Fang Han spent the next ten days on the road.
Depart early in the morning and rest in the evening.
On the way, he struck the manifested Spirit Pass with his spirit Divine Strength over and over again.
In the first few days, Spirit Pass was as solid as a rock, and every impact was like a stone sinking into the ocean without any ripples.
But Fang Han is not impatient, it just maintains a stable frequency.
The 512 times increase in Root Bone Talent is his confidence. Like most First Grade warriors, it is impossible to be stuck at this step for decades or even a lifetime.
He believes that even the level of Spirit Pass cannot trap him for long.
This is also true.
On the fourth day, he felt an imperceptible tremor during an impact.
On the sixth day, the first extremely fine crack appeared on the invisible dam, like the first crack on the ice.
The cracks are so small that they can almost be ignored, but Fang Han knows that once a crack appears, it means that it is only a matter of time before this level is overcome.
On the eighth day, the cracks expanded several times.
In the afternoon of the tenth day, the sun shone on the towering mountain gate of the Azure Profound Sect, glowing with tiny pieces of light on the bluestone.
Redfire stopped in front of the mountain gate with steady steps.
Fang Han jumped out of the carriage.
His expression was calm as usual, but if anyone observed carefully, they would find that there was an indescribable edge in the depths of those calm eyes than before he set off.
After ten days of non-stop impact, the cracks on Spirit Pass are clearly visible.
He vaguely felt that it was not far away from completely breaking this barrier.
"Back."
Fang Han reached out and patted Redfire's neck, then walked towards the mountain gate.
Redfire followed him, tail swung, and Dark Gold's vertical pupils lazily scanned the "two-legged beasts" on both sides of the mountain gate.
"Senior Brother Fang is back!"
When the disciples on duty at the mountain gate saw Fang Han, they quickly bowed and saluted.
Fang Han nodded slightly:
"Thank you for your hard work."
He didn't say much and walked straight along the mountain path towards True Transmission Courtyard.
No. 35 Annex's courtyard door was ajar, and Qui Lan was squatting on the porch tending a pot of orchids when he heard footsteps and raised his head.
Seeing that it was Fang Han, she quickly put down the flower scissors in her hand and stood up, dusted off the dirt on her skirt, and came forward to greet him.
"Brother, you are back."
"Hmm."
Fang Han walked through the courtyard and sat down on the stone bench under the corridor.
Qui Lan went to make a pot of hot tea and brought it over, and briefly told Fang Han what happened in the sect over the past month.
The most eye-catching thing this month is naturally the new Beginner stage disciple assessment.
Because of Fang Han's reputation, there are many good talents among the new Beginner stage disciples this year. The five strongest ones already had the cultivation level of Eighth-rank early stage when Beginner stage was born.
Excluding Fang Han, the overall quality of the new Beginner stage disciples this year is even higher than the year Fang Han was there.
Fang Han held the tea cup and listened for a while, nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.
At his current level, ordinary disciples can no longer attract his attention, and only at the level of True Disciple can he attract his attention a little bit.
After lunch, Fang Han came to Quiet Room alone and sat down cross-legged on the futon.
He closed his eyes, concentrated his energy Divine Strength again, and explored the invisible barrier deep in his mind that lay at the end of the spiritual sea.
In perception, the cracks in Spirit Pass have expanded a bit more than when we set off in the morning.
Fang Han slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and used Divine Strength's essence to launch another round of impact on Spirit Pass.
The sun outside the window slowly sets westward.
In Quiet Room, there are only the occasional slight sounds of turning clothes, and a more calm voice.
In the next few days, Fang Han stayed home.
Every morning after getting up, I sit cross-legged on the Quiet Room futon, close my eyes and concentrate, and use my energy Divine Strength to attack the invisible barrier deep in my brain over and over again.
The cracks on Spirit Pass are getting denser day by day. From the first few fine lines, they gradually spread into spider web-like cracks. Like thin ice on a lake in winter that has been repeatedly stepped on, it may completely break at any time.
Fang Han is not impatient.
He maintained a steady rhythm and used full strength in every impact, but did not rush into anything too greedy.
The powerful "Root Bone Talent" gave him an instinctive intuition about practice, allowing him to judge the status of this level extremely accurately, knowing when to increase strength and when to stop.
In the early morning of the fourth day, the sky was slightly bright.
Before Quiet Room Sandalwood Incense was finished, a thin wisp of smoke rose diagonally in the morning light.
Fang Han sat cross-legged, the hem of his green robe spread on the edge of the futon, motionless.
He concentrated his energy Divine Strength again, aimed at the Spirit Pass that was mostly covered by cracks, and pushed it over calmly and resolutely.
"Click--"
An extremely crisp and clear cracking sound sounded from the depths of my mind.
The sound was like ice cracking in spring, or like a bronze mirror that had been struck thousands of times and finally completely shattered.
Spirit Pass broke in response.
The energy Divine Strength that had been accumulated for a long time was like a torrent that broke a bank, rushing towards the space that suddenly opened up behind the barrier.
Then at the moment of influx, the essence Divine Strength began to liquefy.
Fang Han can clearly feel that the essence Divine Strength, which was originally formless and substanceless and diffused in the brain like light smoke, was compressed, condensed, and reshaped by an indescribable force at the moment it passed through Spirit Pass.
Just like water vapor condenses into dewdrops when it encounters cold, the originally erratic essence Divine Strength condenses one by one and turns into droplets of crystal clear liquid.
The first drop, the second drop, the third drop...
The pale silver liquid essence Divine Strength slowly gathered in the brain. Every drop was heavy and solid, with a completely different texture from the gaseous state.
"Whoosh!"
After a while, all the energy in Fang Han's mind Divine Strength was completely transformed.
He slowly opened his eyes.
There was no dazzling light, no shocking vision, but a layer of extremely restrained silvery luster appeared in those calm eyes, like moonlight falling on the surface of a deep pool.
The luster slowly faded away, but Fang Han knew that his essence Divine Strength had undergone a qualitative change.
He raised his hand and urged Wind Concept.
The sharp and clear power of Artistic Conception circulated around his body, and he attached his essence Divine Strength to it, creating a terrifying mental shock that was far stronger than before.
The power is far from comparable to that in the gaseous state.
"More than ten times."
Fang Han whispered to himself.
When the gaseous spirit Divine Strength is activated, the spirit Divine Strength attached to Artistic Conception launches a mental shock, which can kill the Middle Third Grade warrior at most.
At this moment, the liquid essence Divine Strength is attached to Wind Concept, and the impact is like a real sharp sword, which is enough to kill ordinary Upper Third Grade warriors.
If you are unprepared, even a master may be affected a lot.
"After the three levels of energy, energy and spirit are broken, the next step is to break through the master."
Fang Han sat on the futon and let his mind sink into his body.
Essence Pass has been broken, and liquid energy and blood are rushing like rivers between the muscles and bones.
Qi Pass has been broken, and liquid Internal Qi is flowing endlessly in Acupoints.
Spirit Pass has been broken, and the liquid essence Divine Strength is flowing silently in the brain.
The three forces are like three underground rivers buried deep underground, waiting for one day to connect with each other and merge into one rushing river.
Then it's time to become a master!
"Rest for a while first."
Fang Han stood up and moved his shoulders and back, which were slightly stiff from sitting for a long time.
The joints made several fine crackling sounds, which were particularly clear in the quiet Quiet Room.
He made no immediate attempt to attack the Grandmaster.
After more than ten days of high-intensity impact Spirit Pass, even with his current Break Three Passes background, he still felt a hint of fatigue.
Cultivation is like drawing a bow, you can't just tighten it.
He pushed open the door of Quiet Room, and the blazing sunshine came out.
Redfire was lying on the porch and taking a nap. When he heard the noise, he raised his head, flicked his tail, and lazily put his head back on his front paws.
Fang Han stood on the porch with his hands behind his hands, looking at the Emerald Bamboo bushes in the corner of the courtyard swaying gently in the wind, and the string in his heart that had been stretched for many days slowly relaxed.
He turned around and walked out of the courtyard gate, walking among the Azure Profound Sect.
There are many unfamiliar faces in the door, and they are the disciples of the new Beginner stage.
When these disciples saw him, they all showed admiration and admiration in their eyes.
Now that his strength is comparable to that of a master, he is like a legend to these disciples.
In the early morning of the next day, Fang Han sat back on Quiet Room's futon.
He closed his eyes and let his mind sink into his body.
The last step to break through the Grandmaster is to fuse the three powers of spirit, energy and spirit together to allow them to undergo a qualitative change.
"Peng--"
Fang Han tried to mobilize them, using the method in <Greenwood Poison-Avoidance Scripture> to bring the three slowly closer and in contact with each other.
However, the moment the liquid blood, liquid Internal Qi and liquid essence Divine Strength were about to come into contact, the three forces simultaneously produced a strong repulsive force.
It's like three magnets with the same pole. When they are forced together, they push each other away and bounce away.
"Sure enough it's not easy!"
Fang Han frowned slightly.
He had known that merging spirit, energy and spirit would not be easy.
Break Three Passes has many warriors, but none can successfully integrate their essence, energy, and spirit to break through to become a master.
Qingyang Prefecture Seven Sects has established a sect for hundreds of years, and only a few people have become masters in the past.
This is why there are only a handful of Qingyang Prefecture masters.
Fang Han Try again.
This time he will slowly push the three forces closer.
Qi, blood, Internal Qi, and essence Divine Strength were like three violent streams. Every time they were about to meet, they would bounce off each other, causing his control to become slightly disordered.
An hour passed, and the three forces were still distinct, showing no signs of merging.
"It looks like it will take a long time."
Fang Han opened his eyes, slowly exhaled a breath of dirty air, and whispered to himself, but he was not discouraged.
It is extremely difficult to integrate the three powers of essence, energy and spirit, and this process will definitely take a long time.
However, he is not worried about not being able to break through.
With his 512-fold increase in Root Bone Talent, even if the process is long, he will eventually be able to master it.
He closed his eyes again, let his mind sink into his body again, and slowly tried following the method.
The sun rises and sets outside the window, and the Sandalwood Incense in Quiet Room burns brighter and brighter.
Fang Han sat on the futon like this day after day, pushing the essence and spirit closer, colliding, and trying to merge with a stable frequency again and again.
The process was boring and slow, like dripping water piercing stone.
But he's not in a hurry.