three days later
Great Desolation Monument The world outside is more lively than three days ago.
Not only did the number of disciples watching not decrease, but they increased in number.
Not only Desolate Hall, but almost all the disciples from the Heaven, Earth, and Hong Halls came out to surround this withered yellow mountain peak.
Even some elders who usually lived in seclusion appeared one after another, standing in twos and threes at a high place, their eyes fixed on the thousand-foot giant monument.
The news spread throughout the Dao Sect three days ago, and it only took one stick of incense for Luo Heng to get Monument Spirit's approval from entering Great Desolation Monument.
A stick of incense.
This number was like a bomb, exploding up and down Dao Sect. Dao Sect has been a sect for thousands of years, and no one has ever been recognized by Monument Spirit in such a short period of time.
Even the amazing Zhou Tong from a hundred years ago took more than a month, and adding the time for realization, it took more than two months!
But now, a new disciple who has been in the profession for less than half a year has shortened this record dozens of times.
Ying Xuanzi and Gan Zhanglao also appeared in public view.
Two Samsara Stage strong men stood side by side, standing on a high platform closest to Great Desolation Monument. Ying Xuanzi was dressed in white, standing with his hands behind his hands, his face calm, but there was a trace of unconcealable expectation hidden in his deep eyes.
Gan Zhanglao's hair was also a little messy, but his eyes were astonishingly bright, staring at the giant monument.
"Sect Master, how long do you think it will take for this kid to come out?" Gan Zhanglao said, his voice hoarse.
Ying Xuanzi was silent for a moment and said, "Great Desolation Scripture is Heavenly Martial Arts. The amount of information is huge, and the difficulty of understanding is far beyond ordinary martial arts. It took Zhou Tong nearly two months to complete the training. Luo Heng, even if his understanding is higher, it will probably take more than half a month."
Gan Zhanglao nodded without refuting.
He also thought so, Heavenly Martial Arts is not a cabbage on the street, it is a treasure that can make Life and Death Xuan Stage strong men break their heads to fight for it. Even those Reincarnation Stage old monsters only practice this level of martial arts, and the training is extremely difficult. No matter how talented Luo Heng is, half a month is already the most optimistic estimate.
Chen Zhen and Wu Dao stood on another high platform, with smiles on their faces, but there was a trace of nervousness hidden in the smiles.
"Brother, do you think Luo Heng is good?" Wu Dao couldn't help but ask.
Chen Zhen glanced at him and said, "Don't you always have confidence in him?"
"You have confidence, but Great Desolation Scripture is different after all." Wu Dao rubbed his hands and said, "That's Heavenly Martial Arts. Senior brother Zhou Tong used it for nearly two months."
Chen Zhen didn't speak, just cast his eyes on the giant monument and prayed secretly in his heart.
Gu Mo is sitting on a remote rock with his eyes slightly closed, seemingly resting his mind, but his Spiritual Power is always shrouding Great Desolation Monument, paying attention to Luo Heng's every move.
This kid, I always underestimate him.
Ying Xiaoxiao stood at the front of the Heavenly Hall disciples, looking at the huge monument with cold eyes, with mixed feelings in his heart.
She had also experienced Great Desolation Monument back then and knew how difficult it was. She was excluded without even seeing Monument Spirit's face.
As for Luo Heng, she was recognized with just one stick of incense. The gap was even bigger than she thought.
Ying Huanhuan stood beside her sister, her hands twisted together unconsciously, and her eyes stared at Great Desolation Monument without blinking.
"Sister, why hasn't Luo Heng come out yet? How long will it take?" she couldn't help but ask, with a hint of anxiety in her voice.
Ying Xiaoxiao glanced at his sister and said, "It's only been three days, why are you so anxious? Great Desolation Scripture is Heavenly Martial Arts. It takes time to practice."
"I know." Ying Huanhuan bit his lip and said, "But I just want to see him quickly."
Ying Xiaoxiao curved the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "Didn't you just call him a bastard? Why do you think so now?"
Ying Huanhuan blushed, turned away, and said, "Asshole is a bastard, I miss him because I miss him, these two things are not in conflict."
Ying Xiaoxiao shook his head and didn't answer any more. This girl has a hard mouth but a soft heart. She scolds her happily, but she cares about her more than anyone else in her heart.
Within Great Desolation Monument.
Luo Heng stood up leisurely and patted the non-existent dust on his body.
Monument Spirit looked at the young man in front of him in silence, feeling an emotion that he had never experienced in his tens of thousands of years.
Three days.
This guy only used it for three days.
I have practiced <Great Desolation Scripture> to a small degree.
The last young man who came to meditate, the one named Zhou Tong, took more than a month to complete the practice.
That was already the fastest it had ever seen. It thought that even with Luo Heng's stronger talent, it would only take ten days and a half.
But now, this kid only used it for three days.
Monument Spirit has lived for tens of thousands of years and has seen countless geniuses, but this is the first time it has seen such a monster.
Its <Great Desolation Scripture> is Heavenly Martial Arts, not a cabbage on the street. Even the simplest entry requires a deep understanding of the Huang Wu method.
Geniuses recognized by it usually have to spend ten days and a half just to understand those obscure scriptures.
As for Luo Heng, there seemed to be no bottlenecks. From the beginning to the end, the journey was smooth, as if those scriptures were not his first contact, but something that had long been engraved in his bones.
What kind of monster is this kid?
"Thank you for the gift, senior." Luo Heng cupped his fists and saluted the stone tablet.
Monument Spirit was silent for a moment, and then the ancient voice slowly sounded, "You kid, you are indeed a monster."
Luo Heng smiled, didn't care much about the title, and said, "Senior, you've got the award."
"Excuse me? I'm not praising you." Monument Spirit said with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "I practiced my Great Desolation Scripture to a small degree in three days. How can you make me, the creator, feel so embarrassed?"
Luo Heng The corner of his mouth twitched, a little playfully, but he didn't speak.
Monument Spirit shook his head and did not dwell on this issue anymore, but said, "You are practicing too fast. Although the foundation is solid, some details still need to be polished. After you go back, you should study it carefully and don't rush for success."
"Yes." Luo Heng nodded.
Monument Spirit continued, "Be safe in the future, and don't forget what you promised me."
Luo Heng nodded and said seriously, "Senior, don't worry, I will bring someone over in a few months."
Monument Spirit said nothing more. The light on the monument flickered slightly, seeming to be watching him.
Luo Heng turned around, and his figure gradually disappeared into the internal space of Great Desolation Monument.
Great Desolation Monument Outside
There was silence in the world. Among the disciples who were watching, some were chatting in low voices, some were concentrating with their eyes closed, and some were practicing.
After three days of waiting, the initial excitement gradually subsided, but no one left.
At this time, the beam of light that enveloped Luo Heng slowly dissipated!
Everyone raised their heads while shaking their jaws.
The moment the huge beam of light shot out from the monument, everyone's eyes were focused on the figure sitting cross-legged. The beam of light became lighter and thinner, and finally dissipated completely.
The figure who had been sitting quietly for only three days appeared under the gaze of countless eyes.
There was a brief silence in the whole world.
No?
Is this only the third day?
Everyone was stunned. They blinked subconsciously, thinking they were hallucinating.
But Luo Heng is indeed there, and has already stood up, with a faint ancient yellow light lingering around him, and his clothes are fluttering gently in the wind.
"Three days? Only three days?"
"Did I see it wrong? Why did Brother Luo Heng come out?"
"Didn't it mean that Great Desolation Scripture is Heavenly Martial Arts, and it takes at least half a month to practice?"