I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

In the middle of the source of heaven and earth, there is a vast and majestic sky and earth, filled with a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

There is only one day left before the thirty-day deadline that determines one's fate. It feels like the sword of Damocles is hanging over one's head, bringing an overwhelming sense of oppression.

During this period of time, Ye Chongren has been quietly guarding outside the Tower of Babel. After he solemnly placed the Myriad Origin Stele into the tower, he no longer stepped inside to guide others.

The reason for this is that once he steps into the Tower of Babel, the speed of time inside the tower will instantly return to the same level as that in the outside world.

In this way, instead of him spending time explaining and guiding everyone in the tower, it would be better to let everyone rely on the unique accelerated flow of time inside the Tower of Babel to gain insights on their own, which would often be more effective.

After all, one's own profound understanding can help people understand things more easily than others' preaching.

At this moment, Ye Chongren was sitting cross-legged at the top of the Tower of Babel. He seemed to be enveloped by an invisible aura, and a pure, blazing white flame surged and burned frantically outside his body, roaring and threatening to burn a massive hole in the surrounding space.

The aura emanating from him was domineering and majestic, like a surging tide, madly crushing towards the surroundings.

Under this terrifying pressure, the solid ground around him could not bear the weight. With Ye Chongren as the center, huge cracks quickly appeared like a spider web, spreading in all directions, as if the earth was groaning in pain under this force.

Faintly, a faint font slowly emerged on Ye Chongren's forehead. The font was hazy and illusory at first, and then gradually solidified, emitting a mysterious luster.

Not far away, a white-haired old man sat quietly. He was dressed in a simple robe, his face was weathered but his eyes were sharp.

He picked up the wine jug in his hand, tilted his head back and took a big sip of wine, with a refreshing swallowing sound as his throat rolled.

He watched Ye Chongren's performance with eyes full of admiration and expectation. He burped slightly and said with a slightly hoarse voice full of emotion, "The forbidden profound art was able to be cultivated to the state of perfection in less than twenty days. This boy's talent is truly extraordinary!"

That’s right, the help the old man had given Ye Chongren before was this extremely rare forbidden profound skill, and it was also the most advanced divine punishment profound skill among them.

If Jiang Qisha of the Qisha Sect knew about this, he would probably be so jealous that his eyes would be bloodshot.

You know, among the nine sects, the Seven Killing Sect is a super force ranked among the top three, and it even has the strength to challenge the throne of the first place.

However, the most superior forbidden profound skill in the Seven Killing Sect is nothing more than the Heavenly Punishment Profound Skill.

As for the other nine sects, they are far behind. Even the core disciples of the four imperial clans and the three divine kingdoms can only practice this Heavenly Punishment Mysterious Art.

As for the rest of the practitioners, they are lucky to be able to practice the Earth Punishment Mysterious Art. Many powerful people from major forces can only practice the lowest level of the Earth Punishment Mysterious Art.

The reason for this is that in the world of cultivation where they live, the Heavenly Punishment Mysterious Art is almost the most powerful forbidden Mysterious Art that anyone can reach.

As for the profound divine punishment that is above the heavenly punishment, it seems that it has never really appeared in the entire core area.

However, there has been a rumor circulating that the three major divine kingdoms each possess a version of the Divine Punishment Mysterious Art, but for some reason, anyone who attempts to practice it ends in failure, as if the Divine Punishment Mysterious Art is subject to some mysterious and powerful restriction, and even the masters of the three major divine kingdoms themselves cannot break this obstacle.

However, Ye Chongren's heart at this moment was like a calm lake, without any ripples.

It wasn't that he wasn't excited after successfully practicing the forbidden profound technique, but he keenly realized that all this seemed far from over.

"Why does this wonderful feeling of rapidly increasing strength give me such an inexplicable sense of familiarity?"

Ye Chongren was secretly shocked. A bold and crazy idea, like a seedling breaking through the soil in spring, was quietly brewing in his heart.

He knew very well that he was not without the means to improve his strength, such as the blood flow - the Divine Blood Thirst, which could stimulate the potential of the blood in his body; or by burning his own divine power to burst out with powerful strength.

In the previous fierce confrontation with Jiang Qisha, both of these methods played a huge role.

However, even if the two were combined, the power generated was still far behind that of the Heavenly Punishment Mysterious Art. However, at this moment, through practicing the Divine Punishment Mysterious Art, Ye Chongren had some unprecedented insights in his heart.

In an instant, the white flames burning outside Ye Chongren's body due to the use of the Divine Punishment Mysterious Art seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and instantly converged into his body and disappeared without a trace.

However, the word "God" on his forehead, which exuded a mysterious aura, did not disappear. Instead, it became clearer and clearer, as if it was branded on his forehead.

At the same time, Ye Chongren's hands changed rapidly, and complex and mysterious spells were rapidly generated at his fingertips.

The sea of ​​divine power in his body, like a calm lake into which a huge rock was thrown, began to boil violently, stirring up layers of raging waves.

The suppressive power of the Wandaoyuan Monument began to gradually weaken under Ye Chongren's control of his thoughts.

The blue divine power flowed through his limbs and bones like a rushing river, quickly converging towards his heart.

Under the impact of this divine power, Ye Chongren's body aura suddenly skyrocketed like a rocket, and the surrounding space was slightly distorted because of this powerful aura.

"The barbaric god is bloodthirsty!" Ye Chongren let out a low roar from the depths of his throat, and the sound exploded in the air like a dull thunder.

His facial features were slightly distorted due to the force, and his whole body was shaking violently and uncontrollably.

The feeling is like a racing car running at super high speed. When the speed reaches an extremely dangerous critical point, the car body begins to vibrate violently, as if it will completely lose control in the next second and the car will be destroyed and people will die.

The old man was originally drinking wine leisurely, immersed in admiration for Ye Chongren's cultivation results.

However, the next second, he seemed to be hit hard by something and spat out a mouthful of wine.

He stood up in a panic, his eyes wide open, looking at Ye Chongren in disbelief.

After being stunned for a moment, he exclaimed loudly, "You little brat, what on earth do you want to do? You...you're just a young boy who hasn't even reached the realm of Domination. You actually want to transform the Divine Punishment Mysterious Art. You're absolutely crazy! Are you going to kill yourself?"

There was a hint of anger in the old man's voice that was hard to conceal.