Although it was a space of consciousness, the flow of time was exactly the same.
It seemed easy to wield a sword for 300 years without stopping, but it was actually as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
It repeated, repeated, and repeated.
Not only did it require strong willpower, but it also required a tenacious mental quality.
Without great perseverance, great wisdom, and great courage, it was impossible to complete it.
"That simple?"
"Can I just wield my sword for 300 years?”
"Without boasting, as long as I can obtain the Sword Maniac's inheritance, I can wield the sword for three thousand years!”
"It's too easy. Can we have a more difficult challenge?”
More than twenty inner disciples were all smiling.
They had never expected this.
Wasn't this too simple?
Only three to five people did not show any relaxed expressions. Instead, their faces were extremely solemn.
Obviously, he realized that this matter was not as simple as he had imagined.
Zhou Qing sneered in his heart.
Simple?
Not only was it not simple, it was extremely difficult!
In his previous life on Earth, there were many factory assembly line jobs.
The workers repeated the same work for nearly ten hours a day.
And the result?
The suicide rate was extremely high!
Many people simply couldn't withstand this kind of psychological pressure.
Even among those who did not commit suicide, the probability of suffering from depression was quite high.
That was ten hours a day, and it would last for a few years. At the very least, he could still eat, sleep, and play with his computer and phone after work.
And here?
He did not eat, drink, or sleep. He just had to repeatedly swing his sword every day. The most important thing was that he had to do it for 300 years!
How firm of a Dao heart did this require?
It was different from cultivation. Cultivation felt similar to sleeping. One could not feel the passage of time.
Therefore, even if he went into seclusion for twenty to thirty years, it would not have much of an impact.
However, wielding a sword was completely different. He could actually feel the passage of time.
Thus, the second stage began in a seemingly relaxed atmosphere.
He swung his sword!
He swung his sword!
He swung his sword again!
He kept swinging his sword!
Days passed.
In the blink of an eye, a year had passed.
At this moment, the relaxed atmosphere of the cinema in the pagoda had completely disappeared.
Everyone looked dispirited as they gritted their teeth and persevered.
"No! I can't take it anymore!" A disciple shouted hysterically, his eyes revealing thick fear and madness.
After he threw the sword on the ground, he disappeared in a flash of light.
With the first one, there would be a second one. More and more people gave up.
In the blink of an eye, another ten years passed.
The original twenty-six people were now left with nineteen.
It was worth mentioning that Zhou Qing planned to clock in here and give it a try.
Wouldn't it be a huge profit if he could spend 300 years of free time?
However, the clock was calculated according to the time in real life.
Three hundred years had passed in the space of consciousness, but it had only been a moment in the outside world.
Zhou Qing continued to swing his sword with some regret.
Fifty years passed.
There were only nine people left.
Zhou Qing was also gritting his teeth and persevering. He had once thought of giving up.
But he persisted.
"If you can't even persevere through this, how can you live forever without a firm heart towards the Dao?”
Zhou Qing's eyes were filled with determination as he continued to swing his sword.
Two hundred years passed.
There were only three people left in the pagoda.
The three of them had disheveled hair and dirty faces. Their eyes were lifeless and dull, and their eye sockets were deeply embedded. It was as if their consciousness did not exist.
They could no longer feel the passage of time. It was as if they had become machines that only knew how to swing their swords.
"Sword swing."
"Sword swing."
The three of them murmured unconsciously, and the movement of their swords had long become an unconscious reaction.
If he continued, not to mention three hundred years, even three thousand years would not be a problem. This was because his mind had long been blocked and he could not feel the passage of time.
"Whoosh!"
With a gust of wind that came out of nowhere, the three of them shivered and woke up.
"Ah! No, no!"
A slightly plump cultivator shouted crazily. His eyes were filled with endless fear. After throwing down his sword, a flash of light flashed and he disappeared.
Zhou Qing also woke up. It was as if he had been freed from the endless sea of hell. A seductive voice kept ringing in his heart.
"Give up. As long as you give up, you'll be free from the sea of suffering.”
"Give up. As long as you give up, you'll be free from the sea of suffering.”
"Give up. As long as you give up, you'll be free from the sea of suffering.”
Zhou Qing was unmoved, and the determination in his eyes shone again!
"I won't!" Zhou Qing let out a low growl! He swung his sword fiercely!
"Giving up is the real endless sea of bitterness!”
The system was only a support, and only those with great perseverance, wisdom, and courage could become true experts.
This world never lacked geniuses, nor did it lack people with great luck.
No matter how beautiful you were, in the end, you were still a skeleton.
Even if you were a prodigy of a generation and had a vast territory, in the end, you would still turn into a pile of yellow soil.
The state of mind was the fundamental reason that determined a person's upper limit.
Zhou Qing had transformed at this moment. His Dao heart had become incomparably firm.
This trial seemed torturous, but it was actually a huge tempering and improvement for one's mental state.
Disciples who could persist for more than 200 years would definitely have great achievements in the future.
In fact, this was indeed the case. In the past 3,000 years, every disciple who could persist for more than 200 years, if they did not die, would eventually become a pavilion master or an elder of the sect.
These people were all cultivators with a firm Dao heart. If not for the limitations of the sect's resources and cultivation techniques, their achievements would definitely be much higher than they were now.
Finally, three hundred years passed.
Zhou Qing and the other disciple were the last.
The two of them didn't seem like a lot, but in fact, it was already quite a lot.
In the past, when the legacy was opened, it was not unheard of for no one to persist until the end.
Their unkempt appearance had also completely recovered.
After three hundred years of sword-wielding, a hint of wisdom and experience appeared in their eyes.
Then, before the two of them could react, the stone tablet emitted a dazzling light that shone on the two of them.
......
Outside the pagoda, the disciples shook their heads and sighed, regretting their actions.
"If only I could hold on a little longer.”
"Sigh, how can I persist? Even thinking about it now makes me feel scared.”
"Eh? Tuoba Ye has appeared!"
"Could it be that Tuoba Ye also failed?"
Golden light flashed in front of the pagoda. In the end, the disciple who had persevered with Zhou Qing appeared outside the pagoda.
"What's going on?" Tuoba Ye was bewildered as he searched left and right for Zhou Qing.
He remembered that he and Zhou Qing had persevered until the end. After the stone tablet emitted light, he had been teleported out, but what about Zhou Qing?
Xuan Weiyang looked at Tuoba Ye and said anxiously,"What happened? What's the progress inside?"
Tuoba Ye replied respectfully," Reporting to Pavilion Master, another disciple and I passed the second test. However, after the stone tablet shone with a ray of light, we were teleported out.”
"Really?" Xuan Weiyang's eyes shone with a sharp light as a thick and terrifying pressure emitted from her body. She seemed extremely excited.
"Absolutely!" Tuoba Ye said respectfully.
"Hahahaha!" Xuan Weiyang looked up at the sky, tears of excitement flowing down her face."Zhou Qing has obtained the inheritance! He had succeeded! The Sky-sea Pavilion is lucky!"
For the past 3,000 years, countless generations of disciples had joined the Sword Maniac Inheritance.
Now, Zhou Qing had finally succeeded.
Countless disciples were stunned, shocked, jealous, unconvinced, happy, and so on.
"Who is Zhou Qing?"
"He looks unfamiliar. I've never seen him before.”
"When did such a genius disciple appear in the sect?”
"Who is it?"
Xuan Weiyang placed her hands behind her back and looked straight at the sky. She said indifferently,"Zhou Qing is the next Pavilion Master of the Sky-sea Pavilion.”
Everyone was shocked.
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