Kong Ming never expected that the third prince of Nanyang died under Shi Zhongyu's conspiracy after leaving. After all, he was not a true god who knew everything.
For Kong Ming, after passing through the khaki light in the cave, it was equivalent to arriving at the 302nd floor of the Babel Tower.
What surprised Kong Ming was that when he came out of the teleportation array, he was not in any special space, but in a very empty stone passage, with a stone staircase behind him leading down.
Looking at it like this, could it be that the 302nd floor of the Tower of Babel is just the 302nd floor and not an independent space
Kong Ming looked around and saw a few stone windows scattered on one side of the passage. He could see the blue sky and white clouds outside as if they were very close at hand!
Is this really an ordinary 302nd floor of Babel Tower
In fact, if we really want to say ordinary, this place is not ordinary, because there are obviously extremely powerful restrictions around it. Even Kong Ming thinks he has no ability to destroy anything here, let alone break out of the tower.
The blue sky and white clouds you see through the stone window can at best be a picture that soothes your mood, but it is impossible to have real contact with it.
No matter why the 302nd floor of the Babel Tower looks like this, but when it comes to the trial of the Road to Babel, this is it. At that moment, Kong Ming put away the doubts in his heart and walked forward along the passage.
The passage extends in all directions and has twists and turns. It is as complicated as a maze. If an ordinary person walks in such a passage, it will not take long before he will be completely lost.
However, Kong Ming studied the Eight Formation Diagrams carefully and found that a maze that was only somewhat complicated at best could not stump him at all. In a short time, he had mastered the rules for getting out of this maze. As long as he turned left at every three and right at every fifth, I believe You will soon reach the end of the passage!
As for whether there will be others ahead of Kong Ming and whether they will meet in the passage, I can't say for sure now!
After about a stick of incense, Kong Ming reached the end of the passage smoothly. An upward stone step appeared in front of him, shrouded in a layer of earthy yellow light.
However, there was a white-haired old man in front of the passage, crossing his legs and blocking the stone steps. There was a three-foot long sword across his knees, but the sword was stained with rust, and the original appearance of the sword could no longer be seen.
The white-haired old man heard Kong Ming's footsteps, raised his head and glanced at Kong Ming, then quickly lowered his head, as if all his attention was on the rusty sword in his hand.
Seeing such a scene, Kong Ming naturally understood that this seemingly silent old man with white hair should be the gatekeeper on the 302nd floor of the Babel Tower. If you can't get through the level of the white-haired old man, don't even think about going to the next level.
At that moment, Kong Ming cupped his hands towards the white-haired old man and said, "Senior, I wonder if the stone steps behind you lead to the lower level of Babel Tower?"
Kong Ming's words were obviously asking questions knowingly, but the white-haired old man raised his head, glanced at Kong Ming blankly, and murmured to himself: "Ask me for advice? Then who should I ask for advice?"
"Everyone in the world cultivates Yuan Li, but I am obsessed with swords. I have been studying the way of swordsmanship for hundreds of years. I believe that all laws in the world are universal. Since cultivating Yuan Li can lead to becoming a saint, doesn't it mean that practicing Sword Dao cannot lead to sainthood? It's a pity that time flies. , hundreds of years have passed in a hurry, but I have no clue. The sword in my hand cannot resist the erosion of time and has changed beyond recognition. Is it necessary to wait for the sword in my hand to rust into a pile of ashes before I can cut off my swordsmanship? the road?"
"Who should I ask for advice? Who should I ask for advice??"
At this point, the white-haired old man seemed to become very excited. He held his sword in front of and behind his knees, and stretched out his hands to tear his hair. In a short time, the white hair on his head was messy, like a chicken coop!
Kong Ming looked at the white-haired old man carefully. Although he didn't know the origin of the white-haired old man, he knew that what he said made sense. At least the theory that all laws are universal was not wrong.
Otherwise, in the previous civilizational eras, whether it was the demon civilization or the magical civilization of the elves, peerless strong men could emerge, and their cultivation methods were all different. Even now, the top elves who practice magic can also compete with the emperor-level human beings, but there are no saint-level ones.
However, although the theory that all laws are universal can be said in the past, it is extremely difficult to achieve the word "tong".
After all, a cultivation method has been explored many times by predecessors before finally forming a system. No matter how talented you are and how quickly your realm improves, you are just standing on the shoulders of your predecessors and exist within the same cultivation system.
Cultivating Yuan Li is a cultivation system that has been perfected to the extreme by humans. Whether it is magical powers in the inner world or breaking the shackles and becoming a saint in one fell swoop, humans can stand at the top of Tianyuan Continent. No matter whether they are aliens or monsters, they can't compete with humans!
It is basically impossible to transcend the cultivation system of Yuanli, not even Kong Ming can do it!
At least, it cannot be done by one person alone. At least it requires countless people from generation to generation to study and explore before it is possible to succeed!
The white-haired old man has pioneered a new path in the way of swordsmanship, but by himself, let alone studying hard for hundreds of years, even if he is given thousands or ten thousand years, he cannot create his own way of swordsmanship!
This situation is so similar to working behind closed doors! No matter how much energy you put into it, or how brilliant your ingenuity is, it is simply not possible for just one person to create a new one!
The only possibility of success is that the white-haired old man has the ability to change the atmosphere of the entire Tianyuan Continent, causing everyone to abandon Yuanli and practice swordsmanship. Then with the collective efforts, maybe hundreds or thousands of years later, swordsmanship can flourish. Develop and form a cultivation system that is not inferior to the weak!
There is nothing wrong with the principle that all methods are accessible, but manpower is sometimes limited. It is impossible for one person to walk out the Tao. Only when there are more people walking, can the Tao be finally formed!
At that moment, Kong Ming bowed his hands to the white-haired old man and said: "The seniors have such great ambitions, which really impresses the juniors. However, manpower is sometimes poor, and blindly trying to get things done often fails. It's better to take a step back and look again, maybe the scenery in front of you will be better. What's the difference? Putting down the obsession in your heart does not mean putting down the sword in your hand! If one person can't achieve something, what about gathering the strength of everyone? If one generation can't achieve something, then what if we continue to work hard generation after generation? I don't think humans can do it in the beginning. The method of cultivating Yuanli, but to this day, it is me, the human race, who dominates the continent, and the countless strong men who cultivate Yuanli have laid the foundation for our humanity to last forever!"
After hearing what Kong Ming said, the white-haired old man actually nodded and murmured: "Yes, manpower is sometimes exhausted, how can everything be as desired? My mentor also taught me this way, but I I just can’t let go of the sword in my hand, and I can’t let go of this obsession!”
Having said this, a ray of light suddenly burst out from the eyes of the white-haired old man. He stared at Kong Ming and said: "I am a genius. I have followed my mentor since I was ten years old and entered the path of cultivation. I was promoted to general before I was twenty. , entered the Commander level before the age of forty, won the first place in the Kyushu Competition, and even realized the magical power of the inner world before he was a hundred years old, entered the Emperor level, and became the pinnacle figure in Tianyuan Continent!"
"Throughout my life, everyone has said that I am a peerless genius who is not seen in thousands of years, but I feel ashamed myself, because the skills I have practiced and the achievements I have achieved are just repeating the path of my predecessors! If you want to To be a true genius, you must create your own way!"
"After having this idea, I decided to use my favorite sword as my way and strive to create a new training system. Unfortunately, it turned out that hundreds of years were wasted and nothing was accomplished. Instead, the cultivation of Yuanli stopped. Before, I was surpassed by my senior brothers who were far inferior to me! I remember that my mentor once sighed before the deadline came. If I hadn’t been unable to let go of such whimsical obsessions, I might have achieved supreme achievements long ago. Master Guang’s sect Got it!"
"But it's a pity that I really can't let go, I can't let go! How can I just let go of hundreds of years of time? Once I let it go, what are these hundreds of years of my time? Everything is Is the effort in vain? I won’t give in, I won’t! Maybe if I work harder, just once, I can break through the shackles and really create a method of practicing swordsmanship? "
Having said this, the white-haired old man's eyes became extremely fanatical. He picked up the rusty sword in one hand, pointed at Kong Ming from a distance, and said: "Young man, if you can break into this place, you must be a genius among the younger generation." You're a character. Why don't you do me a favor and feed the sword with your body, maybe you can help me create a way of swordsmanship, which can be regarded as a good story!"
Kong Ming looked at the white-haired old man, then at the rusty sword in his hand, and sighed slowly: "It seems that the senior has failed the master's expectations. Not only can't let go of the obsession in his hand, this obsession On the contrary, my thoughts are getting deeper and deeper! Senior, after hundreds of years of vicissitudes of time, wouldn’t it be wrong to regard this as a dream? Is it possible that such a dream will continue for thousands or thousands of years? "
The white-haired old man shook his head and said: "Even if it is a dream, I don't want to wake up from it, and I can't bear to give up such a dream! Young man, why don't you accompany me to chase my dream?"
As the white-haired old man spoke, he suddenly waved the rusty sword in his hand. Thousands of sword energy surged out in an instant, sweeping towards Kong Ming!
(End of chapter)