After that, he directly knelt in the void and began to urge the perfect peak of the Void Realm. This way, his body could be born at an astonishing speed and replenish the energy he had consumed. It allowed his heart, soul, will, and source of life to be revived at the fastest speed in the same process.
Zhang Guifang's strength, soul, will, source of life, heart, and soul were too vast.
With such a large area, the faster he recovered, the better. A few thousand years ago, he had fully recovered and everything had returned to its peak.
Fortunately, before he practiced and adjusted his interest, he reluctantly stimulated the adjustment function of time speed. Compared to the projection of the first era, it lasted for ten thousand years. It had only been a year, and it was not within his acceptable range. If he didn't have the last thought of wasting 10,000 years, it would be as long as 100 million years in the outside world, and the last law era would probably be nearly one in the past, which was almost fatal.
Back in front of God, Zhang Guifang's eyes were filled with fear and luck.
He raised his head and looked at the Sage's shadow. Compared to ten thousand years ago, the Sage had not changed at all. He sighed and said," I didn't expect it to be just a shadow. It's already like this. What kind of existence is a Saint?”
In the past, when Zhang Guifang was still born, due to his belief in himself, he dared to guess what power the saints had. Even if he knew that the saints were an existence that he could not understand, he would occasionally imagine what the saints should be like deep in their hearts. What should an ability be?
However, the higher he climbed, the more he felt that his past imagination was getting more superficial.
The more he was afraid of guessing what a Saint looked like and what kind of power he had.
However…No matter how high he went to speculate the height of the saints, imagine the divine power of the saints among the strong, at this moment, he still found himself a frog in the well. He still looked down on the saints countless times. In other words, no matter how high he had placed the Saints, he still found that he had lowered them countless times.
When he used the power of his palm to cover the saint's shadow, he felt it. It was a feeling. To some extent, it was brought into the shadows. A trace of the Saint's thoughts was above his will, through the combination of this power.
This feeling was not the feeling of a saint. It did not mean that he had directly transformed into a saint who had left this shadow from the beginning.
However, the remnants contained traces of the Sage's thoughts and were extremely fragmented. It had weakened the projection of the Sage's thoughts in an instant by tens of thousands of times.
In a broad sense, it could also be called the feeling of a saint. However, compared to the real feeling of a saint, it was simplified tens of thousands of times, hundreds of millions of times more than the incarnation of a saint.
But for thousands of years, this had simplified the feelings of saints. Zhang Guifang had already achieved the perfect peak of the Void Realm. He was only one step away from breaking through the realization of Dao. He was already too powerful and could not withstand an unimaginable existence.
The traces of this thought still existed. There was no need for Zhang Guifang to directly oppress his will like a mountain, and with his will, extract everything that Zhang Guifang had to maintain everything he carried, that is, the instant thought projection of the saint. However, Zhang Guifang's vast and boundless power was enough to easily crush the will of this monk who did not realize the poverty and perfection of his soul. His thoughts were tenacious, indestructible, and unparalleled. It was indestructible and had countless wonderful uses. It was already so powerful that its strength was no less than the soul of the physical body, and so on. Therefore, almost any existence could achieve an invincible existence. However, he could only withstand the projection of his thoughts at that moment and then go straight to the bottom. From this we can see how incredible the projection of thought at that moment is.
Zhang Guifang's emotions at that moment were not the true feelings of a saint, but the distorted and deformed thoughts of her own realm after being forced to feel it.
This kind of thought projection was very different from real thought projection, but some characteristics of real thought projection could still be seen.
In fact, this kind of distortion of thought projection was like a kindergarten child using his own way to understand calculus and other problems. Naturally, it was a huge deviation from the true answer.
It was precisely because of this huge deviation that Zhang Guifang had the inexplicable feeling that he could easily spend thousands or billions of years to find the answer to the question. It was also this deviation that caused him to fall into the mental projection of contempt for the saints. He thought that other than himself being an ant, there was no need to despise them.
When you understood this, Zhang Guifang couldn't help but laugh.
"It seems that I thought too easily. It was not easy for the shadows of the saints to understand their mysteries.”This thought appeared in his mind.
At this moment, he looked at the shadow in front of him, and his heart was filled with inexplicable frustration. It was as if he saw a delicious barbecue in front of him, but he could not find a place to eat.)
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In the face of such a predicament, Zhang Guifang couldn't help but frown, a sense of oppression from the bottom of her heart.
Of course, although he was very depressed, he did not have the thought of giving up. The shadow of a saint was right in front of him, and there was a trace of the saint's thoughts in it. No matter how difficult it was to realize, it was much easier than finally realizing the realm of a saint from scratch.
Even if there was no need to fully understand its mysteries, as long as he had some gains, it would be enough for him to obtain endless benefits. Zhang Guifang could clearly feel the gap between the perfect peak of insufficient understanding and the state of association from the feeling of the will carrying the traces of the sage's mind. It was so small to the remnants of the mind. However, it was also a small gain. Breaking through this obstacle and achieving a harmonious environment could be said to be simple.
Under such circumstances, how could Zhang Guifang, who had spent billions of years cultivating and understanding the mysteries of heaven and earth, give up the holy shadow that could greatly reduce the difficulty of cultivation? How can you put it aside because you can't feel it now and you can't find a way to understand it?
Distraught, Zhang Guifang walked toward the saint's shadow.
When he was closest to him, he was only a few feet away from the saint's shadow, but because all his strength, senses, thoughts, and soul had been exhausted at that time, he quickly retreated. He had already retreated a few feet, but he was still some distance away from the shadow.
Such a distance. Zhang Guifang spent most of her time walking.
With every step he took, his perception rose to the limit and he could sense all the changes in his surroundings. In the process of getting close to the Sage's shadow, one had to be aware of the influence the Sage's shadow had on him.
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