhang Yi's calm and composed reaction, his heart moved and he knew Zhang Yi's choice.

"As expected of a person who ascended from the lower realms. He has never seen such a big storm. His mind must have been sharpened like a rock in the sea. After being hit by thousands of waves, he still remains motionless. I am saying too much."

Tao Ye thought in his heart, so he stopped talking, and then the two changed the topic quite tacitly.

Time passed gradually, and the day went from east to west, and the two were congenial, and dusk was approaching, and at this time, Zhang Yi said his farewell, turned and left.

"Master Princess."

It wasn't until Zhang Yi's figure disappeared that Saint Qian Ze approached, clasped his fists and said in a low voice.

"Sure enough, as I expected, even if he breaks through to the fourth-level heavenly saint, this brother Zhang Yi is still in a high state of mind. His goal is to go straight to the higher realm of martial arts. He has no interest in becoming a princess and stopping to practice steadily."

"This kind of people who are devoted to martial arts, if their future achievements don't die halfway, they must have a bright future, and they are not the same as us."

"We just need to make friends with him."

Tao Ye stared at Zhang Yi's back, and said to himself as if speaking to himself.

On the other side, after Zhang Yi bid farewell to Princess Taoye, he flew across the void and headed for Yifeng Stone Mansion.

On the way, his eyes were calm, concentrating on what Tao Ye had just said to him.

"It turns out that after becoming a Fourth Heavenly Saint, there is still such an arrangement, either to take charge of a county, or to stay behind in Jianshan. With this system, the twenty-eight counties of Wenjianshan can be stabilized."

"Just choose the latter and become the lord of a county. Of course, you can get the martial arts resources in the county and get rid of many disputes, but the potential is not as good."

"After all, no matter how good a county is, how can it be comparable to the martial arts resources possessed by Jianshan in the core area? The two are not at the same level at all."

"Those who are brave and diligent, those who are ambitious, should stay in the sword mountain, win in the fierce competition, and climb to a higher level of martial arts, instead of going away and living in a county."

Zhang Yi couldn't help thinking.

Just like this martial arts event, the scale is so grand that dozens of saints participated in it, and there are also dozens of saints entering the second round of the arena.

Wenjianshan was able to give out so many rewards at one time, satisfying everyone, and it can be seen from the depth of its background.

If it is in a county, there is absolutely no such chance.

And Zhang Yi is not afraid of competition, given him time, who can compare to him?

He is in Jianshan, just like a fish in water.

"As for what Tao Ye said, it may be possible for the other seven top forces to be involved."

"After all, I made a big splash in the Martial Arts Festival, and I was the first to break into the realm of the fourth heaven. Even if I look at the entire violent sea area, I am afraid that I am also the first echelon. The realm is at the top of the elite saints."

"The eight top forces are hostile to each other, and even somewhat incompatible. It is possible to be targeted by them."

"It is naturally safe in Jianshan Mountain, but if you leave the border of Wenjian Mountain, there may be problems..."

Zhang Yi thought, but a smile appeared on his face.

"If there are dark minions coming looking for the breath, they should be slaughtered. I am not a kind and benevolent person."

As a man in the star realm, Zhang Yizi will not have any fear, and he has the confidence to meet challenges from all sides.

After all, the masters of all forces in the violent sea area are, at best, only the seventh heavenly saints.

...

Zhang Yi's figure flitted across the back of the space, and he moved forward at a high speed, rushing to Yifeng's stone mansion.

This time on the way home, there were no other mistakes, and after only a few days, he returned to the mansion smoothly.

After resting for a while, Zhang Yi retreated directly and came to the secret cultivation room.

Immediately, Zhang Yi sat cross-legged, his spiritual thoughts reaching out to the aftermath of the rules left in his mind.

That is the dao pattern in the process of casting the Star God Sword Art captured by his insightful eyes, and it is the essence of the rules!

Rules are everywhere, as big as the vastness of time and space, the sun, moon and stars, as small as rivers falling from high mountains, and vegetation growing, all of which have rules embedded in them.

But even if the rules are everywhere, it is still extremely difficult to comprehend them.

Even for saints who have stepped into the fifth realm, it is still difficult to explore the rules.

It often takes a flash of inspiration and some special opportunity to get a glimpse of it, but even so, it is of great benefit to the saint.

But at this time, in Zhang Yi's mind, there are substantial aftermaths of rules that can be analyzed and observed by people. This is a great chance!

What's more, there is a little profound meaning of the seventh heaven domain contained in it.

All of these are extremely rare for Zhang Yi in the early days of the Fourth Heaven. If he can comprehend, even if it is only part of it, he will benefit a lot.

But even if he has just stepped into the realm of the fourth heaven, his understanding of martial arts is not bad at all, even surpassing that of martial artists in the same realm.

After all, for a normal fourth-level heavenly saint, there is a difference of three realms, and the rules and mysteries displayed by the Star God Sword Art should have no chance.

Only Zhang Yi, who has insight, can forcefully seize this opportunity.

And this also dried up his spiritual power comparable to that of the peak of the Four Heavens, almost draining him completely.

But looking back now, it was all worth it.

He tried his best to grab the maximum benefit he could get.

At this time, Zhang Yi sat cross-legged, calmed down, and officially began to analyze and comprehend.

He wants to integrate the true meaning of martial arts contained in the aftermath of the rules into his own martial arts, and become a part of the foundation of the sword.

At the same time, the Taixuan Sword Sutra in his body was also slowly circulating, constantly pulling the aura of heaven and earth around him, transforming it into strands of true essence, filling the emptiness of the true essence ocean.

After all, strictly speaking, it has been less than a year since Zhang Yi advanced to the fourth level of Heavenly Saint.

The true essence ocean in his body expanded a lot to the void when he broke the boundary, but the total amount of true essence inside was still not full, and needed to be replenished continuously until it reached a limit.

Just like that, Zhang Yi entered a state of retreat.

While comprehending the aftermath of the rules in his mind, he tried to practice the top supernatural power of the Star God Sword Art, while operating the Taixuan Sword Art independently, filling the ocean of true energy.

Soon, his mind entered a mysterious state, and the extremely thick aura around his body turned into a white mist to cover his tracks.

A few years passed quietly.

...

Spring goes and autumn comes, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

The Martial Arts Festival, which was once huge and powerful, was no longer watched by people with the passage of time.

Only occasionally when someone mentions it, people will think of Zhang Yi who performed well among them, Swift Sword Ziqing, dark horse Sun Feng and others.

And at this time, more than five years have passed, most of the elite saints have retreated back and forth, and began to attack the realm of the fourth heaven.

It's just a pity that in these years, among the elite saints, apart from Zhang Yi, no one has been promoted to the fourth heaven.

Obviously, even if the elite saints have a profound background and far surpass the warriors of the same realm, five years is far from enough to truly break through the level, and they still need time.

...

Yifeng Stone Mansion, the place where Zhang Yi retreated.

Five years have passed. At this time, the grass outside the cultivation secret room is nourished by spiritual energy and no one has repaired it. It is already as tall as a calf and is growing gratifyingly.

Even the few spiritual trees planted farther away were even thicker, and even the three of them couldn't embrace each other.

Even the stone door of the secret room where Zhang Yi was located had accumulated some dust over time.

"Buzz!"

Another spring came, and in the sixth year, there was finally a change from the cultivation secret room.

Visible to the naked eye, strands of black mist floated, jumped over the barrier of the formation, and overflowed from the edge of the stone gate.

Immediately, the black mist spread and continued to spread until it covered the entire Yifeng Stone Mansion.

At this moment, even the sunlight cast by the high-altitude sun seems to be covered and cannot be seen.

It was clearly in the morning at this time, but in Yifeng Stone Mansion, it seemed that night had fallen, it was so dark that people couldn't see their fingers.

Even if a saint is here, his divine thoughts and perceptions will be suppressed, just like ordinary mortals, it is difficult to distinguish the direction in the night, and thus he will be obliterated silently.

"well."

Suddenly, from somewhere in the Yifeng Stone Mansion shrouded in darkness, there was a sigh, which seemed a little dissatisfied, and then the voice continued to spread.

"There is form but no intention, and there is a lack of change."

"It seems that the night is coming, but it's just a cover-up. It's like a fantasy in a dream. Once someone notices it and wakes up, it will have no effect at all."

In the secret training room, Zhang Yi had stood up at some point.

He stood in a dark area, his eyes were calm and deep, and he commented indifferently as he watched the Night Trace that he performed.

And the next moment, the night faded away, and the high-altitude sun shone again.

"I've comprehended the first form of the Star God Sword Art, but I'm still short of the last step, lacking the source of the night."

"And this is the condition for the completion of the first formula, otherwise, there will be flaws."

Rely on the talent that has been baptized by the origin of the world, and then use the eyes of insight to capture the true meaning of the Star God Sword Art with your own eyes.

The superposition of the two made Zhang Yi comprehend the first form of this top supernatural power after only five years of retreat.

This speed is extremely astonishing.

You know, the lifespan of middle-level saints has been greatly increased, reaching a full six thousand years.

However, if a normal saint wants to practice a secret technique of the supernatural level, it will take at least tens or hundreds of years before he can barely get started.

As for perfect mastery, it will take hundreds or even thousands of years.

But Zhang Yi only spent six years!

At this time, he only needs one dao pattern that blends into the source of the night, and he can really put the finishing touch on it, endowing it with regular changes, making the pattern of disappearing in the night perfect.

But even now, the power of the first form of the Star God Sword Art is extremely terrifying.

By means of this, Zhang Yi at this time is confident that he is not weak at the level of supernatural powers, and is even better than the saints in the same realm.

After all, the Star God Sword Art is a top-level supernatural power!

You must know that even if ordinary fourth-layer heavenly saints practice supernatural powers, they are mostly low-level and intermediate-level. Even elite saints like Zi Qing are only high-level supernatural powers at the end.

Although Zhang Yi had regrets at this time, he felt that the first form of Hiding in the Night was not so perfect and had some flaws.

But compared to the saints in the same realm, this first form is already extremely difficult.

After all, others don't have the eyes of insight, and it's not so easy to detect the flaws in magical powers.

"That's all."

"This top-notch swordsmanship is enough to accompany me through the entire middle-level saint, that is, the period from the fourth heaven to the sixth heaven."

"At this time, I have just stepped into the early stage of the Fourth Heaven, so there is no need to be too eager to comprehend the Star God Sword Art."

"At present, the first form of night concealment is complete, and it is enough to cope with the current situation."

"Remember, at any moment, your own cultivation is the number one, and you should not be too obsessed with supernatural powers and blindly pursue combat power."

Zhang Yi whispered in his heart, and then he smiled.

"Furthermore, in the past six years, in addition to comprehending the Star God Sword Art, borrowing the lingering rhyme of the rules, in a flash of inspiration, it has raised the cloud transformation supernatural power to the perfect state, which is an unexpected harvest."

"It's like planting flowers intentionally but not blooming, but planting willows and willows unintentionally to make shade."

"Besides, at this time, under the spiritual energy transformed by the Taixuan Sword over many years, the ocean of true essence has finally been filled, and I have the reality of the four heavens."

Zhang Yi murmured in his heart, and with a thought, the phantom of the ocean of true essence emerged behind him.

During the ebb and flow of the tide, there is ample energy stirring in the ocean, and the sea surface is even more crystal-clear, with tiny particles of true essence rippling.

At this time, Zhang Yi was full of real energy, and his spirit was even more transcendent. After six years of retreat, he has completely established his foothold, and there is no longer any shortcoming!

"The retreat is over for the time being, next, it's time to meet Qi Daolin."

Zhang Yi's mind moved, and all the power and power were immediately stored in his body without showing the slightest, just like a mortal.

Immediately after he raised his hand, the stone door of the training secret room suddenly rumbled up, and the sun shone in, but he walked steadily out of the secret room, letting the sun shine on his shoulders.

...

"Is it the beginning of spring again?"

"Since stepping into the path of warriors, my concept of time has been a little fuzzy."

"And with the ascent to the main world and the practice of the saint realm, this situation is even better than before."

Zhang Yi looked to the outside world, and saw the pleasing vegetation and flowers blooming among the branches and leaves, he was suddenly in a daze.

Obviously this time it was only closed for six years, but for some reason, Zhang Yi felt a little emotional.

Is it touching the scene deeply, or remembering something?

Zhang Yi didn't know, he just chose to stop and watch, and his mind gradually calmed down.

After a while, Zhang Yi's eyes were clear, and the entangled thoughts in his heart dissipated, and he took out the small lotus sword, and sent a message to Qi Daolin.

After only a few tens of breaths, he received a reply.

"It seems that Qi Daolin has already digested the resources bestowed by the Martial Dao Grand Meeting, otherwise he must still be in retreat now, and he would not reply so quickly."

"Alright, so I don't have to wait."

Zhang Yi said calmly, then flew away, rushing to the place he had just agreed with Qi Daolin.

"By the way, I have to find someone to repair Yifeng Stone Mansion in the future."

The words spread in the void, and Zhang Yi's figure had disappeared.