But in order to succeed in the challenge, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

In the 800th year, he began to continue practicing his own realm.

In a long and boring hundred years, Chen Tian finally reached the realm of the ancient emperor. Of course, he could not feel the aura of the ancient emperor, because everything was illusory.

He could only feel the energy on his body.

But Chentian must grit his teeth and persevere.

Nine hundred years.

Chen Tian can finally release the Eye of Heaven.

The rest of his time, if nothing unexpected happens, will be spent with the Eye of Heaven.

He must successfully refine this thing.

And during those long years, he must unswervingly stick to his beliefs.

Otherwise, a single thought will cause your soul to fly away!!!

Time flies.

Thousands of years pass by in a blink of an eye.

But for those who are deeply in trial.

But it is as long as countless centuries.

Even Chen Tian, ​​who has a heart as strong as a rock, has been tortured to the point where he is no longer like a human being during these long years.

He had long, sloppy hair and his whole body exuded a foul odor.

The Eye of Heaven has been absorbed for three hundred years.

Once again, the tug-of-war started with Chen Tian.

This tug-of-war is a long one.

Chentian's left eye has begun to turn blood color.

This is the battle of the century.

As long as Chen Tian can persist to the end, then he will be the victor!!

But if he fails, he will be in an infinite loop, repeating what has happened in this world endlessly, until his soul can no longer bear it, and it will completely disappear.

It is an extremely cruel test for anyone.

One thousand three hundred years.

There was no company, not even anyone to talk to.

Taiyi's consciousness was also directly blocked.

For Chen Tian, ​​everything is boring, but he must get through this.

To what extent he can see for a thousand years, it all depends on him.

But for outside time.

There haven't been any changes.

The tug-of-war between Chentian and the Eye of Heaven lasted for five hundred years.

For five hundred years, Chen Tian remained motionless, his body as stiff as a stone.

His whole body seemed unable to move, except for his eyes, which were bright and firm.

However, Chen Tian's body seemed to have reached its limit.

He almost couldn't hold it any longer.

His consciousness seemed to be gradually blurring.

"Is this the end of it?"

"No, this is not my limit."

"It's only been a thousand years."

"It's only been fifteen hundred years."

"No matter what, I will persevere, no matter what, I can't fall!!"

"After a thousand years of testing, if I can succeed, my body can be tempered thousands of times, my cultivation can be improved over a thousand years, I can successfully refine the power of the sky, and I can protect myself.

Everything!!!”

Chen Tian was full of majestic energy.

This is the most important turning point in life.

He must not fail!!!

The roar that fills my heart is released.

His stiff body seemed to be beginning to transform...

…

The time of the outside world.

Or it passes with the passage of time.

The turmoil of the Death Organization has not yet passed.

But it's not as fanatical as before.

Because the people from the Death Organization disappeared.

It's like it never appeared.

People even think that they have left the dark world!!

But the first floor doesn’t think so.

No one leaves home easily.

The man who is the God of Death must be hiding somewhere.

First floor.

"Still nothing found?"

"You stupid pigs!!!"

"Can it still disappear out of thin air?"

"Deputy landlord, please calm down."

"We have checked almost every place in the Dark World, but we have overlooked a few places."

"Oh, where?"

"Desolate Island!!!"

"You mean Huangzhou?" The deputy building owner looked stern.

The deserted continent is the most barren place in the dark world. It has almost no spiritual energy and is not suitable for warriors to survive and practice.

However, there are a large number of ordinary people staying there, and there are also some fleeing warriors living there.

But the desert island is huge, and looking for someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Deputy landlord, I have a plan. We can take the initiative to force them to show up."

"Oh, tell me?"

The man said something in the deputy landlord's ear.

The deputy building owner's expression turned gloomy: "Do you know that if you do this, it will most likely bring shame to my first floor?"

"However, deputy landlord, if the death issue has not been settled before the landlord returns, we may be punished even more severely." The person who gave the advice also said with a gloomy and uncertain face.

The deputy landlord fell into a long silence.

"Sir, we have a high chance of success. The fact that they have a place in such a huge desert continent proves that there must be people who are the God of Death in the desert continent!!!" He plucked up the courage to say.

"Without further delay, you do it now!!!"

"yes!!!"

Then he sighed: "Just do this, but if it doesn't succeed, you should understand the impact it will have. When the time comes, just commit suicide and apologize."
Chapter completed!