Eternal Tranquility

The afterglow of the mana still lingered, and despite Mo Shi's solemn expression, Liu Qinghuan drifted away and returned to his residence.

Now he just waits for the end of time to leave this time dilemma. After all, there are still tens of thousands of years, which means that he may have to experience time acceleration several times.

Thinking of the dangerous experience not long ago, Liu Qinghuan also understood the specific meaning of Tang Yi's words, "Few people can get through the third level."

This is a temple that eats people. What is eaten is not the human body, but the spirit and soul. Time can turn everything into decay. If it doesn't, it's just not enough time.

Liu Qinghuan didn't feel anything wrong with the acceleration of time several times before, but when the speed of time accelerated further, and tens of thousands of years passed in just a few hours, its power was truly revealed.

Liu Qinghuan felt that he had to make some preparations. Otherwise, if it happened again and at a faster speed, it would be difficult to say whether he would be able to escape unscathed.

He had no good way to fight against the law of time, but he couldn't just leave it to fate and could only do his best.

So Liu Qinghuan continued to retreat, taking advantage of the normal flow of time to intensify his practice. However, in order to prevent being disturbed, he moved to a more secluded place and used space techniques to build barriers to isolate himself more completely from the outside world.

Practicing is extremely boring, but it is also extremely interesting. Time flies by as you explore the great truth and immerse yourself in the vast universe within yourself.

Occasionally he feels bored, so he goes out to get some fresh air, chat with people at the time, and learn about what is happening or has happened at the moment.

However, after experiencing the storms of the first two generations of owners, Senluo Palace now seems to be quite calm, and there are not many major events that require Liu Qinghuan's attention.

The demons and ghosts that once crowded the streets and houses have been wiped out long ago, and now there is not a single one left. Only the ghost sculptures in the corner are left, and their strength is much lower than during the Jiguang period.

During this period, time accelerated several times, but each time was not long, so it did not have much impact on Liu Qinghuan.

However, a problem gradually became apparent. Liu Qinghuan had unknowingly reached the fifth level of Mahayana perfection. Without successfully surviving the sixth level of ascension, his cultivation could no longer progress.

All told, he had stayed in the "Senluo Palace" for nearly two thousand years, but there was still at least a gap of at least thirty thousand years between the time he entered the palace.

For the first time, Liu Qinghuan began to worry about whether his longevity was enough: "How old am I?"

Frequently traveling through the long river of time, Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel a little confused. He carefully calculated his age: plus the more than 1,800 years in this time dilemma, he is now more than 8,000 years old.

Compared with mortals who only have a lifespan of a hundred years, more than eight thousand years is an unimaginable number, but among Mahayana monks, this age is considered very young.

Normally, the lifespan of a Mahayana monk is at least 20,000 to 30,000 years. Even though this number seems huge, it takes at least a hundred years to complete a retreat, and it can easily take two to three thousand years to reach the next level. This is still a smooth sailing situation.

If you want to reach the ninth level of the Mahayana from the Qi training period, twenty or thirty thousand years are actually not enough. Most monks advance to the next level with the end of their life span, and may be close to ten thousand years old by the time they reach the Mahayana.

Liu Qinghuan attained Mahayana cultivation when he was three thousand years old, and is now close to the sixth level of Mahayana.

It was obvious that he could not survive the time dilemma. Liu Qinghuan suddenly became idle and could only find other things to do, such as reading books, practicing elixirs, and practicing spells.

After finding the letter left by Ji Guang and reading the true immortal text on it several times, Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but touch her chin.

The Seven Arrows with Nail Heads is one of Tiangang's thirty-six immortal methods, but it is a completely cursed method, which actually conflicts with the way he cultivates.

However, the greater the power of any curse, the greater the backlash. Even immortal magic cannot escape this law. Even if there is no backlash at this time, the cause and effect will be aggravated at that time, and you will have to pay back even more.

So instead of killing someone with the Seven Nail Arrow Curse, he could just use the Book of Cause and Effect to write the other person to death. The prerequisites for the two are similar. They both require the enemy's real name, birth date, or blood, but the process is completely different.

The seven nail-headed arrows are curses that will backfire and aggravate the karmic reckoning. The book of cause and effect blends causes and results, and combines heaven, ghosts and gods, so there will be no backlash.

But now that the immortal magic has been delivered to him, Liu Qinghuan still plans to understand it, because there is only one thing that the Seven Nail Arrows can do but the Book of Cause and Effect cannot: its power to kill immortals!

For this alone, Liu Qinghuan must thoroughly understand the Seven Arrows. This immortal method is just like returning wind and returning fire. It cannot be used easily. Once used, it will be a life-or-death crisis.

Several years passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Liu Qinghuan hid his cultivation and sat in a wine shop on the first floor of Senluo Hall, chatting with several monks he had just met.

I just heard the person next to me say: "... Just tell me if this is true! What benefit does it have to him to maliciously raise the price at the auction, and who makes the money?"

Liu Qinghuan nodded obediently, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the light in the room suddenly dimmed, and the person opposite him first paused for a moment, and then pulled out many afterimages!

Liu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly changed, and he stood up suddenly. At this time, everything around him had become blurry, and even the ground could no longer be seen clearly, leaving only the stream of light rushing past.

Looking at this situation, he knew that the speed of time passing this time was extraordinary, and he might not be able to get back to his residence.

Quickly exiting the wine shop and reaching the large square outside, Liu Qinghuan looked around, found a passage, and immediately began to cast spells.

It took less than half an hour to completely isolate the surrounding space. He lowered his head and glanced at his feet, and found that his shadow was blurred a lot and seemed to be changing its shape.

Liu Qinghuan's heart trembled, and she immediately took out the firefly lamp, sat cross-legged and began to use her mental methods.

In the wine shop just now, several people looked at each other, wondering why the people sitting there suddenly disappeared as if they had faded away. And not long after, a certain passage on the first floor suddenly turned into an extremely dangerous place, and anyone who came close would quickly grow old.

Mo Shidu was alarmed and took a look. He immediately sealed the entire passage and did not allow anyone to get close. However, he himself hovered for a long time and would come back from time to time, staying outside the passage for a long time.

However, Mo She was doomed to be disappointed, because until he was killed by a friend who coveted the position of the palace master, no results were found.

After that, a series of battles took place in Senluo Hall. Gradually, that passage was forgotten, and people only took a detour out of habit.

Until twenty thousand years later...