Outside of Time

Millions of soul threads erupted in Xu Qing's sea of ​​consciousness, spreading through Xu Qing's mind, pouring into his soul, and then spreading throughout his body, eventually forming a vortex in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Roaringly.

At the same time, the sky of the imperial capital shone with thunder, and streaks of lightning appeared, piercing the sky, as if something that should not exist in the world was about to be born, thus attracting the attention of heaven.

But soon, this feeling of attention disappeared inexplicably, as if the things that were about to appear here were ignored by Heaven for unknown reasons.

He even covered it up on his behalf, turning the thunder from heaven into mortal thunder.

However, the afterglow of lightning still flickered, making everything under the night instantly bright.

In the night, some people woke up while meditating in a secret room, some paused while running on the street, some silenced themselves during the Imperial College discussion, some were concentrating in high buildings, and some looked up in the palace.

In the end, under the cover of heaven, nothing was found.

Therefore, except for a few people who were still paying attention, most of the other monks in the imperial capital withdrew their minds. Those who were meditating continued to meditate, and those who were galloping continued to gallop.

The same thing happened to the people who studied rituals in the Imperial Palace. They withdrew their senses and looked at the thirty-nine students sitting around.

"Faction leader, what happened?"

Among the students, someone asked.

"It's a whim. It doesn't matter. You continue." The one who took back his senses was a cultivator wearing a long linen gown and a mask. From his clothes, it can be seen that this person's identity is the leader of the sect.

And the white tower they were in was the Fusion God Style.

The students below them nodded after hearing this and continued the previous topic, discussing the affairs of the Yisenliu during this period.

If it were any other school, given the current status of the Fusion God Style, they would not care about it, but the Yisen Style is different. At its root... The nature of the Yisen Style and the Fusion Style are incompatible.

One is to weave the divine shadow in the mind and pay attention to the integrity of the person.

One is the replacement of the physical body, which ultimately throws away all traces of a person, leaving only the idealism.

In the end, one goal is to become a supernatural being, and the other goal is to become a god.

These two completely contradictory concepts determine that only one of the two schools can prosper.

This is also one of the reasons why the Yi Xian flow has declined to its extreme before. In addition to its own factors, the rise of the Fusion God flow has accelerated this process.

Therefore, when the mysterious masterpiece with hundreds of thousands of soul threads appeared in the Yisen style, this thing that broke the cognition attracted the attention of the Fusion God style.

Even though half a month has passed, the popularity of the Yisen style has decreased, but this is because the mysterious master has not appeared again. It is conceivable that if the other party appears multiple times, the attention of the Yisen style will continue to increase.

At that time, there will be an opportunity for the Yixian stream to rise again.

This is also the theme of this internal meeting of the Fusion of Gods.

Regarding this matter, some of the high-level students of the Rongshen Stream present were wary, others suspected that the rumors were wrong, and there were various opinions.

Finally, the leader of the Rongshen sect raised his hand, and the White Tower fell silent instantly. All the high-level students looked at their sect leader.

There was respect in their eyes.

"Don't worry about the Yisen-ryu. Recently... there will be a distinguished person who will publicly join our Rongshen-ryu. His joining will be the icing on the cake for our Rongshen-ryu."

"Go and prepare. This person will come in three days."

As the sect leader's words came out, his calm tone made the high-level students of Rongshen Flow calm down and nod their heads.

This meeting ended here.

At the same time, the thunder in the outside world dissipated, but the lingering sound was still echoing. In the secret room of Ning Yan's mansion, Xu Qing's eyes slowly opened.

There was a strong light in his eyes, his expression was filled with surprise and even some confusion, and his brows were also furrowed.

"What's this……"

Xu Qing murmured, and when he raised his hand, a purple snowflake penetrated the flesh and blood from his palm and floated in front of him.

His sea of ​​consciousness, a whirlpool formed by millions of soul threads, was still spinning, seemingly without beginning or end.

As it rotates, a chill appears within it, and gradually pieces of purple snowflakes rise from the vortex and dance with it.

There are not many snowflakes, only a hundred, which are all good.

Feeling his own sea of ​​consciousness, Xu Qing retracted his thoughts and stared at the snowflake floating on the palm of his hand.

After pondering for a moment, he took out the sound transmission jade slip and sent a message to the sword holder. Not long after, a ferocious beast used for experiments was sent over.

Looking at the ferocious wolf-like beast in front of him, Xu Qing did not hesitate, raised his right hand and waved, and suddenly the snowflakes went straight to the center of the beast's eyebrows. The moment it touched, the beast's whole body was shaken, and a shrill scream came from its mouth. Call.

The next moment, the snowflakes seemed to be alive, corroding the beast's eyebrows, directly penetrating into the flesh and blood, and disappeared.

The strange thing is that the wound between the eyebrows also healed quickly at this moment, and the traces disappeared visible to the naked eye.

The wolf beast itself gradually became motionless, with its eyes closed, seemingly dead.

But the breath was still there, until a moment later, it suddenly opened its eyes and looked at Xu Qing, Xu Qing's heart moved.

He had a feeling that everything about the other party seemed to be somehow connected in his perception, and the core of this connection was the purple snowflake.

It did not disappear, but existed in the body of the wolf beast.

It blends with its flesh and blood and becomes one.

A faint light appeared in Xu Qing's eyes. He raised his hand and grabbed the beast from the air. His consciousness merged into it. After careful inspection, his face moved slightly. He felt that the soul thread was forming in the body of the beast...

"interesting."

Xu Qing murmured, then raised his hand to open the body of the wolf beast, inspected the flesh and blood, and made sure again.

Soon, the wolf beast was decomposed, and purple snowflakes flew out from the inside, floating in front of Xu Qing.

Xu Qing thought for a while, and had more than ten heads sent to him, each of which was melted into snowflakes. Just like that, the night passed. After many experiments, when the morning came, Xu Qing walked out of the secret room and had a hundred thoughts about himself. The hundred snowflakes formed by the Thousand Soul Silk gained more understanding.

But the price of this knowledge is the strong smell of blood in the secret room and the decomposed wolf corpses on the ground...

Xu Qing didn't pay attention to this, his eyes showed enlightenment.

"These hundred snowflakes are seeds!"

"The bodies of all wolf beasts will be as normal after being integrated into this snowflake. Everything will be as usual. There will be no discomfort, and their vitality will not be affected. Only soul threads will be produced in their bodies."

"These soul threads are transformed by their souls, so the disadvantage is that if the soul power is not enough, they may wither and die."

"This snowflake... looks gentle, but is actually overbearing. If it becomes a weapon after being scattered, it can swallow the enemy's soul... and turn it into my soul thread."

"At the same time, it can also be parasitic. If a person who practices the Yisen-ryu technique fuses this kind of seed, theoretically his cultivation speed will reach an astonishing level, as long as the soul power is enough."

"But it will also be restricted by me. As long as I have a thought, I can take out the seeds. Although it will not affect the other party's life, all the soul threads gathered during this period will be lost."

Walking on the way to Taixue, Xu Qing felt the hundred purple snowflakes in his body and analyzed from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't know enough about this snowflake. More experiments are needed to understand it more comprehensively."

Xu Qing did not intend to use it easily before fully understanding it, so after entering the Imperial Academy, he put away his mind and stepped into the Immortal Flow.

There are now nine more disciples in the Yisen style, so it is much more lively than before. The sect leader no longer needs to do the work himself, and naturally there are disciples to do it for him.

As for Xu Qing and his three senior brothers, due to their seniority and the fact that there were fewer people coming to Yisenryu every day, they were very free, so the Yisenryu tabloid also reopened.

In this way, three days passed. Xu Qing returned to the mansion every night and studied snowflakes. Until the fourth day, a piece of news came out in Taixue.

The Seventh Prince announced outside the Imperial Academy that he would join the Rongshen Ryu, and scheduled a formal visit to the Rongshen Ryu White Pagoda at noon today to meet with the leader of the sect.

Within the Imperial Academy, one is not allowed to reveal one's identity, but if one says it outside, it is not within the rules.

In particular, the Emperor's twelve Prince Incense sticks stood behind the Rainbow Bridge. This was the first news about the Prince's movements, so it also attracted attention in the imperial capital.

This news has also aroused heated discussions within Taixue, especially the students of the Rongshen style. After all, this is the first time for Taixue that this kind of thing has happened.

Even if there was one in the past, his identity would not be revealed like this, so the outside world had no way of knowing which faction the prince had joined.

But the high-profile announcement made by the Seventh Prince obviously had a different meaning. It was tantamount to completely tying himself to the Fusion of Gods flow.

He indeed stepped into Taixue at noon on this day. Surrounded by some students of the Rongshen style, a group of people were bustling and walking towards the White Tower of the Rongshen style.

On the way, I passed by Yisenliu.

Xu Qing looked at the Seventh Prince who was surrounded by the crowd. Although he was dressed as a student, this scene reminded him of the time when the other prince entered Fenghai County as a savior.

At that time, Xu Qing was also watching from a distance.

Compared with now, it is exactly the same.

Xu Qing's eyes were as usual, but his heart was cold.

As for the core disciples who joined after the Yixian stream, they all saw the excitement of the outside world in the white tower, and each had their own thoughts.

However, the three core students before Xu Qing joined did not think so much. Their focus was still on tabloids, so they dragged Xu Qing to participate in the tabloid recording.

Seeing this, the leader of the Yi Xian Sect sitting there was a little anxious. He felt that the opportunity for the Yi Xian Flow to rise had arrived, but it seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he could not completely seize it.

Even during this time, he was looking for that Dacheng senior, but to no avail.

"If this continues, it won't work. I've already taken the blame for that senior. Logically speaking, he should give me a chance to meet him..."

The leader of the Yixian Sect was anxious. As the leader of the sect, he had made a judgment in his mind through previous clues. He believed that the mysterious Dacheng must have mastered some methods that others did not know.

Otherwise, theoretically it would be impossible for hundreds of thousands of soul threads to appear in the Immortal Style.

"I don't ask for anything else. As long as he can figure out how to cultivate hundreds of thousands of soul threads, the Immortal Style will definitely rise!"

"If there are more than a dozen masters of hundreds of thousands of soul threads...even just a few, they can return to the top with the magic of the Immortal, it means that this path is correct!"

While the leader of the sect was feeling deep in his heart, the mysterious Dacheng he had longed for was in the corner to his right, branding the tabloid with three disciples.

"A shocking secret, it turns out that the Seventh Prince actually joined the Fusion Flow because of her!"

"There is an indescribable relationship between the chief of Cao Muliu and his faction leader!"

"The crisis of the chief position of Fusion God Style, is this the distortion of human nature or the loss of morals? Please read this issue of the late-night paid tabloid: Where did my baby go?"