My Monster Space

Cold, still cold, this is the only thought Qin Tian has now.

"What's wrong with me?" He checked his hands. The body was still his, but it felt a little heavier.

How come all the aura, moves, and skills that used to accompany me are gone?

Now all he had left was his physical strength, but in this vast expanse of white snow, without the stimulation of spiritual energy, his body would not be able to hold on at all.

Countless cold air rolled into Qin Tian's body, and his clothes were soon covered with a thin layer of ice.

Qin Tian's face was covered with thick frost, and every time he took a breath, his entire chest felt like it was frozen.

He walked on the thick snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and could not see any familiar teammates in front, behind, or around him.

His body had grown cold and started to feel numb. Qin Tian's mind began to become hazy and he even began to feel unable to move his body.

"Is this a dream? Did I really travel through time?" The further Qin Tian thought went on, the more his thoughts began to wander.

The scene around him began to darken, and despair began to envelop Qin Tian.

For the first time, he felt like giving up.

Give up, you will die if you continue like this, Qin Tian’s body was honestly persuading him.

Don't go on. Maybe this is just a dream. When you wake up, you can go back to a warm place and eat roast chicken.

A strong desire drove him to take out the cards in his pocket. He had a feeling that as long as he cried for help, he would be able to escape from danger soon.

His hand touched the cards, but did he really want to do this?

Qin Tian thought of the familiar names, Xiang Yang, Huang Dong, Wu Long, the critical moment when he first faced the man in red, and a sister named Qin Meng who was waiting for him to come back successfully.

I thought of the countless predecessors and martyrs from my hometown who, in this difficult environment, opened up a strong motherland for future generations.

His gaze began to become determined. He wrapped his clothes tightly and began to walk slowly and firmly in the direction of the light.

Streams of heat began to flow back into his body, and his steps became faster and faster, until he finally approached the white light.

Reaching out and touching it, Qin Tian saw that he and others were standing on a small platform, and there was a monument in front of the platform.

Beside him, the familiar teammate still had his eyes closed. After several breaths, he finally opened his eyes with difficulty.

There was a hint of dreaminess in their eyes.

"Phew, that was dangerous."

“I feel like I’m in a dream.”

"Look at the words written on this stele."

Everyone came closer curiously and read the words on it.

"On the path of cultivation, only with the determination to die can you face the next path. If you can overcome the illusion, it means that you have taken a very important step."

Xiang Yang wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and realized belatedly what had just happened.

"Damn it, I just dreamed that I have become the head of a sword sect, and I have little sisters to send me off every day, and there are all kinds of dual cultivation... uh, all kinds of powerful cultivation techniques."

He stroked his sword. "This kind of life is simply too perfect. Until I touched my own sword again."

He looked at the Han sword carefully and found some tiny scratches on the sword.

"I once swore to this sword that I would take it to the top. Then, I woke up."

Huang Dong was also a little embarrassed.

"I feel like I have supreme power, supreme money, and everyone's life is really, oh my. Hehehehe."

"Later, I came out for some reasons."

"Why do other people dream of different scenes, but I only dream of an ordinary snowfield? Is it because of my own specialness that it can only slightly affect my senses?"

Qin Tian thought for a long time and finally suppressed the doubts in his heart. No one could answer this question for him.

Not far away, the twin brothers also woke up from their dreams. Most of the people who can take one step have extremely firm minds, which are far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

However, among everyone present, Qin Tian was the one who came to his senses the fastest.

Countless eyes in the hall were focused on Qin Tian. "How could this kid wake up from the illusion so quickly?"

The white-bearded director looked at the handsome young man in blue clothes next to him in surprise.

"This kid seems to be a little faster than you were back then."

The young man in blue just had a smile on his face, looking nonchalant, "Ah, I'm not the strongest person in the universe, it's normal that there are people stronger than me."

After saying that, he pursed his lips at the man in blood-stained clothes next to him and made a face.

"Why don't you ask him? I think his eyes are about to pop out of his head with jealousy."

The blood knife man's face became even uglier. When he was undergoing the trial selection, he thought that with his talent, he would be one of the best.

Unexpectedly, I lost to the young man in blue in every event, and I was defeated by him in every campus competition without exception.

Why? He seems to be indifferent to everything, why is he so powerful? And what about that guy named Qin Tian? If he is allowed to enter the campus, what if he is more powerful than me?

"Wow, your face has gotten even darker. I feel like you're going to bleed. I told you not to be so tense every day. It's easy to get tired."

I don’t know if the blue guy is really naive or doing it on purpose, he is still joking.

The old man was also helpless. This kid named Murong had first-rate talent, but his personality was so unreliable. He was like a child. He knocked on his head and scolded him with a smile.

"You're still talking about others. Look at yourself, you're so lazy all day long. Do you still look like a senior brother?"

Just when he was about to laugh and scold a few more times, his expression suddenly became serious.

"Strange, why did this thing get alarmed?"

Everyone who had come back to their senses from the illusion had gradually arrived at the top of a mountain that had been frozen by ice for thousands of years. When they stepped on it, they felt that it was many times harder than ordinary roads.

There was no snowstorm here, and even the cold wind was much weaker. Looking up, all around was a world of pure white and shining.

A tiny spire appeared in the tall tower in the distance, and everyone knew that was the exit where the trial ended.

"Wow, we finally succeeded." Many people shed tears of excitement when they saw the final finish line.

Qin Tian's brows began to frown. From just now, he could feel an extremely oppressive spiritual pressure fluctuation, which changed from being almost imperceptible to the current slow rise and fall.