Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and he moved the door of time and space forward.
Boom!
In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart. However, this time Feng Qingyang still miscalculated. Half a day passed between the collisions in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, he vomited blood and rushed backwards. His face was pale and his expression was listless. After retreating like this, he was directly knocked down from the second level of the starry sky.
He was covered in blood, and his clean white clothes turned into eerie bloodstains after being corroded by the blood. He stood trembling on the second floor. With his appearance, all the Shinto geniuses who survived here looked at him in shock. No one knew what Feng Qingyang had experienced before, but judging from his severely injured body, he might have suffered an unimaginable disaster.
"Failed the first time I attacked the third floor?" Feng Qingyang took a deep breath and sat cross-legged. He seemed to have sensed something. There was not much difference between the pressure of the first and second floors, but when he stepped on the third floor, there was a drastic change. It was an indescribable feeling. When he stepped on it, his whole body trembled uncontrollably. Feng Qingyang raised his head slowly, and his eyes could not block the brilliance overflowing from his eyes.
He was in a very sorry state, but his willpower was surging even more. He sat cross-legged on the spot and recovered from his injuries at a very fast speed. He looked extremely broken. However, with every collision, Feng Qingyang would find something strange, which was his own unpredictability. Under this impact, the corpses in the Nine-Layer Immortal Mansion began to merge directly, making Feng Qingyang feel like they were about to break through.
"It's hard to see this person's cultivation level. He's strong when facing a strong opponent, and weak when facing a weak opponent. Perhaps everyone who reaches the third level will meet such a person, but their strengths are different." Feng Qingyang frowned suddenly, and gradually sorted out his thoughts. Only then did he understand why he couldn't see the other person's cultivation level clearly.
Three more days passed while he sat cross-legged like this. During these three days, all the Shinto geniuses on the first level stepped forward together and stood side by side with Feng Qingyang. It seemed as if there were a hundred schools of thought contending with each other and they were moving forward in unison.
During these three days, Feng Qingyang's injuries have almost healed. Although his cultivation has not made a breakthrough, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds.
On this day, when everyone arrived at the second floor, especially Tuo Boye and the young man in white who abducted Xiao Zhu began to attack the third floor, he stood up, with a brilliance in his eyes that could penetrate the world, and roared directly towards the end of the world. At that moment, he rushed straight to the third floor with an unstoppable force.
Boom boom boom!
The strange world was still in front of him. This time, he ran into the young man who appeared first, just like before. Feng Qingyang roared and launched an attack. A quarter of an hour... two quarters of an hour... two quarters of an hour later, Feng Qingyang retreated backwards again. He was covered in blood, and the bright red blood spilled into the sky, which was shocking. However, his eyes were extremely bright. Gradually, he found a clue under this attack.
The aura emanating from him also underwent a fundamental change because of his enlightenment. Even though he was still severely injured once again, the spirit emanating from his body was filled with murderous intent and was many times stronger than at the beginning.
"This man's fighting power is completely adjusted according to me. He is almost my opposite. I attack him with the gate of time and space, and he also strikes back at me with the power of time and space..." Feng Qingyang murmured, the enlightenment in his eyes becoming brighter and brighter. It was like a mirror. Although the person in the mirror seemed to be the same as himself, he was ultimately just a flower in the mirror.
Feng Qingyang retreated and sat on the second floor again to recuperate. There was no one around him, and those Shinto geniuses who were waiting to go on stage all avoided him and appeared on the edge. At first, they also focused their attention on Feng Qingyang, but as time passed, they finally ignored Feng Qingyang and focused on the third floor.
There is no surrender or compromise among the Shinto geniuses here. All of them begin the attack with the determination to die. If they fail once, they will try again. If they fail twice, they will try a third time.
However, at this moment, something strange began to happen. On the seventh day after everyone entered the second level, the first level of stairs slowly turned into an illusion, as if it was about to disappear. Feng Qingyang didn't know this, but the others were terrified. If the first level was broken, then if they failed to reach the third level and were knocked back, wouldn't that mean they would be destroyed directly
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Time passed quickly, and one day Feng Qingyang stood up again. His eyes, which were originally closed, gradually opened. This time, he had been regulating his breathing for a whole month. A month may seem very long, but for a powerful person with a long lifespan, it was just a blink of an eye. Feng Qingyang opened his eyes again. He had been regulating his breathing for too long on the second level, or it could be said that he was not regulating his breathing on the second level, but gaining understanding!
That’s right, it’s understanding!
He didn't know what the others would face. He only knew that he was facing the person in the mirror, the strange way between truth and falsehood. The insights he gained in this month were a huge gain for him.
After standing up, Feng Qingyang did not immediately attack the third floor, but retreated instead. After a small step, he seemed to be heading towards the illusory first floor, but in fact, he was rapidly accumulating strength at this moment.
As he was about to retreat to the edge, Feng Qingyang suddenly let out a roar, and then he swept away everything in his way, and his entire body turned into a gust of wind. He leaped and his body turned into a stream of light at the junction of the second and third floors. It looked like he was temporarily stranded in the gap between the two floors. However, Feng Qingyang, who was in the center, saw a completely different scene before his eyes.
Time goes back, winds and clouds gather, and at this time Feng Qingyang is already in the unfamiliar third space, and the young man appears in front of him, with a rare look of relief on his face.
Feng Qingyang also smiled gently. After he realized it in his heart, he seemed to become much stronger in an instant. Then he raised his head and rushed forward.
Boom!
This time, Feng Qingyang did not retreat, not even a single step. However, the blood in his body was still boiling from the collision. However, he managed to hold on. No trace of blood spread across his face. Instead, he stood in the air and bowed suddenly to the other party during the collision.
"You have understood the truth, falsehood and illusion. You can enter the third level!"