he Lord of Great Dreams

Chapter 184: Guandao Cave

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"My soul is stable, my sea of consciousness has doubled, the range of my divine sense exploration seems to have doubled, and even my magic power has increased a lot. So this is the feeling of entering the out-of-body stage. It's simply amazing!" Shen Luo was overjoyed and couldn't help but look up to the sky and shouted loudly.

But soon, he calmed down again, meditated and regulated his breathing again, and further consolidated his state of mind.

As his mind turned, Shen Luo recalled again the description of the out-of-body stage in the nameless martial arts technique, and he understood that although the out-of-body experience was extremely miraculous, the risks were also very obvious.

Firstly, the soul is ultimately a spiritual body, and before it becomes completely solid and powerful, it is vulnerable to attacks from strong winds and scorching sun. When it leaves the body, the physical body is like an ownerless object, and once it is attacked by outsiders or external objects, it will be unable to resist and will be like a fish on the chopping board.

However, according to the techniques, the human soul is an inherent force that can be advanced and upgraded. After entering the out-of-body stage, it is only the initial manifestation of its power. With continuous practice in the future, it can also grow into another kind of power that is comparable to the physical body and magic power.

Some Daluo True Immortals can even take people's lives from thousands of miles away with just the power of their souls.

About two or three hours later, the strange noises from the surrounding heaven and earth gradually subsided, and the sky in the distance began to turn pale.

Shen Luo's aura has become stable.

"The voice of this sermon is truly mysterious. If it could stabilize my soul a little more, it would be even better." He pondered in his mind, and once again held his breath, concentrating and listening carefully to the voice of the sermon.

After listening for just a moment, a look of doubt flashed across his face.

Shen Luo discovered that after he advanced to the out-of-body stage, although the preaching in the square could still cause his sea of consciousness to shake violently, the kind of severe pain that directly hit his soul was gone. His sea of consciousness no longer expanded, and his soul no longer changed.

He stood up and walked out of the square. The voice of the sermon disappeared again, and the words of the sermon he had heard before in his mind became blank again.

Seeing this, Shen Luo was still unwilling to give up, so he turned back to the square again, even closer to the platform than before.

However, the result was no different, the sound of Tao and the roar were still there, but his sea of consciousness and soul were still unable to benefit from it.

"It seems that this is the limit. There is no point in listening any further." Shen Luo shook his head and sighed.

He sat at the edge of the square, rested for a while, then got up and left.

Behind the square is a jade-paved road that winds forward with no end in sight.

Shen Luo stepped onto the jade road and lightly tapped the ground with his toes. He then flew forward several feet as if he were nothing and moved forward quickly. The square behind him soon disappeared.

Some tall golden trees gradually began to appear on both sides of the road, as if they were made of gold. They were obviously not ordinary trees, but they did not emit strong spiritual fluctuations.

Shen Luo looked at these golden trees curiously for a few times, but did not stop. He continued to move forward. After walking for a long time, the jade road finally came to an end, and a green mountain over a hundred feet high appeared in front of him.

A dilapidated building could be vaguely seen at the top of the mountain, but his eyes were attracted by a smooth green mountain wall at the foot of the mountain.

A green stone door is embedded on the mountain wall and is tightly closed. Several dark red lines are painted on the door, forming a pattern that looks like neither words nor a painting, implying a mysterious meaning.