One night before the final game, Ancheng was still bright under the night.

From the Bell and Drum Tower to the Yanta Furong Garden, colorful lights connect to bright fire trees and silver flowers. Between them, the convoy flows into the intersecting river of light on the highway, and millions of rivers rush between the continuous steel forests. Under the night sky, the lights of the city look so brilliant.

But beyond the outside world, the Yushan Campus of Kunlun University is still silent. The classical school buildings stand quietly in the dusk, like thinkers sitting alone at night.

"Tomorrow will be the last battle of the Immortal Games."

In the office, Wang Huapi, who turned into Wei Ze, listened to the report brought by Liu Xiucai, lit his chin and said, "It's already this time, but Lord Wei still has no intention of leaving the confinement?"

"That's true." Liu Xiucai behind him nodded, "Before entering the pass, Lord Wei did not mention the time of his departure. He only said that if something happened, he would act according to the will he left. Judging from his arrangements, it seemed that everything within a few months would be taken into account."

"Yes, after all, he is the Lord of Kunlun..." Wang Huapi sighed, "So, what's the situation with the student he selected this time?"

"Do you think of that Jie Tianyang?"

Liu Xiucai pondered for a moment: "He has agreed to take over the artifacts given by the school. Now, Yun Shen has completed the preparations in the middle. Tomorrow, he will complete the last trial given to him by the university."

"Have he taken it on his own? It seems that Lord Wei is indeed keen on talent."

Wang Huapi sighed lightly, turned back, and looked through the office window to the Houde Book Pavilion standing under the night sky.

A strange layer of light was emitted from a corner of the book pavilion. Unlike the dazzling golden light of Yan Ruyu's Wendao's aura, the light shines out a faint white, but gives people an invisible sense of oppression.

"I just don't know... after this time, can we still see the former Lord Wei."

...

In the direction where Wang Huapi was staring, in the closed secret room of Houde Book Pavilion, the entire space was covered by vast spiritual power.

It was obviously just a narrow room that was only about ten square meters, but at this time, the entire room was stained with spiritual power. At first glance, the white seemed to be endless, like an endless void.

In this white spiritual void, the figure sitting upright in the center is the only color.

He closed his eyes slightly, his half-long hair and beard swayed slightly on his shoulders, and he automatically sat upright in this void, as if he had been here for thousands of years.

This is Wei Ze who was in seclusion.

Of course, if someone else was here, he might not be able to recognize him - although his face and clothes looked nothing unusual, the face was as dark as a stone carving, without any expression.

And in Wei Ze's own consciousness, another picture appears.

His mind sinks, and his spiritual consciousness falls into the sea of ​​consciousness, staring at the golden body of the Nascent Soul sitting and lying on the Dantian.

The golden body, which looked the same as him, was trembling, making a slight vibration, like some kind of note that ordinary people could not understand.

He had long discovered that although this condensed golden body was indeed allowed to be mobilized by himself, it seemed that there was something more... something that did not belong to him.

During the period of retreat, he was always trying to connect the golden body with his spiritual sense, which was unexpectedly difficult.

But today, he finally heard the meaning contained in that "note".

“It’s too early.”

Too early?

Wei Ze was slightly stunned and sent the idea of ​​inquiry towards the golden body. After a moment of silence, the second answer came.

"It's too early to break through here."

Is this saying... He broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm too early?

Wei Ze felt suspicious. Logically speaking, his cultivation was linked to the development of the school. If he broke through too early... would he have to blame the little sheep for being too powerful and providing him with too much spiritual power?

Of course, he didn't intend to completely believe the information contained in the golden body. It would be better to say that this made him suspicious.

"Who are you?" he asked to the golden body.

The vibration stopped. Jin Ying didn't speak.

Wei Ze did not give up and threw out the questions three or four times in a row, but still received no response.

"Why is it said that the breakthrough is too early?" He thought about it, and then asked the second question.

This time, Jin Ying vibrated again.

"It's still unbearable in this world."

"You can't bear it yet."

Can't bear it? What to bear? Should I bear the power of the Nascent Soul?

This condensed Nascent Soul warns itself that it cannot bear its power?

Wei Ze's heart moved slightly. Under the guidance of the heart sound of the Nascent Soul, he suddenly remembered all the words that had been ignored before.

"You haven't noticed that your temperament has become much less indifferent recently?"

"The inability to break through to the Nascent Soul is because you are not strong enough with fellow Taoist."

"Mr. Wei... you seem to be something wrong."

The reason why your cultivation cannot be further improved is because of your indifferent temperament and lack of spirit - can this sentence in turn be valid?

The lack of mental energy, the indifference of temperament, and the gradually calming emotions... In the final analysis, it is also brought about by the improvement of cultivation. According to the Nascent Soul, because it exceeds the limit that one can bear, it smooths one's mind, and perhaps... feelings.

...This is really a terrible guess.

Wei Ze thought so. He thought so, but he didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart.

——At this time, he couldn't feel "fear".

In the current situation, this does not seem to be a good thing. But for this reason, he can analyze what happened to him in the most calm and objective way.

The Nascent Soul, based on the primordial spirit, is the foundation of the cultivator, but now it has issued additional thoughts to itself.

If he said so, there was more than one will on him?

His path as a cultivator started when he received the "principal appointment letter". In other words, did this consciousness enter his body at that time and help him practice and improve?

After reaching the Nascent Soul, this other will finally begin to appear... The first thing that appears was to warn him.

At least for now, this is not harmful to him. After all, if he is really a maggot, he would not make a special sound to warn himself if he wants to harm him.

Besides, the letter of appointment was indeed taken by myself. Everything seemed so natural, and I didn't even feel anything abnormal.

...etc?

No exception?

Logically speaking, before the spiritual energy was revived, the practice of cultivating immortals should be a strange tale for ordinary people. But why did I not feel anything unusual when I received the appointment letter for the university of cultivating immortals?

"Did you choose me?" He once again tentatively asked the Nascent Soul, "Why?"

The Nascent Soul was silent for a while. Wei Ze thought it would not reply this time, but unexpectedly, after a moment, the golden body vibrated again.

"You are the inheritor."

"You are the true 'teacher'."

Wubo Wulan's thoughts suddenly trembled, and the spiritual consciousness connected to the golden body was disconnected, and he could no longer capture the sound from the Nascent Soul.

Wei Ze secretly calmed down and gathered some scattered consciousness again. However, he no longer tried to connect with the golden body, but just put his spiritual power into the sea of ​​consciousness and started to operate.

If the improvement of cultivation will really deprive him of his will. Then there is no doubt that no matter who wants to do this, he must fight against it.

To this end, he needs to reconcile his mind and regain the parts that belong to him.

He had to be sure that when he came out of seclusion, he was still himself.

As for what happened before this... we have to leave it to others for now.

...

When the new sun rose, Jie Tianyang opened his eyes from the bed, retracted his breath and returned to his abdomen, and completed a night of practice.

He exhaled the turbid air from his chest, looked at it early outside, so he took out his cell phone from his pocket, and habitually clicked on the official website of the Immortal Games.

The final list of the finals has been played on the official website. The one that attracts the most attention is the group located at the top.

The two names in that group are: Xiao Youyu-Han Jiangchen.

As expected, the remaining players received unprecedented attention in the end, and these two men became the center of everyone's attention.

"I have watched these two people's games, and both of them are so powerful! This game is quite interesting!"

"I heard that Han Jiangchen is a big life, and he can actually reach the final?"

"Don't underestimate this person. In Kunlun University, Qi Refining is the Foundation Building Envoy, and a freshman is the sophomore, and a basic fucking."

"Although that's the case, the student president on the other side is the president! The sophomore is also very strong. Even if he can beat ordinary old students, this is a bit unlucky, right?"

"Indeed, this time, there is no need to worry about destroying public property in the barrier. That Xiao Youyu must have a big game! Will there be a thunder escape formation?"

"I'll bet on the president first, and if I get slap in the face, I'll tell me."

“…”

In the discussion page, there have been nearly 10,000 comments from netizens like this. Judging from the tendency to vote, the number of votes for these two people is basically 50,000.

But, all this has nothing to do with him.

No matter what the final result is today, it is not his game.

His field is in another place.
To be continued...