The path of Taoism.

The fourth passage.

Zhao Fan's figure is manifested in it, which is consistent with the description of Jianming Supreme. This is a strange time and space.

The flow of time seems to be stationary, but it is also like running water passing by.

It's like no matter how long you stay in this space and time, the time outside does not change at all, not even a moment, which is equivalent to the situation in the eternal world.

It's more than that.

In this space and time, there is no light, no darkness, and no elements such as time and space.

It is utter nothingness.

Apart from Zhao Fan himself, there is no other existence, not even a speck of dust.

"One hundred billion years."

At this time, a familiar voice sounded, "After a hundred billion years, you can pass the fourth level. During this period, if you can no longer persist, when your abnormal state is about to be irreversible, you will be automatically moved.

The path to enlightenment."

That voice... was extremely recognizable. Zhao Fan had heard it during the second level. It came from the origin magic circle covering the entire path of the Taoist body.

"One hundred billion years."

Zhao Fan had an idea in his mind whether he heard Jian Ming Supreme say it before or now. It was a long, long time. What the specific experience would be like, but he couldn't imagine that he had only been born for less than one thousand and five years.

Over the past hundred years, during the journey of cultivation, I have entered the cave where time is accelerated several times, but compared to the current one, it seems to be as short as a snap of a finger and not worth mentioning.

"In one hundred billion years, there is no opponent. The biggest opponent is myself..."

Zhao Fan thought about that sentence, but he still couldn't understand it yet.

"start!"

After the sound of the origin magic circle fell, it stopped ringing again.

As for Zhao Fan, the fourth level has officially begun.

"Is it that simple?"

Zhao Fan leisurely took out the fine wines and delicacies, and ate and drank heartlessly.

In this way, ten years passed.

I enjoyed it very much at first, but starting from the ninth year, I got a little bored.

Until this moment, he put away the food and drink with a slap of his hand, thinking that one hundred billion years would be a great opportunity for advancement, and wanted to study the secret book of the Supreme Law.

But what makes Zhao Fan dumbfounded is that in this space and time, his understanding seems to have stagnated, and he has spent twenty years standing still.

He did not believe in evil and turned to the five ultimate sword skills from the second page of the "Eternal Relics". It was still the same, without any understanding effect, just like facing the wordless heavenly book, knowing nothing about it.

Useless effort!

Zhao Fan gave up the idea of ​​wasting time with cultivation, but what else could he do?

He found that there seemed to be nothing he could do except eat, drink and sleep.

Then go to sleep!

After not sleeping for thirty years, Zhao Fan was indeed sleepy.

I slept in a hazy state.

But when I woke up, I found that I had only slept for a hundred years. Including the previous ones, a total of one hundred and thirty years had passed.

Not only that, when he closes his eyes now, he feels restless, even sleeping is bothersome!

Zhao Fan stood up and lay down again. He opened his eyes and was so bored that he exploded.

"Well... it's better to reminisce about the past. At least it will be spiritually fulfilling."

Zhao Fan first took a deep breath, and then roared fiercely into nothingness, as if he had roared away his worries, then put his hands behind his head and began to remember the first day he could remember.

Even, lest the time did not pass slowly enough, I did not miss out on bargaining with the stall aunt.

At the same time, no matter big or small, after recalling one thing, I will think about it for a long time. After all, more than a thousand years of experience are capital used to resist a hundred billion years of boredom, so I have to save some money.

"Haha, when Qianqian met me for the first time, she was wearing cherry-flavored lipstick. When I said it, I commented on it as if I had eaten a dish. The expressions of the classmates around me were really vivid."

"Seventeen is hidden in the painting. Pink Skull forced me to draw a fairy skin."

"When Chun'er lost her memory, she really should have taken a photo with her mobile phone. I wonder if she would have the urge to beat me to death after watching it now."

…

"Little Mink...appeared at my place in the middle of the night."

"That time I almost fell into the hands of the warriors of the Zhao family. Fortunately, Ji Lan showed up in time with the Qingfeng Sword."

…

One year after another.

Year after year.

The past that I couldn't recall in the past has finally come to an end, and now Zhao Fan has come to the road of Taoism.

Zhao Fan came to his senses, but only 3,700 years had passed since the breakthrough.

"..."

Zhao Fan was speechless for a while, then said amusedly: "Then let's recall it again."

The second time I recalled it, when my thoughts were brought back to the real path of Taoism, it was already the fifth thousand years.

"No, keep reminiscing. It's so exciting anyway, you won't get tired of it no matter how many times you do it."

Zhao Fan actually had a premonition that something was not good, but he still comforted himself.

Reminiscing over and over again.

However, the time consumed is getting shorter and shorter.

It took only three years to complete the ninety-seventh recall, because most of the things I had thought about over and over again were boring and resisting, so I subconsciously passed them by.

It's like the holes in a sieve getting bigger and bigger.

The things being filtered are getting bigger and bigger, and the farther back they are, the less they can stay on top.

Zhao Fan resisted and fell into memories again.

A year later, I came back to my senses without expression.

Then continue to remember.

On the 129th recall, it was shortened to half a month.

"I don't want to, I don't want to!"

Zhao Fan shook his head and muttered. He was already afraid of memories. He was worried that if he continued like this, those few beautiful memories would make him conflict. If he didn't even think about them, what's the point of living?

Zhao Fan calculated the time.

One hundred billion years, only 4,019,391 years have passed.

Not even a zero could be wiped away.

The memories are almost squeezed out.

"The past can no longer be touched, so let's touch the future."

Zhao Fan adjusted his strategy in time and imagined the future.

One choice may produce a butterfly effect.

Therefore, there is a lot of room for imagination.

Zhao Fan was immersed in it and relished the fantasy.

if……

if.

if!

As it approached 20 million years, he had finished imagining all the directions he could assume.

Later, Zhao Fan changed the target of his fantasy from himself to the people around him. The fate of many relatives and friends, and all kinds of what-ifs... Who would he think he was going to take over if he didn't know?

It has to be said that this is a big and time-consuming project.

When Zhao Fan finished thinking about all the intersecting futures, not only had he passed 100 million years, but he had also passed 300 million years!

But at this moment, unprecedented emptiness came one after another.

Zhao Fan looked confusedly at the void ahead, not knowing what to do or what to think.

It seems that there is nothing that you won't get bored of no matter how many times you go through it.

"what to do……"

Zhao Fan panicked.

This kind of emotion is out of control, and the sporadic thoughts at first gradually become a disaster.

He stood silently doing nothing for a year. As time went by, his eyes became numb and even more numb.

However, the moment of true despair has not yet reached the point where it cannot be reversed.

Therefore the automatic shift is not triggered.
Chapter completed!