Chapter 153, Paragraph 1 - Will

Three days later, when the group climbed to an altitude of 5,000 meters, someone finally began to rest.

At this time, Yang Pan's mountaineering speed was adjusted to one-third of what it was three days ago!

Speed down three times!

Yang Pan flew in the imaginary universe to calculate the current speed, the remaining distance, and the time spent.

The last conclusion, the so-called twenty-one days, seems to be a long time, but in fact it is just enough.

Of course, there is a premise for this, and that is that the difficulty will not continue to increase.

This is absolutely impossible, and every kilometer in height, the difficulty rises a little.

After another two days, Yang Pan could no longer maintain the balance between physical recovery and consumption.

And his speed can't be lowered anymore, and if he drops again, he will walk like an old grandmother climbing stairs.

This kind of behavior has much more impression points than those who stop to rest.

Yang Pan has also officially entered the stage of physical exertion.

After five days of competition, Yang Pan was in the second group, and the first group was full of people who were outstanding in kung fu. There are not many of them, only about thirty people.

Yang Pan also noticed that the suppression was different depending on the cultivation.

This ensures that everyone's starting point is the same.

Between the two groups, the difference is about five or six hundred meters.

The gap is not too big, but it is slowly widening.

Two more days have passed, and today is the seventh day. A third of the time passed, and Yang Pan climbed to an altitude of eight thousand meters with the second group.

The first paragraph is not over yet, Yang Pan's physical strength has bottomed out, and the feeling of weakness, dizziness, and nausea that he has never experienced is constantly coming.

Mental torture from physical weakness.

There was a voice in my head constantly reminding: "Take a break, just rest for a while, and it's the same to continue climbing after your strength has recovered." It's only been seven days, two-thirds of the way has passed, and the journey is nearly halfway there. ”

"You're tired, give up, take a step back and open the sky. ”

"You have a peerless inheritance, you have a peerless treasure, you have a peerless adventure, you don't need to suffer this kind of suffering here, even if you are eliminated and return to the Great Zhou World, it won't be long before you can fly to the Upper Realm with your own strength, why suffer here? ”

"Give up, give up, give up, give up, give up ......"

Yang Pan's past and present lives were all born with a golden key, brocade clothes and jade food, and his material pursuit has almost reached its peak.

To some extent, Yang Pan's biggest weakness lies in his will. How strong can a rich second generation who has not suffered hardships and has not been devastated by life have?

However, from another point of view, Yang Pan, who has no material life troubles, must be very eager and firm for spiritual pursuit.

Therefore, Yang Pan in this life devoted himself to cultivation and wanted to become an immortal and attain the Tao.

Such a heart towards the Tao is much firmer than those ordinary mortals who spend all day long.

Is Yang Pan's will weak?

No, you're wrong, maybe Yang Pan was like this before he got the Blood Sea True Scripture.

But when Yang Pan cultivated the Blood Sea True Scripture, his heart and will had changed.

Without a strong will, how can you calmly face the sea of corpses and blood, and the endless resentment?

I'm afraid I've had a nervous breakdown a long time ago, right?

Therefore, in this life, Yang Pan's weakness of will has actually been strengthened imperceptibly.

"No, no, I can't give up here, if I give up here, won't I still have to find a reason to give up in the face of more difficult difficulties in the future?" Yang Pan said to himself, and his originally somewhat loose will was condensed under this kind of consciousness.

It's a spirit and belief that never gives up.

When you practice to such a height as Yang Pan, you need to consider more issues, not just exercises and resources.

Relying on peerless exercises and endless resources alone, it is absolutely impossible to pile up a real powerhouse. Every strong person has his own beliefs. Every strong person will condense their own Tao and reason.

These are things that resources can't do.

Of course, different worlds have different methods of cultivation and different rules.

It is undeniable that some worlds can really pile a pig into a fairy with resources.

The question is, which kind of immortal is stronger than the kind of strong person who walked out of the mountain of corpses and blood with his own beliefs and condensed his own Tao and reason?

After the will is condensed, it dispels mental distractions, and at the same time, the mental weakness is greatly weakened.

Physical exertion can be persistent, even if the physical strength is exhausted, the physical potential can be squeezed. After all, Yang Pan's physical body is the Shura Dharma body, even if it is sealed, the potential that is squeezed out cannot be underestimated.

The key is also the pressure of the mental will.

At least seven or eight hundred people stopped to rest in the past seven days. And these people can basically be included in the elimination list.

It is extremely rare for Yang Pan to insist on being in the second group until now.

After another three days, when Yang Pan climbed to a height of more than 10,000 meters, some people in the first group could not support it and stopped.

Then, more and more people stopped to rest.

This wave of rest, as if contagious, went from the first group to the second group and then to the third group. At least half of the people in each group couldn't hold on and stopped to rest.

Yang Pan gritted his teeth, forcibly expelled the mental weakness and pressure, maintained his rhythm, and moved forward slowly, without stopping a single step.

The Dharma Body that Yang Pan has transformed into nine times has extraordinary potential, and a little physical pressure is not the limit for Yang Pan's physical body, but this power has been sealed, so it will be so difficult.

In fact, it's not just Yang Pan.

There are more other assessors than Yang Pan.

There are even people who lie on the ground, use their hands and feet together, and "climb" up.

When is the head?

Is this first stretch of the road that long?

Even if they were climbing, some people couldn't support them one after another, or collapsed to the ground, or fell down the stairs one by one.

Basically, it means that they have been completely eliminated.

Falling from more than 10,000 meters, the consequences are really not for fun, it must be quite serious.

Yang Pan only felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders, and every step he took consumed more physical strength and strength.

His lips were dry, his face was blue and pale, and his forehead was dripping with sweat.

However, if you look closely, you can find that Yang Pan's eyes are still bright.

Fortunately, among the people present, there were no mortals, otherwise they would really be unbearable if they didn't eat or drink for twenty-one days.

Even the acquired martial artists and innate martial artists only started to climb the mountain after eating Bigu Dan.

Otherwise they would have finished playing long ago.

Yang Pan didn't pay attention to the outside world at all, and concentrated on climbing the mountain consistently.

One step at a time, one step at a time.

The path of cultivation is like climbing a mountain.

No shortcuts, no flukes.

Only effort pays off.

Yang Pan gradually realized this.

Yang Pan's will is even stronger, I want to practice, I want to live forever!

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On the thirteenth day, Yang Pan suddenly felt that the pressure was relaxed, and his strength returned, and the true yuan in his body was under a great week, dispelling the weakness of his body, and his own true yuan became more condensed.

"Is this the end of the first paragraph?" Yang Pan sighed softly.

"Ten breaths of rest, now keep the time. A voice sounded abruptly, this was a special reminder.

Everyone who has completed the first leg of the road will be able to hear this voice, which is also a blessing.

Even if it's only ten breaths.

Yang Pan didn't dare to delay, and ran the true yuan frantically, his body was filled with purple qi, and he gathered qi and rivers.

This is the healing method of the "Purple River Dafa".

Of course, Yang Pan ran this method not to heal his injuries, but to quickly recover his vitality.

This fifteen-thousand-meter climb up, constantly squeezing the potential of the physical body, squeezing more physical strength, although it will not hurt the origin, but it will also hurt some vitality.

It was impossible for Yang Pan to consume a drop of essence blood at this time to replenish these consumptions.

This consumption does not require wasting essence blood.

At the same time, the time and place are not right.

Yang Pan knew that he was now one of the objects of attention, although the breath of "Blood Shadow Divine Skill" was hidden, but Yang Pan did not dare to guarantee that the grandmaster of the Dan level could not find it, and this skill was biased towards the evil way, after all, it was indecent, and it was still the most upright in "Purple River Dafa", which was a family heirloom.

Lao Tzu's cultivation of family magic skills is justified and righteous, and there is nothing wrong with it!

Moreover, Yang Pan's family heirloom magic skills are indeed not weak.

Otherwise, where could the Yang family rise to become one of the six giants in the world in just sixty years?

Can't you do it without enough talent and strength?

The Yang family has all practiced the "Purple River Dafa", and the generations of grandmasters have been endless, proving the power of this exercise.

Ten breaths of time, passed in the blink of an eye.

The seal was added again, and Yang Pan became a mortal again.

Yang Pan took a closer look around.

I found myself the first to pass the first section.

This really surprised Yang Pan, you must know that before that, he was only in the second group.

Those martial artists in the first group who have cultivated Henglian Kung Fu, how perverted their physical bodies are, anyway, Yang Pan has seen the difficulties of the Henglian Great Grandmaster.

If it weren't for Yang Pan comprehending the magical power of the Blood Transformation Divine Sword, I'm afraid it would be impossible to kill the Great Sect Master of Heng Lian.

After him, the closest person to the end of the first section was Dongyu, and then it turned out to be Jia Ru!

Yang Pan couldn't help but take a deep look at Jia Ru, this obscene Taoist priest was really deep enough, he had long known that he was not a simple person, but he didn't expect it to be so simple.

Sure enough, people cannot be disguised, and the sea water cannot be measured.

Yang Pan looked at the fourth person, and the fourth person turned out to be Lin Yan!

It was really unexpected by Yang Pan, and then there were two grandmasters and four innate ones.

Six Great Grandmasters, those three are so unbearable?!

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Chapter 154, Paragraph 2 – Desire

Yang Pan reined in his mind and began to continue his mountaineering challenge.

What does this second paragraph look like?

What will be the test?

Yang Pan embarked on the second leg of the road.

"Huh?" Yang Pan sighed lightly, there was no change, it was strange.

Yang Pan did not stop and continued to climb.

This second leg is much easier than the first.

After climbing about 500 meters high, Yang Pan didn't notice anything wrong, and physical exertion was normal news.

It is not at all like the first stage, as if there is a mountain pressing it, and with each step, the weight increases by one point.

Yang Pan didn't have time to rejoice, and suddenly his eyes went dark, and he was unconscious.

In the eyes of outsiders, Yang Pan stood motionless on the steps, his eyes closed, and he didn't know what he was doing.

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"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" Yang Pan was shaken awake, and the whole person sat up in a daze, and after his eyesight was restored, he found himself lying on a huge yellow bed, surrounded by gold, this is a huge palace.

"Why am I here, shouldn't I have climbed the ladder on Tianzhu Mountain?" Yang Pan said to himself strangely.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you alright? Someone, Imperial Doctor Xuan!" cried out in horror to a beautiful woman lying beside the bed.

"What do you call me?" Yang Pan asked as he came back to his senses.

"Your Majesty, of course you are my Majesty, the Emperor of the day. The concubine is Concubine Li, what's wrong with you, Your Majesty, don't scare the concubine. The beautiful woman replied anxiously, with an anxious look on her face, not a lie.

Yang Pan's head suddenly flooded with a wave of memory.

Yang Pan only felt dizzy, lay down, and recovered after a while.

When Yang Pan recovered, he found that the four old men were taking turns to cut his pulse to see a doctor, and then discussed.

"Your Majesty is awake, Concubine Li. A eunuch shouted.

"Your Majesty, it's great that you're awake. Concubine Li cried with joy.

An imperial physician hurried over and cut his pulse again.

Then he nodded and said with a smile: "Your Majesty Jiren has his own heavenly appearance, and the pulse has been stabilized, so there is no big problem." ”

Yang Pan sorted out his memory, and he turned out to be the son of heaven.

It's incredible, this memory is so real.

"Door Spirit, come out, come out quickly. Yang Pan called Men Lingdao.

No matter what Yang Pan called, there was no response at all.

"Your Majesty, you are going to the court today, do you want to inform the foreign court to cancel today's court meeting?" Concubine Li asked with concern.

"No need, let's change your clothes. Yang Pan waved his hand and refused.

I secretly said in my heart: "Could it be that I was dreaming before? Or is this just a dream?"

Yang Pan pinched his thigh, and he could feel the pain, so it wasn't a dream?

So who the hell am I?

While thinking about it, Yang Pan was waited for to change his clothes and get on the sedan chair and sent to the Taihe Palace.

Hundreds of officials dressed in court clothes, holding jade gui and cutting black veils on their heads stood at the foot of the five-meter steps.

Yang Pan walked to the dragon chair step by step, standing here, condescending.

An indescribable joy welled up in my heart.

Yang Pan stretched out the hem of his imperial robe and sat down.

As soon as they sat down, the civil and military officials knelt down together and shouted: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

This is the feeling that the imperial power is in hand, and the world is in the world?

It's really intoxicating and addictive.

Yang Pan only understood at this moment that this was originally power!

Life and death, thunder and rain, all in my thoughts.

"Flat. Yang Pan said softly.

The eunuch standing at the bottom of the steps repeated in a loud voice: "Flat—"

"Emperor Xie. The civil and military officials stood up.

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After the court meeting was dispersed, Yang Pan returned to the harem, and only then did he understand what it was like to feel like Jiuchi Roulin, what kind of enjoyment it was to be a beautiful woman, and what kind of beauty it was for the three thousand beauties in the harem.

Yang Pan was a little happy.

Slowly, he seemed to have forgotten something important.

happily became the emperor.

But it's not that simple.

When Yang Pan mastered the court situation, he found that he was at the end of a dynasty!

At present, the people of the world are struggling to make a living, and the wind and smoke are everywhere.

The rebels and the imperial court soldiers were inseparable.

For the sake of his own world, for the throne under his buttocks, Yang Pan worked hard to change the situation. In fact, he thought too much, a dynasty at the end of the period was caused by the outbreak of various reasons, and it was not at all that the emperor could change whether he was diligent or not.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

Yang Pan has been the emperor for ten years and has worked hard for ten years, but he still ended up in ruin.

Yang Pan sat decadently on the throne, recalling the experience of the past ten years. From having everything to losing everything, it's only a decade.

In the end, there was no one around, and he was really alone.

"I'd rather die than be the king of a dead country!"

Yang Pan shouted loudly in front of many rebels.

Yang Pan realized Emperor Chongzhen's sentence at this moment: "I am not the king of the dead country, you are all the ministers of the dead country." "What exactly does that mean. When he said this, he must have felt the same mood as himself.

Yang Pan was about to raise his sword to kill himself.

At this point, Yang Pan had already realized that today's death was approaching, and those memories that had been sealed in his mind for ten years poured out again.

Power, wealth, and beauty are all vain, because you have no power to protect them.

In the blink of an eye, at the end of the death period, I found that all the things in the past ten years are really meaningless, and the short-term possession will eventually be lost, and only eternity is the real existence.

Everything else, it doesn't make sense.

I don't care about how long it lasts, I only care about what I once had.

It's all nonsense, don't believe it, whoever believes it is a fool.

It is meaningful only for eternity, and what is lost, even if it was once owned, has no meaning.

Do you dare to say otherwise?

You go and ask Emperor Jianwen to see if he cares about what he once had, or if he cares about eternity?

Emperor Jianwen is a little better, he just lost the country and did not lose the country.

The fate of those who died was even worse than him.

Ask all the bankrupt people if they care about what they once had, or if they care about how long it lasts.

Ask yourself in your heart, do you care about what you once had, or do you care about eternity?

When you are rich, you have everything.

When you become a pauper, you have nothing.

That's how the world is.

Only by recognizing the reality can we see the essence.

Only those who see the essence will pursue eternity.

Desire is the source of a person's progress, and at the same time, it is also the culprit that destroys a person.

"Originally, I wasn't looking for power, wealth, beauty, or pleasure. Yang Pan has never recognized his inner desires so clearly.

He is also a man with desires, his desire is immortality, and his obsession is immortality.

Perhaps from his previous life, the moment his parents died, Yang Pan realized the shortness and fragility of life, and at that time, his desires transcended the pursuit of mortal mortals.

There is no one in the world who does not want to live forever.

Seeking the Tao and seeking immortality is the desire of the monks.

Everything around Yang Pan seemed to have stopped in time, and the space shattered like glass.

Yang Pan opened his eyes.

The look of exhaustion in his eyes can be understood by anyone.

The whole person feels one word from body to heart: "tired"!

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"Damn!" Yang Pan whispered.

It turned out to be a fantasy!

Such a realistic illusion is simply terrifying!

Especially in the illusion, the experience of those ten years is still vivid, and it doesn't seem to be fake at all.

"Door Spirit, how long did I be in a daze just now?Do you know what kind of illusion I experienced?" Yang Pan asked in his heart.

"You only stood for half a pillar of incense for a while, and not long. As for what kind of illusion, of course I know, I'll just keep looking at it from outside the illusion?" replied the door spirit.

"I thought it would be good for you, and I believed that you would be able to break it, so I didn't bother you. ”

"Your reason is so good, I can't find the words to refute you. Yang Pan rolled his eyes and mocked.

"I just wonder why my previous memories seem to be deliberately blocked, and I haven't remembered ten years of fantasy life. What kind of illusion is this, so powerful. Yang Pan asked curiously.

"Okay, I'm afraid this is the real way of inquiry, this is the method of the immortals, very powerful. There's nothing I can do about it. The Gate of Wisdom replied.

"There's nothing you can do, are you kidding?" Yang Pan asked in disbelief.

"My essence is just a magic weapon, and you are my host. The host is too weak to limit my strength, what can I do? If you are in the primordial god realm now, I may be able to break this illusion. The problem is that you're just a rookie in the foundation building stage, what can you do for me? I'm desperate too. The doorman slammed back mercilessly.

Yang Pan listened and could only be speechless.

"Come on, if I'm right, there's a fantasy waiting for you next, it's just an appetizer. The doorman reminded.

"What I want to know now is, what will happen if I really slash that sword at that time?" Yang Pan was silent for a moment before asking.

"Hehe, you still don't know. The Doorman didn't say it explicitly.

Yang Pan nodded thoughtfully.

This Immortal Yuan Conference of the Immortal Palace really opened Yang Pan's eyes, and he deeply realized that even in the upper realm, the cruelty of the cultivation world was also Chiguoguo.

Practicing immortality is not so simple.

Tianhe Holy Land, such a big sect, did not treat monks other than its own disciples as human beings at all.

Yang Pan was also a member of the meat eaters in the Great Zhou World, so he naturally knew how such a behemoth looked at the ordinary martial artists and scattered cultivators below.

Yang Pan is a vested interest, but he will not stupidly call for any democracy and freedom.