Wang Xuan was originally very peaceful, taking a walk in the Stone Forest of the Ancient Sages, but now he felt a little upset, his adrenaline was surging, and a strong emotion was spreading deep in his heart.
Not only did he see his eldest brother's statue here, he also heard some fragmentary news about his descendants. He smuggled back to the Extraordinary Center, but he was maliciously targeted!
"I have a nephew who came here many years ago." Wang Xuan's heart was in turmoil because his brother's descendants had been bullied here.
He was uneasy because he didn't know whether his nephew had left this place safely in the past, and he wanted to find out the truth of the incident.
The stone forest area is very large, flowing with gentle Tao rhyme, like the ripples of a spiritual lake, rippling here, bathing in it, very comfortable. The conversation between the two men was temporarily suspended. A man in modern clothes, with short black hair and a stern face, holding a standard sword, kept slashing at the face, neck and other vital parts of Wang Yusheng's statue, but was blocked by the Tao rhyme every time and could not break through for the time being.
Wang Xuan stood in the distance and watched for a while, then observed the extraordinary people in other areas of the stone forest, listened to their conversations, and gradually gained a certain understanding of this place.
These stone tablets and statues have their origins. They are records and partial restorations of some "extraordinary people" in ancient times.
Only supreme beings can possess such means. This should have been arranged by a true saint. Through the rhyme of Tao in this stone forest, one can witness some extremely powerful figures in history, as well as truly great legends.
It was somewhat beyond Wang Xuan's expectation that Wang Yusheng would be placed here. After all, his reputation was not very good and he was wanted by several True Saint Dojos.
However, when he saw the short-haired man constantly swinging his sword and "greeting" Wang Yusheng, he also understood that he was treating the king as a sparring partner and needed such an image.
If you want to compete with famous people in history, you must first break the Dao rhyme covering his body. Only then can you be pulled into the battlefield of sages and gain the qualification to fight.
Wang Xuan had a somewhat indifferent look on his face. This man was really determined. He had been practicing sword skills here for six years and was still persevering.
The short-haired young man was indeed extraordinary and his strength could be said to be very strong, but he was still far from being able to be compared with outstanding historical figures.
No matter what, that was a statue of Brother Wang Xuan, with a similar Taoist charm simulated on it. If any random hostile young man could break it, then what did it matter?
"I failed again this time!" The young man with short black hair took off his shirt and threw it heavily on the ground, looking a little depressed and indignant.
The man in green who had been watching here said, "Not bad, it is difficult to pass Wang Yusheng's level. Moreover, even if you can use the Dao rhyme to show some superficial results, you will most likely not be his opponent when you really enter his battlefield of sages. He is a pervert!" He was dressed in a more retro style, like an immortal sword from ancient times, with a somewhat otherworldly feel, waist-length hair, a handsome face, and a sword case on his back.
There was a cold look in Wang Xuan's eyes. He knew the identity of the short-haired man. He was from the Tattoo Palace. No wonder he was so hostile. In the past, Wang Yusheng had killed one of their aliens!
After learning his identity, Wang Xuan was furious, and his eyes changed, because the people of the Tattoo Palace had killed his sister. The old king had specifically mentioned this to him and asked him to remember it. Obviously, the king killed the strange man of the Tattoo Palace in order to avenge his sister.
The people in the Tattoo Palace are wanted for this reason, and their hostility is still strong. Moreover, they once groomed the king's offspring.
Everything is clear. It is a very simple relationship. The person next to him is from the Paper Temple. The two dojo are natural allies. They come from the same camp.
Rumor has it that there is a more mysterious existence behind the Tattoo Palace and Paper Temple.
In the past, the True Saints of the Tattoo Palace and Paper Temple were close to extinction, and were even thought to be dead, but they all survived in the end because they were "assisted" by unpredictable creatures behind them.
Wang Xuan frowned, a little confused about the identities of the short-haired young man from the Tattoo Palace and the extraordinary people nearby.
He had killed Zhou Tai, a five-time limit breaker from the Paper Temple, and suppressed Cheng Dao, the strongest disciple of the Tattoo Palace, so much that he could only rage after losing the Fu Dao Niu, but could not get it back.
Now, the people Wang Xuan met seemed to be strong too, but there were not so many people who broke the limit five times in this world. He opened his spiritual eyes and scanned carefully, gradually seeing some essential problems and guessing what the situation was.
"Are they the so-called late bloomers? A group of old geniuses!" These people are not so good at breaking through limits in the early stages. They focus on accumulating their foundation rather than consuming it prematurely, and improve their cultivation and realm at a set pace.
Only in the later stages will they tap their maximum potential and make up for their so-called shortcomings, which is called "late bloomers."
Anyone who wants to walk this path must be able to endure the loneliness of getting up early and not being able to show their achievements, and resist the temptation of the prosperous world. They must watch others standing in the brilliance, while they themselves look back in the dim light and set out on the road alone.
Those who want to take this path need to have great perseverance and be "hardworking monks". Otherwise, they may lose their balance in the middle of the journey. This is because many geniuses of the same generation have risen too early and are hanging high above them, while the "hardworking monks" may be very ordinary in the early days and can only watch from a distance.
This kind of people come from behind and rely on two methods: either they accumulate enough power and start to break the limit, or they turn to the path of imperial transformation. Late bloomers have a control and research on their own body and spirit that far exceeds that of ordinary people. The textures of imperial transformation are engraved with meticulous details and amazing complexity.
Of course, they are all very old and need years to endure, rather than suddenly exploding in a certain period of time and drastically consuming their own potential.
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