Cosmic Demon

Chapter 280 You are Qin Wuxiang!
The taste of death is not about being enveloped in darkness, losing consciousness, and returning to nothingness.

When Qin Shi opened his eyes, his mind was like a mirror shattered by a heavy hammer, broken into pieces.

He experienced a rare and unprecedented sense of emptiness.

This is a side effect of the intense release of life.

"The penalty for failure is indeed severe, as it costs about half a year of one's lifespan."

Old Qi has lived from the time of the original Ten Heroes to the present day. Just how thick is his health bar?

Qin Shi finally managed to regroup his spiritual body, but the light dimmed slightly, no longer as bright as before.

He couldn't help but marvel at how long Qi Wuxiang's health bar was.

The kind of approach taken by "The Only Way Through the Ages" seems destined for a short lifespan.

Old Qi actually outlived He Lanchan and even the other ten heroes, becoming the most steadfast "senior".

Simply incredible!

"Overcoming yourself and breaking through your limits... it's easier said than done."

Qin Shi used the Void Meditation Method to absorb energy factors through the inner landscape, nourishing the damaged mind and consciousness.

He closed his eyes and recalled the battle, including the details.

Then, we use our strong mental fortitude to conduct a review and deduction.

"I underestimated myself. I shouldn't have tried to launch a preemptive attack and kill one of them... They are flesh and blood split apart, active and cohesive, possessing all my inheritance, including my fighting habits."

Qin Shi pondered, his mental energy seemingly undergoing a transformation.

Beams of spiritual light were refined to be dazzling, like stellar rays.

The sacred embryo, which had never had a form before, revealed its true appearance this time.

Like a divine halo surrounding a constellation of stars, the blazing white-gold sun illuminated the darkness.

The sea of ​​consciousness expands outward, like a widened swimming pool, with a continuous stream of water flowing into it.

"The next step is to advance to the state of meditation and cultivate one's spiritual world."

Qin Shi was completely satisfied after perfecting the sacred embryo.

Reaching this stage in the psionic path is pretty much the ceiling.

As for the subsequent stages of sitting in oblivion and manifesting sainthood.

These two levels cannot be reached simply by working hard enough.

They place more emphasis on certain special talents.

If one can say that the path of martial arts can be rewarded through sweat and hard work.

Then the path of psychic energy depends entirely on talent and luck.

The number of admissions to the Department of Psionics at any of the four major national universities is often the lowest each year.

Many times, they can't even recruit students who meet the requirements.

However, the pride and standards of the four major national universities will not allow them to lower their standards.

"Old Qi's path is to pursue the infinite growth potential within himself and to tap the potential contained in his mortal body to the extreme."

Flesh and blood split apart, vital energy coalesced, transforming into a self to take on challenges.

Qin Shi pondered the various insights that occurred at the level of consciousness, until he was "killed".

For a moment, his mortal body fell into silence, like a vegetable, even his heartbeat stopped.

Then the life force is stimulated, boils and surges, awakening it.

"In other words, if my vitality is not strong enough, I might actually die?"

Qin Shi clicked his tongue in amazement. No wonder Lao Qi was able to lead the first generation of ten heroes and become the four-time champion at the pinnacle of stars.

This isn't about developing vitality; it's like gambling with your life on a tightrope.

The slightest mistake could result in utter destruction!
"It's unbelievable that Lao Qi has lived so long."

Qin Shi did not blindly follow Qi Wuxiang's lead. He remembered that Lao He had said that the other party came from a prominent family in Haizhou and had received a twin precious tree as a gift on his tenth birthday.

In terms of cultural heritage, it definitely ranks among the top.

Qin Shi was deep in thought when Lao Qi gave him a difficult problem as a test.

As a numerical monster, the strongest opponent is none other than oneself!
How can we overcome challenges, continuously evolve, and keep moving forward until we reach the end of our journey?

“Every time you kill a ‘self,’ you can extract a ‘growth potential’ from it and get closer to the ‘limit’.”

Qin Shi's thoughts sparked with friction, and he stepped into the inner landscape once again.

Super Xiao He, who is currently absorbing the "Void Meditation Method," seems to have gained several sizes and become round and chubby.

The image of the originally aloof, white-haired boy gradually transformed into that of a chubby young man.

"Ouch!"

Qin Shi was surprised.

"No one can help Qi Wuxiang on his path. His 'The Only Way Through the Ages' is known as the 'inheritance with the highest mortality rate in Eastern Xia'."

Super Xiao He seems to understand Qin Shi's purpose:
"This path doesn't depend on your comprehension or aptitude; it only depends on whether you dare to die."

The stronger one's mortal body becomes, the greater the challenge and the more times one may die.

I can't help you.

Having absorbed too much of the essence of "Void Meditation Method," the already overweight and reclusive Super Xiao He shook his head.

"In that case, I'll just give myself ten years of lifespan."

Having confirmed that there were no shortcuts available, Qin Shi began to seriously consider how to "solve the problem".

He came into contact with "The One and Only Way Through the Ages" too late, and his mortal body, which had broken through the five limits, possessed an excessively strong foundation.

The flesh and blood split apart, and the "self" that was actively condensed was extremely powerful, making it very difficult to deal with.

"It's no easy feat to take on ten people at once."

While pondering, Qin Shi died twice more, burning away about a year of his life before struggling out of the dark and depressing feeling of death.

"Is this my limit?"

Qin Shi was unwilling to admit defeat. Although losing to Lao Qi was not shameful, he had burned several years of his lifespan and still hadn't been able to pass the level.

This made him very unhappy!

Starting from the old factory street, embarking on the old martial arts journey, and opening up new paths.

They all take the speedrun route.

How can we let Lao Qi's question stump us and stop us from making progress!
Since it was called "the proud sun", the Qin Dynasty naturally had an air of arrogance.

He gritted his teeth, like a teenager addicted to online games who couldn't control his spending, and wagered another five years of his life.

In the vast and boundless sea of ​​consciousness, thunder roared, divine light burst forth, and deadly moves intertwined!
"How can his health bar be so thick! How can he be so durable! He can't even die from a headshot..."

Qin Shi was cursing and swearing as he fought.

For the first time, he truly understood how disgusting "numerical monsters" could be. He also finally understood how desperate his opponents, like Zhou Yuanchen and Ji Yuqi, must have felt.

boom!
Qin Shi unleashed a punch, unleashing the imagery of the Hundred Forms Refining Power, with wind, forest, fire, and mountain subtly merging together to form a small world of ever-changing existence.

Faced with formidable adversaries, various traditions were rapidly integrated into oneself, and a torrent of understanding erupted.

The "self" that clashed with Qin Shi was shattered, but its powerful physique allowed it to recover quickly and deliver another blow.

Under the pressure of "The Art of War", the vitality is like a divine sword cutting through the sky, tearing apart the atmosphere and shattering the raging torrent!

Qin Shi was pierced through, running from his right shoulder to his chest, almost severed in the middle.

The rich aura of blood swept in like a waterfall, condensing into crimson particles.

This is an extreme manifestation of the purity of vitality.

Both sides suffer!

"It's gotten so bad that they're trading blows, lowering my health bar, and then using a tag-team strategy to win."

Would I really resort to such despicable fighting tactics?

Qin Shi was very suspicious.

He gasped for breath, gradually getting used to the suffocating feeling of drowning in the deep sea and then regaining consciousness.

How exactly do I beat the game?

Having suffered several setbacks and lost eight years of his lifespan, Qin Shi returned to the Inner Realm to continue summarizing and reflecting.

Every detail that could be optimized has been perfected.

Whether it's seizing the right moment, unleashing a killer move, or passing on the torch and operating in succession.

"What's the difference?"

Qin Shi sat cross-legged in the inner scene. In terms of the difficulty of the challenge, he could at most fight five people at once, but he couldn't fight ten people at once.

And it's impossible to complete.

Facing ten formidable opponents with stats equal to your own.

Even if it were a legendary figure like Qi Wuxiang who was chasing after the God of War, Qin Shi would still believe that the other party could not do it.

Therefore, he felt that there was some kind of "problem-solving approach" that he had not yet figured out.

"Special ability? But even if I increase the 'amplification' to thirty or even fifty times, my own strength will also increase. I still can't beat them!"

Qin Shi pondered without success, then looked at the chubby Super He, who was too busy to offer any help.

"Why don't we ask the official Lao He?"

He left the inner scene and found a white-haired figure sitting with his back to the void.

"You're overthinking it; the answer is actually right there in the riddle itself."

The essence of emptiness meditation lies in using 'emptiness' as a form of 'meditation', thereby encompassing all kinds of images of the universe and refining them for one's own use.

The same question, unique throughout history, what should be its core essence?

The question posed by the white-haired figure was like a lightning bolt piercing through the fog, suddenly cleaving open Qin Shi's mind.

"The only one? Constantly killing myself, transforming and evolving, seizing 'their' growth potential, and helping my true self stand at the peak!"

The white-haired figure nodded slightly, then asked:
"Then how do you become the 'only one'? Think about it carefully."

Qin Shi is like a student whose name is called in class. He calms down and thinks hard, replaying each death scene frame by frame.

Like a broken marble, the surface of an asteroid is covered with cracks.

The white-haired figure was as insignificant as a speck of dust in the Qin Dynasty.

The latter lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly said:
"Surpass! I must surpass myself to become the only me!"

The white-haired figure's eyes revealed a look of satisfaction; this talent was indeed no less than his own.

"That's right. You need to accept your 'self'. The vitality of your flesh and blood within your mortal body is mobilized, condensed, and forms countless beings identical to you."

Qi Gou isn't very bright, but he's certainly resolute.

His book, "The Only Way Through the Ages," is a path he finally forged after summarizing and observing various schools and their true teachings.

Because he was too arrogant and proud, he believed that in the vast world, apart from himself, there was hardly anyone who could be considered a worthy opponent.

As Qi Gou said, this is an invincible path.

Therefore, an invincible spirit and an invincible belief are needed.

Without this, you can't surpass everything.

The white-haired figure's words were a revelation to Qin Shi, making him suddenly realize the truth.

"But you don't look like the kind of person who's wildly arrogant and overbearing. So you can't learn that."

Just as Qin Shi was overjoyed, thinking he had learned something, the white-haired figure added.

His lips twitched immediately, as if he had been doused with cold water in the midst of excitement, and he felt an urge to swear.

Old He's personality is truly awful!

No wonder it became a lifelong psychological trauma for Old Zhang!
"Master He, is there anything I can learn?"

Qin Shi suppressed the curse that was rising in his throat and asked sincerely.

"I can help you."

The white-haired figure was decisive this time, giving a straightforward answer.

"How does Master He plan to help?"

Qin Shi, however, felt wary.

He had figured out He Lanchan's temperament. Compared to Lao Zhang and Lao Liang, who were easy to talk to, Lao He was a master of setting traps at every turn.

It's easy to bury yourself in it if you're not careful.

"I have transcended martial arts and psychic powers, and my mind has reached the realm of divine manifestation."

The white-haired figure spoke.

Ok?
and then?
Qin Shi did not understand.

"When the mind enters a state of deep meditation and a sacred embryo is formed, one can hypnotize the minds of others."

A smile appeared on the white-haired figure's face, which was usually cold and aloof but was now as gentle as a spring breeze, leaving Qin Shi feeling amazed.

To be fair, Lao He is indeed handsome; no wonder he was so popular when he was young.

"Hypnosis? Master He, you want to..."

Qin Shi subconsciously looked up and met the white-haired figure.

Before the words were even finished, my head exploded with a "buzz," as if a bronze bell had been struck, with dull sound waves rolling endlessly and echoing in my sea of ​​consciousness.

"You are Qin Wuxiang."

The white-haired figure uttered five words softly.

(End of this chapter)