"This is... Nezha?"

Ning Qi frowned and looked at the small figure half-kneeling not far in front of him. He had two gold steel rings hanging on his body and a hot wheel on his feet. It was quite similar to the figure in Ning Qi's memory.

, the coercion coming from him was many times stronger than the two giants in front of the Nantian Gate, and it almost made Ning Qi unable to move forward.

Taking a deep breath, Ning Qi raised his feet with some difficulty and continued to walk forward. After passing by Nezha, the pressure quietly disappeared.

Finally, he came to the main hall. On the plaque were written three characters: Lingxiao Hall.

"The legendary Lingxiao Palace where the Jade Emperor resides..."

Ning Qi smiled lightly and walked into the hall.

Wow.

Figures on both sides of the hall knelt down one after another. Ning Qi's eyes swept across their faces one by one and saw many characters similar to those in his memory, such as King Li Tianwang of Tota, Erlang Shen, the Eight Immortals...

They were half-kneeling and silent.

"This illusion is indeed real."

Ning Qi sighed, his eyes fell on the central high platform, but found that the seat where the Jade Emperor was supposed to sit was empty. Ning Qi was slightly startled, smiled, walked to the seat and sat down unceremoniously.

In an instant, Ning Qi's expression froze. He felt a terrifying breath coming from the chair into his body, frantically condensing his Eternal Immortal Emperor Dharma. In the blink of an eye, Ning Qi felt that the Dharma seemed to have already

He broke through to the highest level of heaven, and his cultivation realm also entered the Dharma Realm of Dzogchen!

"This speed..."

Ning Qi was not only not happy, but also a little shocked. Such a growth rate was too weird.

At the same time, outside the Tower of Mind, everyone watched in shock as the light on the Tower of Mind lit up layer by layer until it reached the tenth floor, and then gradually stopped.

The tenth floor!

This proves that Ning Qi has the qualifications to break through to the Creator of Five Tribulations, and the probability is extremely high. Even Xiao Wuye of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Sect can only break through to the ninth level!

"His qualifications are so terrifying!?"

Xiao Wuye murmured to himself.

"My little friend, how is this place?"

A faint voice sounded in Ning Qi's ears.

Ning Qi turned around and saw an old man with white hair and beard, holding a fly whisk and looking at Ning Qi with a smile.

"Who are you..."

Ning Qi's expression changed slightly, wondering whether the other party was an illusion or an existence created by the Tower of Mind to scare people.

"It's just a lonely ghost. I won't mention my name. I haven't answered the old question yet. What do you think of this place? As long as you sit on this position, your spiritual practice will continue to increase indefinitely. It can take as long as several decades.

As long as it takes a hundred years, you can break through to the Nine Tribulations Creator, or even be stronger..."

The old man said with a smile.

Ning Qi frowned slightly. He did feel that there was still a steady stream of energy in the chair, flowing into his body and condensing the Eternal Immortal Emperor's Dharma for him.

This scene is very similar to the absorption of the essence left by the evil Shura when he first condensed the Dharma. However, this power, for some reason, seemed a bit illusory to Ning Qi.

"Stay here? Don't be ridiculous, old man. This is just an ancient pagoda. Do you want me to stay here as a relic?"

Ning Qi smiled faintly, his thoughts turned quickly, and he quickly thought about ways to escape from this place. This place was so weird that he even felt that everything was an illusion, including his current breakthrough in cultivation and advancement in Dharma. They were all illusions!

"Since you don't want to stay here, I won't force you. I just hope that the good relationship formed today will be remembered by me in the future. By the way, outsiders call this place the Tower of Mind, with a total of thirty-three floors.

, right? In fact, this is the thirty-third level of Lingxiao. But the old man has already used a blind trick for me. No one knows that you have been to the thirty-three levels."

The old man smiled.

After saying that, before Ning Qi could ask anything, the old man suddenly waved his whisk, and the surrounding scene changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First, the splendid hall became extremely dark and full of ghosts. The half-kneeling Pagoda King and others on both sides also became missing limbs. Four of the Eight Immortals even lost their heads, leaving only their bodies. The one among Erlang God

One eye seemed to have been gouged out alive.

Seeing this scene, Ning Qi felt a chill on his back, and a cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to the sky. He quickly looked towards the old man, but there was no trace of him anywhere!?

Subconsciously, Ning Qi stood up and found that he could finally get away from this dusty chair.

"This place is weird, please leave first!"

With a secret thought in his heart, Ning Qi quickly left the Lingxiao Palace. He turned around and saw that only one-third of the plaque on the palace was left, with only the word "Ling". The rest seemed to have been chopped off by life.

Ning Qi immediately decided to return the same way. On the way, he saw Nezha again. At this moment, his face was covered with blood, and there was a bloody hole as big as a fist in his heart.

As he kept walking, Ning Qi saw the seven fairies in palace costumes from before. All of them had no heads. As they continued walking, a dragon with only dead bones left in its body and only some rotten flesh on its head was lying silently on the ground.

Outside the Nantian Gate, two thousand-foot-tall giants were left half-kneeling, with only their feet still half-kneeling, and the part above their navels disappeared without a trace.

Ning Qi left through the air. After dozens of breaths, he turned around and looked around. He could only faintly see the Nantianmen through the clouds and mist.

"Lonely souls and wild ghosts, the ruined heaven, is this my memory captured and transformed by the Tower of Mind, or...these gods and goddesses experienced a war, were finally defeated, and their souls are hiding here...?"

A trace of doubt grew from the bottom of Ning Qi's heart. Without more clues, he could not confirm whether what he saw was true or false.

If what the old man said is true, he has already reached the thirty-three days that even Immortal Emperor Daoyan has never been to!?

…

While Ning Qi was thinking, figures in the dilapidated Lingxiao Palace walked out of the hall, standing respectfully behind the old man, looking in the direction of Ning Qi.

"Laojun, if you give him all the remaining fairy spirit here, we... I'm afraid we will be annihilated in ashes."

Erlang Shen whispered.

A sad atmosphere filled the air around everyone.

"We don't belong to this world, how can we be annihilated by flying ashes? Don't look away. This tower is just the soul of a real immortal soldier who hid in it when he died. It was constructed by his memory.

Out of my waiting, waiting...it's just a dream..."

The old man said calmly.
Chapter completed!