If the sect doesn't accept geniuses, they will become giants once they leave?

Chapter 195: A Dream, a Thousand Years of Trauma
"who I am?"

From the moment he was thrown out of the Chiche world, Li Yanmo felt very bad.

The memories of nearly a thousand years became illusory like a dream, while the memories before entering the late car became extremely clear.

The two gradually separated.

But compared with the memories of more than twenty years, the memories of a thousand years are really too huge, as if the memories of more than twenty years are just a dream.

Under the collision of illusion and reality, Li Yanmo's body also began to change. His hair sometimes turned white, sometimes turned black, his skin sometimes was full of wrinkles, and sometimes was as smooth as a baby's.

The giant dragon noticed the changes in Li Yanmo, and a hint of surprise flashed in its huge dragon eyes.

"Little guy, you're really brave. You defeated Chi Che with your strength, intelligence and wealth. It seems that you are the only one who can win the Dragon Transformation Conference."

Emperor Yu came to the center of the dragon claw silently, and patted Li Yanmo's shoulder with his right hand. The purple-gold mist descended and was absorbed by the three-hundred-layer spiritual energy vortex. The changes in Li Yanmo's body stopped, but Li Yanmo also fell down and lost consciousness due to exhaustion.

Emperor Yu glanced at Li Yanmo's dantian. The woman who was sleeping soundly among the sunflowers suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Emperor Yu through Li Yanmo's body.

The stalemate lasted less than a few seconds, and the woman raised her hands above her head.

Emperor Yu then retracted his gaze and looked at the dragon, "You still owe him a favor."

"...Indeed, I brought a cold dragon pattern with me on this trip, and the sheep demon spent tens of thousands of years refining an oil dragon pattern. These two dragon patterns are given to this little fellow. However, this little fellow's cultivation is too low, and he may not be able to tame these two dragon patterns."

The giant dragon shook his head and opened his other claw. Two dragon patterns, one black and one blue, were swimming in his palm.

"It doesn't matter. They have no say."

Seeing that Emperor Yu insisted, the dragon had nothing to say.

"Where does this little guy live? Should I give him a visit?"

"No need, someone is here to pick him up."

The dragon was stunned and looked in the direction of Emperor Yu. A woman in white was staring at them. Although she did not make any movements, the weapons in the hands of Emperor Yu's soldiers seemed to be buzzing as if they were summoned by something. The higher the grade, the greater the reaction.

"This is……"

Emperor Yu raised his hand to stop the dragon's voice.

……

The morning sun shines through the windows.

Li Yanmo slowly opened his eyes, and the dizziness finally eased.

After rubbing his forehead again, Li Yanmo perked up and observed his surroundings. The familiar environment made Li Yanmo relax. He was lying in his own cabin. The memory of nearly a thousand years did not make everything strange. It was like a dream.

At this time, the wooden door was pushed open, and a girl with white hair walked in. Seeing that Li Yanmo had woken up, the girl was stunned at first, and subconsciously reached out her hand, but then she seemed to be worried about something and put her hand down. After taking a deep breath, the girl cautiously asked, "Master?"

"Boss, how long have I been sleeping?"

The news of Li Yanmo's awakening spread quickly. Shen Ziqing's family and the elders of Qingshan Sect rushed over. After hearing what they said, Li Yanmo realized that he had been sleeping for almost a month.

Li Yanmo was just very surprised by this.

To be honest, he was mentally prepared to sleep for more than ten years, but he didn't expect that he only slept for a month.

Leng Ningshuang soon arrived but didn't say anything.

Li Yanmo knew that Leng Ningshuang had something private to discuss with him, so he calmed the others down. Soon, only Jian Xin, Li Yanmo, and Leng Ningshuang were left in the room. Leng Ningshuang glanced awkwardly at Jian Xin and winked at Li Yanmo. Li Yanmo also tried to blink at Jian Xin, but Jian Xin seemed to see nothing. Li Yanmo's eyes were sore from squeezing so hard that they started to sore. Only then did Jian Xin slowly speak.

"Master, do you have anything to say?"

Although Jian Xin looked small and unintimidating, the inexplicable oppressive force emanating from his body immediately reassured Li Yanmo, "It's okay, it's okay. Constable Leng, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly."

Leng Ningshuang scratched his head, pondered for a moment, and then pulled a chair to sit down. "Brother Li, I have some good news and some bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Uh… bad news?"

"Ahem—Brother Li, you've spent nearly a thousand years in the Chiche World, and your cultivation has greatly increased. This isn't uncommon in first-rate and super sects. Dayu cultivators also often use this method to achieve extremely high levels of cultivation in a short period of time."

Leng Ningshuang coughed and spoke slowly.

"A cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage nurtures a realm, and time in that realm is over a hundred times faster than the Great Thousand World. Entering it allows one to utilize the hundredfold difference in time for cultivation. Furthermore, because the cultivator himself doesn't belong to that realm, his own time still flows at the speed of the Great Thousand World, but his movements are a hundred times faster."

"If controlled properly, one can improve their cultivation without sacrificing their lifespan or foundation. However, this method of cultivation has its flaws and is subject to very strict time limits."

"If you are a hundred years old, you can only cultivate this way for twenty-five years. Beyond twenty-five years, your spirit may be damaged. Beyond fifty years, your spirit will definitely be damaged, and this damage will cause physical changes and physical trauma."

The corner of Li Yanmo's mouth twitched slightly.

He is only in his twenties, but he has spent nearly a thousand years in the Chiche world.

"What will happen if it exceeds too much?"

Leng Ningshuang crossed her fingers, twirling her thumbs back and forth for a moment before slowly saying, "The moment I returned to the Great Thousand World, my lifespan was drained away, and it wouldn't be surprising if I turned directly into a skeleton."

"So we have already met downstairs?" Li Yanmo saw that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, so he started joking.

"Not really. Emperor Yu used a magical power called Nan Ke Yi Meng on you, which prevented your immediate death. But it only prevented your immediate death, so you need to rest and recuperate, which may take several years or even decades," Leng Ningshuang grinned. "Don't leave your familiar environment, and don't come into contact with people you don't know. Any unfamiliar changes may cause the Nan Ke Yi Meng cast by Emperor Yu to collapse."

After chatting for a few more words, Leng Ningshuang left awkwardly under Jian Xin's calm but sharp gaze.

Soon, only Li Yanmo and Jian Xin were left in the room.

Because Jian Xin had a blank expression from beginning to end, Li Yanmo didn't know what Jian Xin was feeling at the moment. When he was about to speak to break the silence, Jian Xin suddenly stood up.

"Master, you should have a good rest."

"This is...good."

Li Yanmo also wanted to sort out his thoughts first.

Only after Jian Xin left the wooden house did Li Yanmo call out the management interface.

The prestige experience that was thought to be impossible to reach the ceiling within ten years has now been capped, and the amount of overflowing spirit stones is as high as 37.5 billion medium-grade spirit stones.

However, at this moment, Li Yanmo was still paying attention to the Taixu Sect's affiliated industries.

The End Religion has become the End Realm, but the word End Realm has turned gray. It neither consumes any resources nor provides any benefits.

According to Leng Ningshuang, Emperor Yu used his magical powers to raise Chi Che to the sky, turning it into a star, and guaranteed that no one would disturb the peace of that world.

Li Yanmo let out a long breath, the deep vicissitudes of life gradually dissipated from his eyes, and the youthful vitality sprouted again.

(End of this chapter)