boyutpedia Chapter 117 Success!
Chapter 117 Success!
The voice of the Lord of Time, like the echo of a distant mountain, gradually dissipated in the folds of time and space, and finally disappeared at the end of nothingness.
The distant and deep voice of the Lord of Time, like the first ray of sunshine in the morning mist, gradually faded away and finally merged into the boundless abyss of time and space.
Only Xinghan was left, standing quietly in this bizarre space.
Only a faint echo is left, gently rippling in the heart lake of Xinghan.
At this moment, his eyes seemed to have experienced a thousand years of baptism, becoming deep and bright, like the brightest stars in the night sky, flashing with wisdom and determination.
He slowly opened his eyes, and everything in front of him seemed both familiar and strange, as if he had traveled through tens of millions of years of reincarnation and finally returned to the other side of reality.
He slowly stood up, his figure straight, like a warrior from an ancient legend, with an indescribable temperament surrounding him - it was the calmness after experiencing vicissitudes, the open-mindedness after seeing the world, and the desire for endless exploration of the unknown world. Every movement of Xinghan revealed a transformation from the inside out. He was no longer the practitioner who was confused in the mystery of spiritual power, but a pioneer who was about to lead a new era of spiritual power.
His eyes showed both a deep reflection on the past and an infinite longing for the future.
His determination and perseverance were as unshakable as a rock. Even in the face of great difficulties and challenges, he could not retreat in the slightest.
A seed called "innovation" has been planted in his heart.
It is growing wildly, eager to break through the constraints of tradition and open up a brand new path.
It seemed as if new blood was really flowing under Xinghan's skin, which was a manifestation of his unprecedented deep understanding and control over spiritual power. Every inch of his skin seemed to resonate with the spiritual power of the universe, shining with subtle light.
He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The air around him seemed to become heavy and full of vitality. As he breathed, invisible spiritual energy waves spread out from him, gently touching the surrounding space, as if he was having a silent conversation with the world.
"Let me try and see if I can go one step further." Xinghan whispered in his heart, and his hands began to dance slowly. Every movement was precise and powerful, as if he was weaving a complex spiritual power network. He tried to mobilize the spiritual power in his body and let it flow and change according to his will.
In his first attempt, he concentrated his mind and gathered his spiritual power in his palm, trying to condense a spiritual power ball. However, the spiritual power seemed a little scattered at first, and it was difficult to condense into a shape. Xinghan frowned slightly, but he was not discouraged. Instead, he focused more on adjusting his breathing and the rhythm of the flow of spiritual power.
"Come again!" He shouted, and clasped his hands together. This time, under his guidance, the spiritual power finally began to slowly condense, and a spiritual power ball with a faint glow slowly took shape in his palm. Although it was still small, it was enough to make Xinghan feel a sense of accomplishment.
However, he was not satisfied with this. In his second attempt, he tried to transform the spiritual power ball into a more complex form - an eagle made of spiritual power. This required him to reach a higher level of control over spiritual power. He closed his eyes and focused, clearly sketching the shape of an eagle in his mind, and then slowly opened his arms, as if he was really embracing an eagle that was about to spread its wings and fly.
As he moved, the spiritual energy around him began to fluctuate violently, and finally condensed into a lifelike spiritual eagle between his hands. It flapped its wings and was ready to fly, its eyes flashing with sharp light, as if it could break free of its restraints and soar into the sky at any time.
"Good! That's it!" Xinghan exclaimed excitedly, knowing that he had taken an important step. But he knew that this was not the end. So he took a deep breath again and prepared for the third attempt - this time, he would challenge a more complex spiritual power construction and create a small formation that could self-circulate and continuously release spiritual power.
This time the process was even more difficult, and Xinghan focused almost all of his attention on controlling his spiritual power. His hands kept changing complex seals, and each change was accompanied by a violent surge of spiritual power. Finally, after countless attempts and adjustments, a small formation made up of countless spiritual power lines slowly took shape under his feet. It began to rotate slowly, releasing soft and stable spiritual power fluctuations, as if it was a miniature spiritual power source.
"Success!"
Xinghan gazed at the brilliant starry sky formed by his own spiritual power, and a surge of thoughts surged in his heart: "This is not only a display of power, but also a profound touch of the mysteries of the universe. Every star is like a small universe, containing endless possibilities."
"And I," he said to himself, with a hint of barely perceptible pride in his voice, "can hold these fragments of the universe in my hands and manipulate them at will. This power is both a gift and a responsibility."
Then, his eyes became more determined: "But strength is never the end. The truly strong are always on the road to becoming stronger." So, he immersed himself in the ocean of spiritual power again, silently thinking in his heart: "I want to show this power to the world in a more shocking manner."
As his thoughts surged, thousands of swords condensed and formed in the air. He seemed to hear each sword singing in a low voice, which was the desire for battle and the belief in victory. "The Falling Star Sword Formation," he whispered to himself, with a confident smile on his face, "This will be a nightmare that the enemy cannot resist."
At the moment of releasing this move, Xinghan seemed to merge with these swords. He could feel their trajectories in the air and the power of the falling stars contained in them. "Let the light of the stars illuminate our path and also illuminate the end of the enemy." He silently made a vow in his heart.
When everything was settled, Xinghan stood there, surrounded by a faint light. It was the afterglow of his spiritual power being exhausted, and it was also a symbol of his inner peace and satisfaction.
“Every attempt is a transcendence of self. And this road of transcendence is endless.”
He whispered to himself.
Xinghan stood at the top of the illusion, surrounded by a faint spiritual glow, as if he was an unparalleled powerful man who was about to uncover the mysteries of the universe.
Just as he was about to take that step, to break free from the shackles of time and return to reality, a mysterious and alluring voice, like the sound of nature, echoed in his heart:
"Hey, kid, have you forgotten your original intention so quickly? Don't forget, the legendary reverse spiritual power is still waiting for you in the depths of this illusion!"