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    Wu Xie quickly returned to the inn, regardless of whether Wu Cheng arrived at the crossroads or not, he took out the perception stone of the Concentration Technique, took out a gentle breath, and immersed his consciousness into the perception stone.  There was a familiar sucking sound coming from the Enlightenment Stone, and Wuxie's eyes became darker and darker, and finally fell into darkness.  It was endless blackness, like the bottom of an abyss, with no sound, no light, and total silence.  "What kind of realization is this?" He frowned slightly, a little confused.  In his previous life, Wuxie had used a similar enlightenment stone, but he had not experienced such a scene. The darkness around him now made him feel a little strange.  "It seems that the person who made this Enlightenment Stone experienced such a scene when he suddenly realized the Concentration Technique." Wuxie murmured to himself.  The production of Enlightenment is entirely taken from the memory of the producer. The scene when he learned the spell will be retained, and the monk who uses the Enlightenment Stone can quickly achieve the effect of learning through forced indoctrination.  "It's just that many monks use enlightenment stones to learn spells, and few achieve enlightenment on their own. Therefore, the scenes of many enlightenment stones are the same and there is nothing surprising about them.  But this is obviously not the case now. The monk who made this enlightenment stone learned the magic through sudden enlightenment. It can be said to be a deep coincidence and a deep fortune.  "It's a pity that the scene in front of me can't be determined where it is, at least Wuxie has never seen it. This is not a dark prison where no daylight can be seen, nor is it a late-night wilderness covered by dark clouds.  Because it¡¯s too quiet, so quiet that it¡¯s scary.  "I can't see anything, I can't hear anything, and Wuxie is in a state of enlightenment now. He can't move, and his consciousness can't be released. He's like a living dead, standing there blankly.  The darkness swallows everything, as if it is a huge black hole. Once you enter, you will never be able to get out, and you will be trapped in the darkness forever.  At this moment, an invisible gust of wind hit Wu Xie's body. It was a little icey, a little cold, but very gentle. Wu Xie didn't pay attention at first, but then his pupils shrank sharply and he realized that there was no spiritual power in his body.  !  It was just blown away by the wind!  Wu Xie was a little stunned by the sudden situation, and he frowned in confusion.  In the scene of enlightenment, the monk can feel his own spiritual power, but he cannot mobilize it, because the scene in front of him is a memory, and everything comes from the producer's feelings at that time, including the disappearance of spiritual power, which is his feeling.  Suddenly, Wuxie moved. He felt that the body had resumed movement. Of course, it was not him who moved, but the producer.  The producer was very curious and panicked and walked around himself. He could not see or hear anything in the darkness. Occasionally, a cold wind would hit him, but he could not hear the wind at all.  He didn¡¯t dare to go any further. He didn¡¯t know what was in the darkness, so he sat cross-legged on the ground, trying to regain some spiritual power.  As a result, he was shocked to find that there was no aura around him.  At this moment, he was afraid.  Without spiritual energy, monks would be no different from mortals. They would not be able to fly, cast spells, or activate magic weapons.  Of course, the most terrifying thing is that without spiritual power to support the body's consumption, he will be hungry, thirsty, and exhausted and all of this indicates that he will die!  It is not death of old age at the end of life.  It means starvation or thirst.  A monk actually died of hunger and thirst!  How frustrating this must be.  Of course he didn¡¯t feel aggrieved, the darkness around him frightened him.  He looked at the endless darkness in front of him and wanted to look for food, but he didn't dare to move because he didn't know what dangers lay ahead.  So he stopped and crossed his legs on the ground.  "This person may want to wait until dawn before talking." Wu Xie thought to himself.  Time passed by, no matter how much time passed, he finally couldn't wait any longer. He understood that there was no sun here, so there would be no dawn.  He began to groping towards the distance, pausing every step, carefully and cautiously.  He walked like this for who knows how long. He felt very hungry and thirsty. He couldn't help it and ran forward quickly.  He ran and ran, and he didn¡¯t know how far he ran or how long he ran. The land under his feet seemed to be endless. Finally, he ran out of energy. He lay on the ground, looking at the darkness in his eyes, feeling very sleepy and desperate.  If there are plants like grass on the ground, he will definitely eat them as delicacies.  "It's a pity that this land is too barren, with no plants. The place where you start is full of hard rocks, and you can occasionally touch some sand.  He was desperate, and suddenly he started crying, crying very loudly, and he suppressed his tears.He gingerly took it with his fingers, stuffed it into his thirsty lips, and sucked hard.  Seemingly feeling that this was not enough to quench his thirst, he bit his finger and drank his own blood.  Wu Xie frowned, why hasn't this person suddenly realized the Concentration Technique yet? They were all memories that were important to him but insignificant to Wu Xie.  Wu Xie was a little impatient. Although he was from the perspective of a bystander, he felt the same way. He was also so hungry that he couldn't stand it, and he was so thirsty that he couldn't help but drink his own blood. He wanted to grab a handful of sand and stuff it into his mouth.  .  He was very helpless. Could it be that the producer wanted to teach him the principle of surviving from desperate situations, first bitter and then sweet?  He is an old monster who has lived for a thousand years. How come he doesn't understand these principles?  It¡¯s just that now Wuxie does feel that his understanding of suffering is deeper.  He had never been so hungry, so thirsty, so desperate.  That¡¯s it, another few days.  The producer lay exhausted on the ground, unable to move anymore. The wounds on his hands began to fester and the infection became more intense.  The tears had dried up, and he just looked at the black sky, feeling indescribably lonely and helpless.  Suddenly he laughed, a smile that was a little sad, a little sad, a little nostalgic, a little happy, a little guilty The smile that was mixed with countless emotions gave Wuxie only one feeling, despair.  He looked at the sky, staring blankly, and suddenly the earth shook violently. He ignored the changes in the earth and quietly immersed himself in his memories, waiting for death.  The shaking of the earth became more and more intense, and it seemed that even the sky was shaking. At this moment, a ray of starlight passed by at this moment. He was stunned, blinked, and wondered if he had seen it wrong.  But he was right, there was a little light in the sky.  He looked at the light and concentrated all his attention on it. The light seemed to be a world.  He didn¡¯t even know it, but he had entered a state of enlightenment.  Wuxie knew it, because his consciousness was condensing rapidly and compressing like crazy. There seemed to be endless pressure from all directions. His consciousness turned into a point and violently broke through outwards.  He actually broke through the limitations of this place, rushed out of his body for the first time, and rushed towards the starlight in the sky.  He approached the starlight, broke through the starlight, and saw a world.  In that world, there were green mountains and green waters, birds singing and flowers fragrant. At the foot of the mountain was a small village. Light green smoke was rising from several chimneys. A few women were driving their playful children home for dinner. They scolded them harshly and patted the children.  head.  The child lowered his head in grievance, as if he knew he was wrong, but his little eyes were full of indifference.  The picture breaks at this moment.  (Please give me recommendation votes. If the number of recommendation votes reaches 300 in a single day, I will add more updates!)
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