Lao Dao turned to look at Qin Ze: "You?"
Qin Ze said calmly, "It seems everyone is waiting for me to break through."
The guild leader obtained the remains of an ancient god, and his current cultivation level is at least at the Demigod Level, so it's not surprising that he has similar Deduction abilities.
At this critical juncture, sending a Constellations with Hall of Stars Source Power to Snow City has an obvious purpose.
Lao Dao seemed to have thought of something, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Focus on your breakthrough. As long as I'm still in Snow City, I can protect you."
Qin Ze asked curiously, "How did you break through to Level Nine back then?"
After two days of trying, he discovered that breaking through the Level Nine barrier was not as simple as just accumulating cultivation points.
If he had the ability to accumulate cultivation, he would have broken through long ago.
From the moment they started their journey back, the Meditation Group members worked overtime without a moment's rest.
Qin Ze could clearly sense that he was only a thin veil separating him from breaking through to the Level Nine, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't break through it.
Lao Dao replied, "I remember I just took a nap, and I broke through the barrier the next morning."
Upon hearing this, Qin Ze couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Breakthrough in a dream—who is truly the protagonist?!
The Dharma King said on the Local Area Network, " Lao Dao probably hasn't slept in decades. Suddenly taking a nap can be considered an epiphany in a dream."
Magician: "I get it, Pretty God slept too much and overslept."
Brother Devour to himself, "Why did I break through directly?"
Mist Lord: "Because you're not human!"
The Dharma King grinned. "That's what it's like to not be human. As long as you keep consuming Soul Orb, everything will be fine. But for the Pretty God, there are many more things to consider."
Seeing Qin Ze's worried expression, Lao Dao said, " Level Nine is the first barrier to human potential; the second is Demigod; and the third is godhood."
"This is just theory. These days, very few people can even break through the second level, let alone the third."
"And to break through the first barrier, cultivation level is only one aspect."
Qin Ze asked, puzzled, "Isn't cultivation the most important thing for a martial artist?"
Lao Dao raised his hand and tapped his heart. "And faith."
An unbreakable belief will help you overcome all obstacles.
A series of question marks appeared above Qin Ze's head; he was completely baffled.
What are your beliefs?
Lao Dao drew his twin swords from his back, which once again formed the imposing battle blade.
"The knife is my belief."
"I firmly believe that I and my sword will wipe out all Human Race invaders."
Qin Ze seemed to understand, but not quite.
Rather than saying that the sword represents the Saber King's belief, it would be more accurate to say that his belief is actually about protecting Human Race.
Qin Ze muttered to himself, "And what is my belief...?"
Lao Dao sheathed his sword. "Only you can ask yourself this question; no one else will know the answer. Think about what you most want to protect."
Sanmu had asked a similar question before.
But here's the crux of the problem: the Pretty God doesn't seem to have anything in particular she wants to protect.
Seeing Qin Ze's constipated look, Lao Dao offered another suggestion.
"Or you could try experiencing a life-or-death battle."
Between life and death, people often have moments of profound realization.
Qin Ze was troubled again upon hearing this.
There are few things left that can threaten his life.
He himself is an "over-standard monster," and he also has Heavenly King and numerous cattle and horses.
Moreover, Pretty God has been playing top-tier matches since her debut, so he's long been used to it.
Qin Ze's first thought was of the Strange God in the Chaos.
But if he were to enter the Chaos again now, it would be no different from suicide; enlightenment isn't achieved this way.
Qin Ze looked at the Saber King and said, "How about we spar? You can help me with my cultivation."
Lao Dao shook his head. "You said it was just a friendly spar, I wouldn't kill you, so how could there be any talk of a life-or-death crisis?"
Qin Ze muttered to himself, "Damn it! Could it be that I really have to fight my way back to the Chaos to break through?"
Lao Dao said in a deep voice, "No rush, take your time, we still have time."
Having said that, Lao Dao left the scene to continue guarding his Gate of the Abyss.
Qin Ze looked up at the swirling snowflakes and suddenly felt an urge to shout "No!"
He stood in the snow for a long time, thinking, but he still had no clue.
"Look at my new work!"
Upon hearing the sound, Qin Ze looked towards the snow-covered ground not far away, where Miss Sword Case had just completed her masterpiece, building upon the original work by the woman.
Miss Sword Case drew Qin Ze and herself again; in the drawing, the two good friends worked together to knock off the woman's head.
Qin Ze exclaimed, "Great! It looks much better than before."
Miss Sword Case was delighted to receive praise from her good friend.
Qin Ze sighed, "Since things have come to this, we can only go now..."
Dharma King: " Chaos?"
Qin Ze shook his head. "Go get some sleep first."
The clones. "..."
"The great detective has arrived! Get out of the way!"
The Magician, leading Big Black dog, came in aggressively.
Even though the place was spacious, he still managed to squeeze Qin Ze to the side.
" Black Treasure, let me smell it!"
Big Black's face was full of worry.
Give it a Shelter Space or something, and it can easily handle it.
You can't expect it to find a coffin by smell; it's not a dog.
Under pressure, Big Black could only pretend to lower his head and sniff around on the ground.
After smelling it for a long time, I found nothing.
The Magician slapped the dog's head hard, exasperated. "What use are you!"
Big Black let out a soft whimper, neither daring to speak nor to be angry, softer than a cotton ball.
Qin Ze said calmly, "I'll dig three feet into the ground if I have to, I'll see that coffin."
His intuition told him that the coffin was connected to the treasure of the two gods in mythology.
The voices the two old men in the basement heard earlier belonged to the woman.
The woman possessed power originating from the same source as the Hall of Stars, and the coffin was her spoils of war; it was hard not to arouse speculation.
Qin Ze returned to his camp, covered himself with a light blanket, and took the opportunity to try his "Enlightenment at Longchang."
But this night was a sleepless one for the clones, because they were really digging three feet into the ground with their diamond shovels.
A cave somewhere.
The bronze coffin lay on the ground.
Fairy, Ma Yan, A Niu, and White Hair surrounded the coffin.
The Fairy looked at the White Hair: "Are you alright?"
The woman nodded. "I'm still a little dizzy."
The Fairy said irritably, "Is this how you support us? We haven't even seen the Hall of Stars yet, and we almost got chopped down by the Saber King."
White Hair said guiltily, "I'm sorry, Twins Constellation sister, it's all because I wanted to stay and see what the Circus members are like."
The Fairy scolded A Niu: "She's immature, and you're immature too?"
"Have you wasted the last few decades of your life, huh? You can't even take care of a little girl properly..."
A Niu didn't even have a chance to say a word back, and had no choice but to endure it.
The Fairy vented her anger, releasing all the pent-up frustration she had accumulated over the past three years of Slacking on the Sidelines sarcastic remarks in the group chat, onto A Niu.
Ma Yan stepped in to smooth things over. "That's enough."
Tell me about this coffin, where did you dig it up from?
Mentioning this, White Hair immediately perked up. "These are my spoils! Oh right, and A Niu's too!"