BSI Chapter 549 Challenging Your Limits
Chapter 549 Challenging Your Limits
Inside the Hehuan Hall, the candlelight flickered.
The fragrance of acacia blossoms rose gently from the incense burner, turning into wisps of smoke in the candlelight and slowly dissipating into the air.
Two thousand girls sat around Lin Chen, spreading outwards in circles, like ripples on water or a flower in full bloom.
Yan Ruyu and Liu Yu sat on either side of Lin Chen, their eyes like those of a yin-yang fish.
The first circle consists of the core disciples of the Hehuan Sect.
The second circle consists of princesses and noblewomen from the four great dynasties.
The third circle consists of direct instruction from the holy maidens of various sects.
The outermost circle consists of the newly joined girls.
Lin Chen sat cross-legged in the center with his eyes closed.
His divine sense transformed into countless fine lines, extending from between his eyebrows in all directions.
One by one, they entered the girls' minds, gently, like a spring breeze blowing across a lake, like feathers falling on snow.
Eight hundred souls resonated with him simultaneously, colliding, intertwining, and merging with his Yin-Yang Dao.
The entire hall trembled slightly from the resonance, the candlelight danced on the candlesticks, and the wisps of smoke from the incense burner twisted into strange shapes in mid-air.
The path of Yin and Yang is progressing steadily, and one's cultivation level is also steadily improving.
The tingling sensation in their souls caused all eight hundred girls to groan simultaneously.
The spiritual resonance of dual cultivation is like someone gently touching the depths of their souls with a feather, or like someone injecting warm spring water into their bodies.
From the inside out, from top to bottom, every cell was enveloped in that feeling—a tingling, numb, sour, and swollen sensation, like being electrocuted.
The exhilarating sensation of soul merging is irresistible; like moths drawn to a flame, they knowingly rush headlong into the fire, even knowing they will be reduced to ashes.
Lin Chen was like a giant magnet, firmly attracting the eight hundred iron nails to his body, which he couldn't shake off.
One night passed.
Lin Chen broke through the limit of 800 people to 999 people.
His face was as white as paper, but his eyes shone brightly.
Yan Ruyu walked in carrying a cup of tea. Looking at Lin Chen's pale face, she frowned with heartache.
She squatted down and held the teacup to Lin Chen's lips.
"Is it alright?"
Lin Chen lowered his head and took a small sip of tea, his voice slightly hoarse as he said:
"Not bad, arrange another batch."
Although his limit is only 999 people, the first training session for newcomers is the most effective.
This is also why Lin Chen asked Yan Ruyu to make the arrangements.
Looking across the entire continent, only the Hehuan Sect could satisfy his cultivation needs.
Yan Ruyu looked at Lin Chen's face, hesitated for a moment, and said:
Are you sure?
Lin Chen nodded and drank the tea in one gulp.
Yan Ruyu picked up her teacup, stood up, turned and walked away. She stopped abruptly at the door, and without turning back, said:
"Lin Chen, don't push yourself too hard; haste makes waste!"
Then he walked away.
Lin Chen smiled but didn't say anything. He didn't want to work so hard either, but with great power comes great responsibility.
This world already holds many things for him!
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The Palace of Time and Space.
Lin Chen sat cross-legged in the center of the hall, his eyes closed.
There was no sun or moon, no stars, no day or night in the Time Palace; there was only an eternal gray light.
The light came from all directions and went away from all directions, shining on Lin Chen and casting a long shadow on the ground, where he remained motionless.
How long has Lin Chen been here?
I don't know, and I don't need to know.
Time is the least valuable thing in the Time Palace.
The principles of Yin and Yang flowed slowly within his body.
The Great Way of Yin and the Great Way of Yang are like two sleeping dragons, occasionally turning over, their scales rubbing together, emitting a silent roar.
The Great Dao can be comprehended in ten levels.
The first level is the initial glimpse into the basics; the second level is a slight achievement; the third level is a thorough understanding; the fourth level is consummate skill; the fifth level is mastery; the sixth level is divine skill; the seventh level is transcendence; the eighth level is returning to simplicity; the ninth level is the return to the Great Dao; and the tenth level is perfect and flawless.
During this period of seclusion, Lin Chen's comprehension of the Great Dao broke through to the fifth level, and his cultivation level also advanced from the early stage of the Half-Step Great Emperor to the middle stage of the Half-Step Great Emperor.
The number of people practicing dual cultivation has increased from 999 to 1200, bringing us closer to the legend of the Yellow Emperor ascending to heaven after sleeping with 3000 women at night.
Of course, Lin Chen can't ascend to immortality, but becoming a Great Emperor is still no problem.
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Inside the Time-Space Palace, time had no concept, but Lin Chen's divine sense was alive.
His divine sense traversed the Time-Space Palace, passed through the Nine-Story Chaos Tower, and arrived at Tianyuan City.
The Tower of Babel stands atop Zhongzhou Peak, its height reaching 9,999 zhang (approximately 4,667 meters), piercing the clouds.
The runes on the tower shimmered in the sunlight, each rune resembling a living snake slithering across its surface.
The beam of light could be seen for miles around, illuminating even the clouds in the sky.
Zhang Yiyuan stood at the foot of the tower, looking up at the top, his white hair fluttering in the wind.
He had been standing there for a long time, and Wu Huan stood behind him, holding the list in her hands, not daring to urge him.
People from all major factions are converging here.
Teams arrived from all directions, some on foot, some on horseback, some by car, and some by air.
The procession from Kunlun Domain was the most spectacular, with thousands of people riding spirit cranes flying overhead, the sound of their wings flapping like thunder.
The procession from Penglai Island was the most elegant, with dozens of flying boats lined up in a row, slowly flying in from the sky, their sails shimmering silver in the sunlight.
The Qingyun Sect's group was the most graceful, with thousands of disciples flying on their swords, the sword light drawing beautiful arcs in the sky, as if someone were drawing in the air.
The Heavenly Sword Pavilion's team is the most formidable, with over a thousand sword cultivators transforming into sword light, their momentum as imposing as a rainbow.
The procession on Mount Sumeru was the quietest, with thousands of monks walking step by step, chanting Buddhist scriptures, and the sound of wooden fish coming from afar, one beat after another, like a heartbeat.
The processions of the four great dynasties were the most impressive.
The Emperor of the Great Zhou rode a mythical beast, followed by 20,000 armored guards.
The Emperor of Great Xia sat in a palanquin, followed by dozens of palace maids and eunuchs, and behind him were 30,000 gleaming silver imperial guards.
The Emperor of Qin rode a horse, followed by 30,000 black-armored cavalry.
The Shang emperor sat in a sedan chair, with 50,000 elite soldiers of the Shang kingdom behind him.
The ruler of the Southern Wilderness Demon Kingdom rode a demon beast, a nine-headed python with a jet-black body, with his army of 100,000 demon beasts behind him.
The Flame Empress of the Northern Desert sat on an ice chariot, carried by sixteen fire maidens, followed by 100,000 fire-armored guards.
The king of the Western Zhou Jinsha Kingdom rode a camel, a camel entirely of gold, followed by 80,000 golden-armored guards.
Zhao Zilong led the Guardians of the Galaxy to arrive first.
Hundreds of land deities formed a neat square formation, their steps synchronized, their momentum overwhelming.
Zhang Yiyuan clasped his hands in a fist salute, beaming, and said, "General Zhao, you've worked hard."
Zhao Zilong clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Lord Zhang, you are too kind. The Tower of Babel is open. The entire Galaxy Guardians are present and await your orders."
Zhang Yiyuan nodded: "Okay, okay, I'll trouble General Zhao to maintain order for now."
Zhao Zilong nodded slightly and then began to make arrangements.
Zhuge Liang, Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng, and others also arrived.
Zhuge Liang waved his feather fan, smiling, looking around with an air of confidence.
Yuan Tiangang walked at the very back, his hands tucked into his sleeves, expressionless.
Li Chunfeng held a compass in his hand, turning it back and forth while muttering incantations, seemingly calculating something.
Guan Yu walked behind them, wearing a green robe and a long beard, his phoenix eyes half-closed and half-open, his Green Dragon Crescent Blade slung over his shoulder, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Dugu Qiubai walked at the very back, his eyes closed as if he were asleep, but no one dared to approach him.
Lin Chen withdrew his divine sense and opened his eyes.
After the great war, how many of these people will survive?
His cultivation level is not high enough!
That unknown being's cultivation level was at least one major realm higher than his.
He needs a stronger trump card.
Lin Chen stood up and walked to the ninth level of the Chaos Palace.
It was empty inside, with nothing but a chaotic, hazy expanse, like the world before it was created.
The spirit of the artifact has fallen asleep, and no one here can answer him.
Lin Chen stood there for a while, then turned and walked downstairs.