Time flies.
Pang Jian, who watched the great changes in the Xuanbing Realm and witnessed the fall of a god, remained unconscious with his eyes closed.
Although he did not move, his Dantian spiritual sea and his sea of consciousness were undergoing earth-shaking changes every moment.
His own changes can also be magically reflected in the six huge icicles. The strange patterns on the icicles sometimes shine brightly and sometimes enlarge or shrink.
"It's been a long time, but he still hasn't woken up and told us what happened."
An elder of the Ice Clan who looked skinny as a stick took out an ice funnel that measured time and said with a frown, "Judging from this hourglass, he has been in this state for a full half a month."
Several elders of the tribe sighed and were extremely tired.
Not only must he appease the tribesmen below, but he must also consider how to create the "Heart of Winter" and think about the future of the Ice Tribe.
The death of the Great Elder Binglan made them lose their backbone. After much discussion, they still could not come to a conclusion.
"no way."
The exhausted Second Elder Bingyuan said helplessly, "We can only continue to wait. As long as he doesn't leave and stays at the prayer altar, we can only wait for him to give an answer."
"Can't we use force?" The skinny elder's eyes were fierce.
"Force? I'm afraid something might happen to the Heart of Winter."
Bingyuan's face turned cold and he snorted, "The Heart of Winter is a sacred object that the Ice Demon left for us, and now it has disappeared into his body. We don't know why the Heart of Winter is in his body, nor do we know what the situation of the Heart of Winter is."
"so… "
Bing Yuan shouted: "Keep waiting!"
"All right."
Time flies, and another ten days have passed.
This day.
Bingying, the wrinkled elder of the clan, stared blankly at a towering icicle, looked at the bright stars above, and suddenly stood up.
Her eyes suddenly shone like cold stars, and she felt a strange and new power quietly flowing in her blood.
Deep in her heart, there were also some stars twinkling, becoming brighter and brighter.
“Wow!”
The stars in the icicle that she was gazing at were gradually becoming brighter, just like the starlight in her heart.
“Crack!”
There was a mysterious heavenly sound, echoing in her heart, like the explosion of a shackled cage.
"call out!"
The icy divine light that had previously shone on Pang Jian and was released from the nearby glacier fell on Bing Ying's body, infusing her with a powerful and extremely cold force.
This scene shocked everyone, and countless eyes were focused on her.
"I, I..."
As soon as Bingying opened her mouth, she couldn't help but burst into tears. She knelt down and touched her forehead to the ground, saying: "I broke the sixth level limit of my bloodline!"
"I'm level seven now."
She began to kowtow towards the icicle, not knowing whether she was kneeling to the ice devil or to the stars on the icicle.
"Bing Ying!"
"You, you broke through your bloodline?"
"The frozen land, the sixth level limit that restrains us, was broken by you?"
The other elders howled wildly.
A huge howl spread like an infection in the Ice Castle, quickly spreading to the nearby snow peaks, causing all the members of the Ice Clan to instantly fall into a state of carnival as if they were possessed.
"God, open your eyes!"
"The Ice Demon has noticed us!"
A few days later.
"My bloodline has reached level six!"
Bing Ji, Bing Yun, and some members of the Ice Clan who are at the peak of level five.
They stood beside six huge ice pillars, gazing at the sun, moon, stars, tree leaves, lightning vortexes, and tortoise shells that flashed out from them, and they began to inexplicably gain bloodline breakthroughs.
A few more days passed.
The second elder, Bingyuan, stared at an ice pillar surrounded by lightning, and was finally able to integrate a ray of thunder power into his heart. He also gained a bloodline promotion like Bingying.
"Level seven!"
Bingyuan shouted while holding up the Frost Scepter.
After the death of Great Elder Bing Lan, two warriors with level seven bloodline were born from the Ice Clan who were imprisoned in this shattered world!
The Ice Clan will also open a new chapter because of this!
And then…
The six elders of the Ice Clan told all the members of the Ice Clan to go to the six ice pillars that stood as altars for praying to the gods and comprehend the strange patterns imprinted on the pillars.
As a result, members of the Ice Clan successively achieved a breakthrough in their bloodline.
"It must be the favor of the Ice Demon!"
"The god we believe in must have heard our prayers. Through this guest who shares the same faith as us, he has engraved the magic that will help us break through our bloodline into the ice pillar!"
"It must be so!"
The jubilant members of the Ice Clan had long forgotten the death of their great elder Bing Lan and no longer blamed Pang Jian.
"Maybe, we can still leave the frozen land!"
The young leader named Bingyun, after obtaining permission from several elders, rode a bird towards the sky, trying to escape from this eternally sealed world.
The heavenly ban was still there. After he and the birds tried several times, they returned to the altar in despair.
"Don't be discouraged. We are on the right track. When our distinguished guest wakes up, he will be able to tell us the teachings of the Ice Demon and let us know what we should do."
Bingyuan comforted everyone.
In the following days, these members of the Ice Clan, who were full of hope for the future, tried to comprehend the wonders engraved on the six ice pillars while patiently waiting for Pang Jian to wake up.
…
In the Dantian Spiritual Sea belonging to Pang Jian, there is an extremely huge ice pool located in the dried-up spiritual sea.
The ice pool was emitting cold air, and at the bottom of the pool was the "Heart of Winter", with golden bees and insects whirring around the ice crystal heart.
Sometimes, the bee soul will flash away.
Pang Jian’s soul is in the sea of consciousness.
Golden spiritual consciousness continuously gushed out from each "spring eye". In addition, the originally gray spiritual consciousness, after escaping into the "spring eye" below the sea of consciousness, was transformed into golden spiritual consciousness as if it had been gilded by golden honey.
The empty sea of consciousness was filled with Pang Jian’s golden divine consciousness, which surged from over a hundred to over a thousand!
Moreover, all of them are golden spiritual consciousness containing divinity!
Bees and insects collected the divine consciousness of the alien god imprisoned in the "Heart of Winter" and came and went in the huge sea of consciousness to brew mouthfuls of golden honey.
After a while, the number of golden divine consciousness in Pang Jian's sea of consciousness increased from one thousand to two thousand, and then to more than two thousand.
Up to three thousand!
The three thousand golden divine consciousnesses were shaped like three thousand golden waterfalls. They were like the so-called three thousand avenues in a mysterious world, hanging in Pang Jian's sea of consciousness that had been expanded countless times.
At this point, no matter how the bees spit out golden honey, they can no longer produce new golden spiritual consciousness.
Pang Jian was unwilling to give up, so he tried again and again, but found that he just couldn't refine even a single strand.
“Have I reached the limit of my potential?”
He was thinking about communicating with the queen bee.
"It's not the limit of your potential. The limit of your consciousness before refining your soul should be three thousand."
"If you want to refine your divine consciousness further, I guess you must first recreate your divine soul. Once your divine soul is forged, your essence will transform, and perhaps new divine consciousness will reappear."
"That's my guess, but it may not be the case."
The Queen Bee replied.
When it answered, the dense swarm of bees was still active, and there were already several hundred of them.
"This time the harvest is so rich. I never thought that there would be so many divine consciousnesses of foreign gods frozen in the outer circle of this object."
The queen bee was filled with emotion.
The bees and insects were still sucking the divine consciousness from the "Heart of Winter", but they no longer spit golden honey into Pang Jian's sea of consciousness.
—Because Pang Jian is not needed for the time being.
"The limit of the human race..."
Pang Jian was very excited.
Considering the present Purgatory World, if one can condense more than one hundred spiritual consciousnesses in the Profound Realm of the Cave, he can be called a genius.
Then what should his three thousand spiritual consciousnesses be called
If he could only hunt down alien god puppets to increase his spiritual awareness when Purgatory was opened and the alien gods in the outside world focused their attention at this time, then he would be in an era where risks and opportunities coexisted.
What about catching up with this event that happens once every hundred thousand years
"Are the limits of our human race the best among all the races in the universe?" Pang Jian asked casually.
The queen bee thought silently.
Relying on its perception, Pang Jian looked at the space it was in, and his curiosity was aroused.
Inside the "Gate of Purgatory", deep in the vast and strange fog, the beehive was magnified a hundred times!
It was like a mountain of insects suspended in the void, with thousands of bee pupae in a dormant state, eager to obtain the energy and blood power in Pang Jian's body to break out of their pupae.
There are even more bees busy coming and going, spitting out honey in the hive.
The honey solidifies and is nourished by the magic inside the honeycomb, turning into a new bee pupa.
It was at this time that Pang Jian felt his weakness and discovered that the energy and blood in his body were less than a few tenths of their peak state.
After feeling it secretly, he knew that except for the vitality to maintain the normal survival of the body, the rest of the excess blood, flesh and energy were being absorbed by the bee pupae in the hive.
"Master, do you need to hear the truth?"
The queen bee traced the past through silence and harvested some memories from her soul, in the dim view of the huge beehive.
Pang Jian felt something was not right and said, "Yes!"
"To me, every bee insect I breed can be considered a strand of my spiritual consciousness, or an incarnation. However, they actually have independent spiritual intelligence, which just takes time to accumulate before they can be awakened."
"You see, it's over 7,000 right now."
"But this is not my limit, far from it."
"If I have enough divine consciousness, the total number of bees and insects I can breed should be over nine thousand. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine to be exact."
"No more than ten thousand, that's my limit, more than three times your three thousand spiritual senses."
The queen bee told the truth honestly.
Pang Jian didn't say anything at first, and after a long while he asked, "Is it because you are gifted? The Ice Clan, the Flame Clan, the Thunder Clan, and the Ghost Clan are far behind?"
"Well, maybe."
The Queen Bee pondered and recalled some memories. She said, "I remember that your human talent is not very high, and you are not outstanding in any aspect. Your soul talent is not as good as mine, not as good as the ghost tribe, and not as good as the ghost demon tribe. There are more than a dozen tribes that are superior to humans in this aspect."
"In terms of flesh and blood, the human race is at the bottom of the ladder and cannot be compared with most other races."
"But for some reason, I feel that many ethnic groups are afraid of humans and regard the Purgatory Humans as evil and alien."
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(End of this chapter)