Psychics don't die from gunfire

"No matter how many times I see it, I'm still amazed."

Looking around at the surrounding scene, Song Shi said softly.

With him as the center, countless stars dotted this quiet and boundless sky. No star had the same light. The stars transformed after the death of these "psykers" who set foot on the Great Source in the past gathered together to form This magnificent starry sky.

They hang quietly, watching the fellow travelers who will embark on the same road in the future.

When the mind sinks into the sea of ​​​​mind and the psychic opens his eyes again, he will appear here.

This is the [Path].

To be more precise, this is the path of [Dayuan].

Finally seeing enough of this scene, Song Shi withdrew his gaze and took stock of his situation.

Compared with the last time I entered, my position in the first ring area of ​​the road has obviously improved a lot this time.

At the end of the entire road, stands a huge door with an indiscernible material - this is the door from the first ring, [Awakening] to the second ring, [Mastery]. If you want to advance to the second ring, you must push this door open. Door leaf.

But this is still far from Song Shi.

If you look down from the sky, you can clearly see that Song Shi is currently in the middle of the road, still half way to the huge door ahead.

"Well, it's about the same as I estimate."

Seeing this, Song Shi nodded slightly.

Although theoretically I am still halfway to the "second ring", the actual situation is not calculated like this.

[Forging Flame], [Returning to Floods], and [Accommodation], three psychic skills have been engraved on him. Therefore, the rest of the journey is just a simple accumulation process.

Accumulate spiritual energy to your upper limit through "meditation" and other methods, improve your adaptability to spiritual energy, and improve your mastery of spiritual energy——

This is pure water grinding kung fu. Even he can only "speed up" but cannot "skip". Moreover, even if he can, Song Shi will not skip this basic skill of a psychic.

Without a solid enough foundation, how can it sustain its future tall buildings?

As for "opening the door", the biggest problem in theoretical promotion.

Song Shi didn't want to say something too rude.

so.

The only problem with promoting yourself to the second level, [Mastery], is the time required for accumulation and polishing - if nothing else happens, it will be completed within two months at the latest.

Putting away these thoughts, Song Shi slowly raised his head.

Above him, he saw a ball of fluorescence floating quietly. It seemed like an illusion. This ball of fluorescence had a faint burning sensation.

This is the real reason why Song Shi entered here.

When the ritual·[Blood with Fire] was completed and the constraints of the oath disappeared, a feeling suddenly emerged from his heart, calling Song Shi to quickly enter the path.

"It actually appeared. An extra gift from the road."

Song Shi couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, as expected of me."

The moment he saw this fluorescent light, Song Shi fully understood the cause and effect.

The content of the ritual [Blood and Fire] is that you make an oath to "offer a sufficient portion of the enemy" before the nineteenth sunrise in exchange for "a more powerful spiritual skill upon awakening."

If one breaks the oath, one will be punished by "burning the five internal organs with fire".

Theoretically, when he burns Kenge with the flames of forging, the oath ends here, and the two are not indebted to each other - it is precisely because of "dedicating himself to the road" that most of Kenge's body is reduced to ashes.

As for the current scene.

To put it simply, it means that Dayuan Daotu is very satisfied with his behavior, so he gives extra gifts without paying any price.

"But, is this "extra gift" really random? Or does it really depend on Daotu's mood?"

But at this moment, Song Shi did not rush to light up the light ball, but looked at the brilliant starry sky in the sky and couldn't help but speak.

The young man's expression was a little subtle.

For me, the matter of Kenge is "somewhat difficult but not too difficult". I originally thought that the road would not provide additional gifts.

"Not to mention every single one of the rituals I performed before, nearly one-third were more difficult and better than this one, right?" Song Shi's tone was speechless: "You were quite stingy at that time. It’s quite generous to reply?”

"Well, it's better than nothing." Song Shi sighed and chose to reach out and touch the light ball.

[Strengthen the effect of a currently held psychic skill]

"Then I must choose "Forging Flame". Uh-huh, are there any restrictions? The strength of high-level psychic skills is too high, so you won't be allowed to choose?"

"Okay, then 'accommodate'."

[On the basis of the original "accommodation" effect, the current upper limit of psychic energy is increased by one-fifth again]

At the moment of contact, the light group silently disintegrated, and countless dust-like fluorescence rushed toward Song Shi.

"Well, it's not bad."

While feeling his own changes, Song Shi made an evaluation.

If you encounter this extra gift in the fourth ring, [Sublimation], it will increase the current spiritual power limit by one-fifth. This is definitely an unimaginable and unpretentious powerful ability. But if you encounter it in the first ring, there will only be one "Not too bad" review.

——Of course, a mere [Blood and Fire] ritual cannot achieve that level of gift.

It's done.

So, after taking one last glance at the road, Song Shi closed his eyes.

When it opened again, it had returned to reality.

It's still a low-rent hotel.

The skin is severely aged, the circuit lines are exposed in the walls, and the bed creaks when you sit on it.

The air always lingers with the smell of sugar and nicotine, as well as the dusty syringes and condoms that were stuffed under the bed at some point.

Song Shi got out of bed, walked quickly to the window sill, and pulled open the curtains.

The dizzy sunlight poured into the cheap single room of this old hotel, trying to dispel the gloomy atmosphere that had been lingering all day.

But perhaps because of the original design, the lighting of the entire room was extremely unsatisfactory. Even though Song Shi had pulled the curtains to the maximum, the sunlight was still limited to him standing at the window and a small area around him, and most of the room was still dark.

"Tsk"

Song Shi tsk lightly, and just as he was about to light the casting flame directly, a communication prompt suddenly lit up from his retina.

[Caller: Jaredon]

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

"——He Yue."

On the other end of the video call, Jaredon's face was gloomy. He stretched out his thick knuckles that had long been replaced with mechanical ones, and pointed at the young man:

"It's been more than a week. Why hasn't the work information column in your personal file been updated?"

The man's artificial eyes lit up with a threatening red light, and his voice was like a cannibal: "Where is your job? Without a job as a credit guarantee, what can you use to borrow money from the bank, and what can you use to pay us back?"

He stood up, his whole body made a creaking sound, and he stepped closer to the camera step by step. His fierce face almost occupied the entire video call interface.

"Or did you not look for a job at all? You just took our loan and planned to enjoy it before you die?!"