This endless world

"Here, your teleportation machine."

After bidding farewell to Zheng Zha and settling everyone in the Zhongzhou team, including Tian Ting, into the Qionghua faction's dormitory, Yang Yun held the mobile phone that Chu Xuan asked Zheng Zha to give to him...or a telegraph machine, and typed Sima Chenfeng's door rang.

After entering the main god space, I was in disbelief at first, but after seeing the real world of Xianxia, ​​my eyes were filled with light. During the more than ten days in Wuyue Temple, I tried to learn from the senior people around me who had entered the Central Continent team first, but... Compared with Tian Ting, a newcomer who gave up because his willpower was not strong enough and wanted to return to the main god space to redeem his powerful bloodline, Sima Chenfeng was a little too quiet in the Qionghua sect during this period.

Just like other disciples of the Qionghua Sect, Sima Chenfeng's daily life is full of regularity and tranquility. His morning begins with morning practice, and then he will devote himself to the practice of swordsmanship and immortality. Most of the time he will meditate and practice. As for the lectures given by the two elders Qingyang and Shigeguang, he will not miss every lecture...

Although Sima Chenfeng attracted some attention as a cultivator when he first arrived in Chenzhou, he seemed to have suddenly fallen silent after seeing the strength of Yang Yun and others.

This young man's integration into the world of Sword and Fairy is so natural, just like an ordinary Qionghua disciple. If it weren't for the Lord God watch on his wrist, no one would regard him as a member of the Samsara Team. .

Perhaps, this was Sima Chenfeng's original life. Because this young man is not from the world of the 21st century, but was born in a world of immortality that is very similar to the world of Legend of Sword and Fairy.

Sima Chenfeng's eyes slowly lifted from the page and fell on Yang Yun who gently opened the door and entered. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he immediately took the telegraph machine handed over by Yang Yun.

The young man's movements were extremely cautious, as if he was afraid that even the slightest vibration would cause damage to him. He first checked carefully and confirmed that both the appearance and the internal structure of the communication machine were not damaged. Sima Chenfeng was relieved. Come, with a relaxed smile on his face.

"Fortunately, there was no problem...Thank you very much, captain." Sima Chenfeng's voice revealed his sincere gratitude, and his smile was filled with a hint of relief, as if he had just relieved a heavy worry, and for Yang Yun's The title changed quietly at some point.

"Well, Chu Xuan is very measured and will not mess with your things."

Yang Yun waved his hand nonchalantly and sat on the chair opposite Sima Chenfeng: "How have you been during this time? Are you still getting used to it?"

"It doesn't feel much different from my previous life."

Hearing this, Sima Chenfeng smiled, raised the book in his hand and replied: "As always, polish your true energy, practice exercises and spells step by step... This is what I have been doing before, it's boring, right? ?But this is cultivation."

Yang Yun's eyes lingered on Sima Chenfeng's desk for a moment. What was piled on top of it were the Qionghua Sect's secret books and magical teachings. You could tell at a glance that they had been carefully selected.

"After all, it takes time to accumulate true energy..." Yang Yun said with a hint of curiosity in his tone: "However, it seems that you are particularly interested in the system of cultivating immortals in this world."

Yang Yun glanced at the two stacks of books, which were the materials that Sima Chenfeng was immersed in studying: "Is there anything in particular that interests you?"

"Learn from the strengths of other families and don't stick to your own laurels. This is one of the rules of my Qingyu Sect."

There was a touch of confidence and insight in Sima Chenfeng's smile, and his eyes revealed his respect and desire for the world's cultivation system. He said softly, and every word seemed full of weight: "And the cultivation methods in this world are indeed far superior to the cultivation system in my original world in terms of depth and breadth."

He paused and continued to add with a sigh: "It is indeed a world where gods and demons actually exist, and mortals can ascend to immortality. It is completely different from the energy level of my previous world."

"Then, would you mind telling me about the world you lived in before entering the Lord God's Space?"

Yang Yun smiled and changed the topic without leaving any trace: "After all, since you can enter the main god space, it is because you have something in your heart... That sentence 'Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?' It’s not an empty talk. To tell you the truth, this is how each of us entered.”

"Well, I understand, this is the barrier of knowledge and vision that may appear at any time in the process of cultivation, or it can be said that the 'inner demon'."

Sima Chenfeng smiled, but did not take Yang Yun's words to heart, but said openly: "If I really have any reason to enter the main god space, it may be the fear of death."

"Fear of death?" Yang Yun seemed a little curious: "Tell me more about it?"

"Actually, there's nothing to say. It's just that the manpower is limited."

Seeing that Yang Yun looked very interested in this topic, Sima Chenfeng sighed: "The energy level of the plane I am in is not high. Although according to the records in the sect's collection of books, in ancient times it was a prosperous age of cultivation, and various sects in the world Occasionally, an immortal successfully ascends to the upper world.”

"But for some reason, the world was in turmoil 18,000 years ago. After that, there was no way to connect with the heavens, and the connection with the upper world was almost severed."

As he spoke, Sima Chenfeng raised the book in his hand: "The orthodox path of cultivation has been lost in the dust of history. Even among the geniuses, there is not a single cultivation seed in the world, and no one has successfully ascended..."

"Is it necessary to follow the orthodox path of cultivation?" Yang Yun asked: "Are there no other methods of cultivation that can lead to successful ascension?"

"It's different. Orthodox cultivation is the most powerful and exquisite extraordinary path in the world."

Sima Chenfeng's eyes shone with endless awe and perseverance for the way of cultivation, and his voice was full of unwavering faith. "Investigating the origin of heaven and earth, studying the rules of the universe, in addition to all other ways of cultivation, no matter how gorgeous and exquisite they are, they are ultimately difficult to compare with orthodox cultivation..."

When he said this, Yang Yun could clearly see that there seemed to be some kind of light and unswerving determination in Sima Chenfeng's eyes. But the next second, the light in the man's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he sighed heavily: "Unfortunately, the road ahead is over and it is difficult to continue."

"...Cultivation may be powerful, but it is not everything."

Seeing that Sima Chenfeng looked like he didn't want to talk anymore, Yang Yun stood up and left, leaving only a few words.

"If you can return to the main god's space, we can talk about it then."

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"Speaking of returning to the main god's space... I still trust what I can get my hands on more than the painted cakes in the future."

At nightfall, under the candlelight, Sima Chenfeng put his hand on the screen of the communication machine in an almost murmuring tone.

As the dark screen gradually brightened, it reflected on his face, making the young man's originally peaceful face look a little eerie.

"It is not a kind of spiritual cultivation, it is not a spiritual method of refining the false and turning it into the real. There is only cultivation, orthodox cultivation..."

"That's how you cultivate to be true."

Following Sima Chenfeng's whisper, a positioning button on the communication machine that could only be displayed when his own soul was activated was pressed heavily by him. (End of chapter)