Chapter 770: Yan Xinjians practice log (1/2)
None of these memory chips have the ban on spiritual patterns, but it saves Li Yao's efforts to crack them.
It's just that there are several memory chips, all of which have been bitten out by the guinea pigs, and most of the information in them is incomplete.
However, only the huge ocean of information left over made Li Yao an eye-opener, and he felt deeply in Baoshan.
In most of the chips, Yan Xinjian's training notes are stored. After in-depth research on thousands of magical powers, he used his own ideas to give detailed explanations, questions and reflections.
Not only did he interpret the exercises clearly, he even included the changes in various parameters of his body and soul during the cultivation process, as well as the training videos after successful cultivation.
Not only simple text, but also a lot of pictures, videos and data information!
”This is a real priceless treasure!”
The cultivator at the peak of Yuan Ying, broke every detail of his cultivation process and explained clearly, including various reflections and summaries of his entire cultivation career, as well as the whole process of impacting the realm of God. The details are not detailed, at a glance. No more!
Li Yao quickly browsed, it was like falling into a huge kaleidoscope, only to feel the words and words, the words and the words, he was dazzled, and his heart was surging!
Yan Xinjian has been dormant underground for at least a hundred years. With so many training notes, he couldn't come over for a while. Li Yao put these notes aside and searched for other things.
Soon, a document called ”Cultivation Log” attracted his attention.
He faintly felt that Yan Xinjian's secret was inside.
The practice log is not a diary, but a work record like a sailing log, which records Yan Xinjian's daily practice overview.
Yan Xinjian seems to be a taciturn and meticulous person. In the first few years of his practice log, there were only a few words. It mainly wrote about his daily physical state, and today's practice arrangements, etc., for several years, like a day, boring, like a machine. accurate.
However, a few years later, some brief comments appeared in the diary, related to his mood and evaluation of the exercises, such as:
”For three months, ”Shangqing Nong Yan Jue” still hasn't made any progress, and I have a splitting headache.”
”Returning to the True Record” is really rubbish, and I took pains to get it after cleaning two star thief groups!”
Li Yao guessed that if a person lives 10,000 meters deep underground, and can only be in such a small space, with only mice as the company, the mental pressure must be extremely high.
Even if it is the Nascent Soul Boss, after living alone for a few years, the spirit will change to a certain extent.
Sure enough, with the gradual passage of time in the diary, more than ten years later, after a long time without a glimpse of the way to impact the realm of God, Yan Xinjian became more and more depressed and more and more anxious.
Sometimes, for several months, there are only two words in the practice log: ”As usual!”
Sometimes, they would go on for several days in a row, criticizing a lot of exercises and classics, which is not worth mentioning.
In a few days, he will grit his teeth and curse some names, wanting to be his enemy.
Sometimes, she would repeatedly talk about a woman called ”Yunsuoyu”, cursing this woman as a lingering goblin, she would not be peaceful when she died, and she wandered in front of him all day long.
Based on the context, Li Yao deduced that Yun Suoyu was his wife who was killed by him, that is, the little guinea pig exuding soft white light, who repeatedly chanted ”Xiaoyu”.
After entangled in this way for almost 20 years, the style of the practice log suddenly changed, becoming positive and even a little boastful.
Yan Xinjian finally found a way to transform the gods.
”It's only one step away, and success is about to happen. The entire Flying Star Realm must surrender to my feet!”
This is the last continuous practice log.
The time of the next practice diary, but suddenly jumped to a month later, the style of writing has become extremely crazy.
”**, stinky**, bad**!”
”Why! Why did I suddenly appear at the critical moment when I was attacking the **** of transformation, just looking at me like this?”
”You still want to laugh? What's so funny?”
”You fucking, how did you get in, huh? Say ah, say ah!”
”No laugh, no laugh! I want to kill you, I want to kill you!”
”It was you who caused me to fail to transform my spirit, into a demon, and I was seriously injured and died in this ghost place!”
”It was you who caused me to become what I am now, a ghost hiding in scrap copper and iron!”
”Failed, I failed!”