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Wei Chen feigned calmness, seemingly determined to give up.
However, if he truly intended to give up, would he still remain in the passage? Would he still leave the Sea of Consciousness within the Divine Stone?
Wei Chen did not want to give up.
He had no reason to abandon his pursuit, and even more compelling reasons to continue.
He did not want to die; for his family, for the Demon Realm, that was just one reason.
But it was not enough to make Wei Chen relinquish the most profound Mental Attack Technique.
Having already acquired the Nine Techniques, each one was more formidable than the last.
So, how powerful would the tenth Mental Attack Technique be?
Did Wei Chen have any reason to give up?
Even if he secretly provided himself with countless reasons, he could not suppress the deepest desire within his heart!
Wei Chen stood in the passage, gazing at the final stretch ahead shrouded in mist. After feigning calmness, his body began to tense up little by little.
It was no exaggeration; Wei Chen's palms were already sweating.
"Should I take a chance?"
"Should I give it a try? The strongest Mental Attack Technique is right in front of me. If I give up now, I might regret it for a lifetime."
"My Mental Strength can still withstand some pressure, but is it enough to pass through this final stretch? What should I do?"
Wei Chen's mind raced as he considered various possibilities, the most likely being that if he ventured further, it would lead to a dead end.
In the outside world, the overwhelming pressure could be somewhat managed; with the Reprint in hand, he could withstand a significant portion of the oppressive aura. However, here, within the confines of his Mental Strength, there was no room to utilize the Reprint—he couldn't even draw it out.
In the Sea of Consciousness, no external force could be relied upon.
That Wei Chen had come this far was already a miracle.
Relying on formations and experience, he managed to reduce the pressure from the divine stone by one level. Otherwise, with his Mental Strength, he would only have been able to reach the eighth segment at most.
Inside the Zongwu Hall Main Hall, the Old Master closely monitored Wei Chen's condition. He noticed beads of sweat forming on Wei Chen's forehead and saw his body trembling slightly, clearly indicating intense psychological turmoil.
Seeing this scene made the Old Master anxious. He thought to himself, "Fellow, you must not get into trouble. Know your limits and don't push yourself too hard!"
The Old Master was familiar with this situation; years ago, when his consciousness had been within the divine stone studying the Mental Attack Technique, he had experienced similar struggles.
He understood Wei Chen's mindset at that moment.
"Fellow, as long as there's still hope, there's no need to take unnecessary risks. Don't joke around—hurry and withdraw!"
Though he thought this way, reality proved otherwise. To his horror, the Old Master saw blood beads beginning to emerge from Wei Chen's exposed skin!
Wei Chen's body shook with urgency!
"Damn it! If you really die here, I'll be at a huge loss!"
The Old Master muttered angrily under his breath, anxiously pacing around Wei Chen.
In the Sea of Consciousness, Wei Chen clenched his fists tightly, stepping deeper into the passage one step at a time.
Each step felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds, as if he were dragging a mountain beneath him, moving incredibly slowly.
Wei Chen's movements resembled slow motion, progressing with the determination of a tortoise, yet unwaveringly advancing into the depths.
Inside the divine stone, Wei Chen was merely a Mental Strength Phantom. When his Mental Strength was abundant, his body became somewhat solid; however, when his Mental Strength wavered, he gradually turned transparent, as if he were an illusion.
In the Temple of Martial Arts, Wei Chen's body erupted with fine droplets of blood, resembling a person who had lost all their blood, filled with terror.
Even Old Master saw that Wei Chen's muscles were tearing little by little, flesh and blood spilling out to reveal bones stained with blood.
Such a situation left Old Master feeling conflicted, anxious, and tense.
"If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have given him the divine stone!"
"Why is this child so ruthless?"
"My plan was that if he truly died, then Duke Sui's Residence would be completely offended."
Old Master understood that the Wei Chen from the Demon Realm had taken over Sui Guo Gong Fu Wei Chen's body, completely imprisoning Sui Guo Gong Fu Wei Chen's soul. If something happened to the Demon Realm's Wei Chen and his Mental Strength was destroyed, then Duke Sui's Residence's Wei Chen would also be doomed, with no chance of revival.
"Child, you must not come to harm!"
...
In the passageway, Wei Chen continued to move forward.
The kind of pain was slower than a snail, an unprecedented suffering, as if one were burning their own soul.
Wei Chen's body gradually became ethereal, almost indistinguishable from the shadow of a consciousness constructed within the passage.
Yet, there were eyes that shone with a determined fire, piercing straight ahead!
Even as Wei Chen's body faded, that gaze remained steadfast and passionate!
That gaze was both faith and an overwhelming sense of tragedy!
The immense and terrifying pressure did not cause Wei Chen to retreat even a single step. After adapting to that pressure, his steps became somewhat lighter.
Meanwhile, in the great hall, Wei Chen was a bloody mess with exposed bones, driving Old Master to the brink of despair.
Old Master could already foresee the scene when news of Wei Chen's demise reached Duke Sui's Residence—an enraged Wei Jian leading the Army to storm the Temple of Martial Arts.
The Temple of Martial Arts would not go to war with Duke Sui's Residence because of his negligence, and he did not wish to see the Temple and Duke Sui's Residence engage in a full-scale conflict.
The only way out was to offer Wei Chen up to protect the Temple of Martial Arts.
"Well, it has come to this; if death is inevitable, then so be it. I will return the position of Hall Master to Yue Songyang, as a way to repay his kindness from years ago."
Old Master looked at the increasingly unrecognizable Wei Chen, his heart turned to ashes.
……
Wei Chen continued to move forward, or perhaps it was that gaze that kept moving ahead.
The body constructed from Mental Strength completely vanished, leaving behind only a gaze.
Yet the flame within that gaze was also gradually extinguishing, becoming dim and lifeless.
Wei Chen wanted to laugh, but he couldn't muster a smile.
"Is it really impossible to obtain the strongest Mental Attack Technique?"
Just as Wei Chen's body was on the verge of complete collapse, the Divine Realm within his Dantian suddenly opened.
Old Master watched as a complete world, Phantom, enveloped Wei Chen.
In just a few breaths, Wei Chen's body returned to its original state, even his skin became softer than that of a baby, evoking envy in countless women!
Old Master stared in astonishment at the world swirling around Wei Chen, lost in thought for a long time.
He had no idea what that inexplicably appearing phenomenon surrounding Wei Chen truly was.
With his limited perspective, he could not comprehend the significance of such a marvelous sight.
If the true leader of the Southern Ming Divine Domain, the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming, were present, he would surely be amazed, panicked, and delighted!
That was the Divine Realm!
The Divine Realm was the greatest distinction between the Supreme God and an ordinary Sixth-Level Deity!
The Supreme God, possessing the Divine King Token, could shape the prototype of a world within himself; that was the greatest benefit of the Divine King Token.
All the Supreme Gods, due to the existence of the Divine King Token and the temptation of the True God, obeyed the Bloodshed Shop, which was both a helplessness and a form of glory.
However, the eighteen so-called Supreme Gods within the Endless Divine Realm were not yet qualified to possess a true Divine Realm. Relying on the Divine King Token, they at most held a False God Realm.
Only the true higher-ups of the Bloodshed Shop could rely on their own strength to forge a genuine Divine Realm.
That was the distinction of the source of power.
The shallow-minded Old Master, who had never interacted with the Bloodshed Shop, naturally did not know how terrifying the strange phenomena surrounding Wei Chen truly were.
Wei Chen's Divine Realm shot out from his Dantian, not only repairing his body in an instant but also injecting a vast amount of Mental Strength into Wei Chen's Sea of Consciousness.
In the Divine Stone Passage, Wei Chen's body suddenly became more solidified.
He noticed his transformation and felt an overwhelming joy.
"The Paralyze Divine Realm, you damned thing that has plagued me for so long and absorbed so much of my energy, are you finally here to help me?"
With an excited heart, Wei Chen strode forward, completing the final stretch of his journey.
At the deepest part of the passage, Wei Chen looked at the writing on the wall, and his excitement abruptly vanished.
What profound Mental Attack Technique was written on that wall?
It was merely the random doodles of a bored person!
It seemed to be saying, "I'm so bored, I'm so lonely, I'm so isolated..."
Wei Chen was dumbfounded.
What the hell is going on?
Bored? Lonely? Isolated?
"Damn it! Are you crazy?" Wei Chen shouted, jumping three feet into the air, his face filled with rage.
He felt like he had been played. After all the hardships he endured, nearly losing his life to get here, only to find someone writing about how bored they were?
What kind of nonsense is this Mental Attack Technique?
It felt as if he had suffered a million tons of mental damage. That Mental Attack Technique was truly formidable...
It could turn an excited person into a drenched chicken.
Wei Chen was that utterly frustrated drenched chicken.
"Whoever created this godforsaken stone must be out of their mind! I thought it was some powerful Deity with strong Mental Strength behind it, but it turns out to be such a scam. You might be bored, but don't drag others down with you!"
"Damn it, I almost died because of you, and this is the outcome? I want to curse!"
Wei Chen cursed loudly for a while, his face looking as if he had eaten something terrible. He felt like he had indeed consumed something awful, a wave of nausea washing over him that he couldn't expel.
He slumped down on the ground, feeling hopeless and on the verge of tears; he truly wished for death at that moment.
"I curse you to be lonely for the rest of your life, you damn predecessor."
As Wei Chen stood up and looked around again, he noticed that everywhere was filled with phrases like "I'm so bored" and "I'm so lonely," leaving him utterly speechless at the absurdity of the predecessors who created the Divine Stone.
"I'm out of here. You can keep being bored, damn it," he cursed, his figure beginning to fade as he started to retreat.
But just then, a voice suddenly emerged.
"Child, do you really not want to chat with this lonely old man? Since you're already here, why not keep me company? You definitely won't regret it."
Wei Chen was taken aback, his form solidifying instantly.
He turned towards the source of the voice, which came from the wall of the corridor!
A middle-aged man with a smiling face emerged from the wall.
"Child, I'm really so bored!"
The middle-aged man looked at Wei Chen, his face full of smiles. There was a teasing quality to his expression, but also genuine joy. It was as if he hadn't seen another person in hundreds of thousands of years and was suddenly delighted by the appearance of someone before him.
Wei Chen was astonished. There was still a living soul within the Divine Stone?
Before Wei Chen could respond, the middle-aged man flew right in front of him, staring intently at his head for a moment before frowning and saying, "Child, there seems to be some issues with your soul! If this continues, it won't be long before your Mental Strength completely collapses."
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