But it is more magnificent than any substantial gate!

  It stood towering, dozens of zhang high, and Tang Feng standing before it was like an ant in comparison. The door was adorned with countless intricate patterns and texts, and a sense of weighty history washed over him, leaving him breathless.

  Looking back, there was a long corridor behind him, connecting an exit, which was the place where his spiritual power had rushed in.

  It seems that I must first open this door and explore the secrets of the divine soldier.

  But after all, this is not a substantial door, and it's impossible to smash it open with force. Moreover, the door is so huge that even if you really smash it, it may not be able to be smashed open.

  Standing outside the door, Tang Feng gazed at it, trying to find some clues from the patterns and words on the door. He observed very carefully, not missing any corner, but what made him disappointed was that these patterns and words were mysterious and incomprehensible, let alone finding any secrets.

  It was also unclear how long it took, but Tang Feng let out a dejected sigh and gave up on the idea.

  Since it's too soft to work, then we can only resort to force. This gate must be transformed by some kind of magical power, and to defeat this power, all you need is an even stronger power.

  Tang Feng can now rely on his own spiritual power.

  The power of the mind, in short, is a kind of intangible and immaterial force contained within one's spirit. Why can those masters often just glance at someone with lower abilities and cause them to spit blood, suffer severe injuries or even die instantly? That is because of the power of the mind; the masters' mental strength is strong enough to interfere with others' vital energy through their mental power, even affecting their lives.

  Although this is a very hanging thing, it really exists. The killing intent can also be considered as an extension of the power of the heart and soul, which is a kind of disregard for life.

  The power of the mind is immense, bringing numerous benefits to those who cultivate it. It allows cultivators to avoid external interference, break through their own bottlenecks, and become so powerful that they no longer need to worry about going astray or falling into madness.

  The power of cultivating one's mind can only be achieved through the accumulation of time, the improvement of experience and the hardships of various kinds.

  Tang Feng is now only a lowly Huang stage upper grade, his spiritual power compared to cultivators of the same rank is slightly stronger, but not by much.

  But things have come to this point, and Tang Feng can't bear to give up. He can only try his best to make the most of it, and consider it a test for now.

  Staring at the gate, Tang Feng gritted his teeth and charged forward with all his might.

  "Boom!" With a loud noise, Tang Feng even felt his eyes turn black, and a pain from the depths of his soul suddenly transmitted over. This pain was unbearable, and it hurt to the extreme. The invading Heart God's power almost dissipated back to its original body. Tang Feng endured for a moment, and with great difficulty, he finally calmed down his Heart God.

  At the same time as Tang Feng's mental shock, that seemingly solid and unshakeable giant gate actually shook violently once.

  Although he had mentally prepared himself, Tang Feng still felt a lingering fear. Using his own spiritual energy to collide with the giant door was essentially risking his life, and if his spiritual energy were to be damaged in any way, it wouldn't be something that could be recovered from in just a year or two of cultivation. To put it mildly, Tang Feng might become an idiot in the future; to put it harshly, from now on he would no longer have any perception, and although he would still be alive, he would be unable to do anything - essentially a living corpse.

  But the giant door actually shook slightly, which was beyond Tang Feng's expectations and gave him a glimmer of hope, after all, it was a good thing.

  Giving up halfway is not Tang Feng's style. From that one collision, Tang Feng also knew that as long as he carefully controlled his spirit, there shouldn't be any major issues during the collision. As long as he could endure the unbearable pain, it would be fine. If he couldn't, then disaster would truly strike. However, Tang Feng had confidence in himself - not arrogance, but self-assurance.

  After a brief rest, when the pain deep within his soul had dissipated, Tang Feng once again collided with the giant gate.

  Still the same as just now, a wave of pain like a tidal wave came, and the gate also shook violently.

  This pain is not comparable to the last time's refinement of the flesh, it's tens or even hundreds of times more intense! Only those with strong willpower can endure this inhuman torture.

  After a while, Tang Feng rushed up again.

  In this mysterious space, he continued to do such seemingly self-destructive behavior, again and again, cycling endlessly! Tang Feng didn't know how many times he had collided, he simply didn't have the mood to count, every time as long as the pain disappeared, he would definitely collide again, without any hesitation.

  Gradually, the pain subsided, and when he crashed into the giant gate again, although it was still painful, it was much better than at first. The pain had weakened, the rest time was getting shorter and shorter, and the amplitude of the gate's swing was also getting bigger and bigger.

  It's not that one has become numb to it, but rather because with each repeated impact, one's mental strength gradually grows stronger.

  Unexpectedly, he could still get such benefits here, Tang Feng was really overjoyed.

  The cultivation of spiritual power is fundamentally not something that can be decided by human effort, let alone would anyone dare to be so reckless as to use spiritual power for such a thing.

  Tang Feng did it, so his spiritual power became stronger. Among them, bravery accounted for three points, means accounted for three points, and luck accounted for four points.

  After a while, Tang Feng only needed to rest for a short period of time before he could strike again. The giant door, on the other hand, looked like it was getting weaker and weaker, its movements becoming more and more unstable with each swing.

  At last, after Tang Feng's three consecutive impacts with his life on the line, the massive gate burst open with a loud crash, slowly swinging from outside to inside. The mysterious patterns on the door flowed and converged together, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

  "Hahaha!" Tang Feng couldn't help but burst out laughing, but in this space, only his own consciousness existed, and no sound was emitted at all.

  A sharp pain in my heart! After such a long time, I finally managed to get rid of this road-blocking giant.

  After the giant gate opened for a moment, Tang Feng also followed closely behind.

  Inside was a vast expanse of white, empty and desolate, beyond Tang Feng's expectations, there was nothing at all. No ground, no space, no end in sight, it looked incredibly eerie.

  After wandering around in this space for a while, I turned back to look at that huge gate, which had already become smaller than a needle eye.

  Could it be that there was nothing here from the start? Did forcing open the gate and obtaining the divine sword's recognition mean he had succeeded? Tang Feng couldn't help but make such guesses.

  But if that's the case, why does this eerie space still exist here? If the divine sword has acknowledged its master, I shouldn't be feeling anything at all.

  The current situation is full of eerie and strange things, and being in this space makes Tang Feng feel a chill run down his spine.

  After wandering around for a long time, Tang Feng still didn't find anything. Going further in, Tang Feng didn't dare to go any deeper, if his own consciousness got lost in this space, it would be too costly.

  Just as he was about to withdraw, he suddenly heard a faint voice.

  Tang Feng couldn't help but pause for a moment, then immediately rushed towards the direction where the voice came from. The Heart Spirit's movement was extremely unusual, it was just an intangible and formless thought, yet as soon as the thought arose, the Heart Spirit could move. Even so, Tang Feng spent half a stick of incense time slowly approaching the sound.

  The voice was very clear, and it sounded like a woman's voice, mixed with intermittent sobbing sounds. Moreover, this woman must not be too old, as the voice sounded like that of a child.

  When a thin and tiny figure appeared in front of him, Tang Feng hastily stopped, gathered his mind, and slowly and cautiously approached the figure.

  This figure was absolutely a child, and it was a little girl. She crouched there with her hands on her knees, sobbing incessantly, as if she had suffered great grievances.

  She wore a pale green cheongsam, with smooth and shiny long hair hanging down her back, scattered on the ground, looking very helpless and lonely.

  When Tang Feng approached her within a few meters, she suddenly stopped crying and looked around in confusion.

  When she raised her head, Tang Feng couldn't help but take a deep breath!

  This little girl is even more adorable than Tang Momo, to the point of being almost unreal. Both little girls are born with delicate features that make people want to pinch them, but while Tang Momo is real, this one gives off an ethereal and elusive feeling.

  Or, to put it another way, someone like her shouldn't exist in this world, but rather in legends. Any beautiful words in the world are not enough to describe her, and any vocabulary added to her is an insult to her!

  She suppressed her sobs, her shoulders shaking occasionally, her eyes filled with flashing tears. She stretched out a slightly chubby little hand and elegantly wiped her cheek, blinking her long eyelashes as she slowly stood up.

  Her hair was long, reaching all the way down to her ankles. Although she looked young, she gave off a sense of icy purity.

  The appearance of Tang Feng's spiritual sense put her on guard, and since it wasn't a physical entity, she didn't reveal anything, simply standing in place and slowly turning around several times before gradually fixing her gaze at the location where Tang Feng's spiritual sense was.

  Only here did she have a feeling that was different from other places, as if there were a pair of eyes staring at her, making her fearful, panicked and restless.

  Her eyebrows were furrowed, her face was tear-stained, and her complexion was somewhat pale. She opened her mouth weakly and asked: "Is anyone there?"

  Her voice is very ethereal, especially in this empty space, making it even more agile. Unlike Tang Momo's childish voice, her voice is filled with weakness and helplessness, which can evoke a person's protective desire.