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  Oppression!

  Oppression!

  Oppression from darkness and space!

  In such a small room filled with death and darkness, this silence almost suffocates the soul.

  In the first three days, relying on Wang Ting's strong mental quality and spiritual strength, he supported himself, but by the fourth day, that kind of silence without any sound, darkness without any light, finally broke through his seemingly calm heart, causing his soul to gradually ripple out a thread, losing its former tranquility.

  By the fifth day, his inner endurance for this silence and darkness seemed to have reached a limit, a voice constantly interrogating in his spiritual world...

  Why bother? Why bother?! Why bother!!

  Why must you torture yourself in this way to break through your cultivation?

  To make another breakthrough, one can take other paths, acquire heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and strengthen the body's qi and blood.

  To master swordsmanship, constantly engage in sword fights with others, pursue breakthroughs in swordsmanship, and further refine one's understanding of the essence of swordsmanship.

  Even in his heart, another idea was derived.

  Why!

  He has been in this world for less than half a year, and he has been in contact with this body for less than half a year. The total time he has spent cultivating is only half a year. Is it necessary for him to accept the challenge of Lie Dongyang, the first swordsman of Tai Xuan, who has been practicing for 23 years?

  He can directly leave the imperial capital, quietly leaving the imperial capital, after a few years of cultivation to reach the peak of the Great Swordsman, and then return. At that time, Lie Dongyang will not be his opponent.

  An inexplicable sense of frustration, an inexplicable sense of rivalry, filled his mind, making him feel increasingly tired and repelled by this battle.

  Fortunately, as a strong man who had cultivated his swordsmanship to the pinnacle in his previous life, he had his own persistence and his own bottom line. Even if countless thoughts emerged in his mind, he always adhered to his original heart, using his powerful will to forcibly expel all negative emotions from his heart.

  Closed for 10 days!

  In these ten days, a spiritual breakthrough, breaking through from 6th-order spiritual power to 7th-order spiritual power!

  Time is still slowly passing by.

  Unconsciously, it was already the sixth day of Wang Ting's self-imposed confinement.

  Six days!

  Every day seems as long as a century.

  At this time, his persistence in his mind had been gradually distorted by him.

  Other thoughts and ideas gradually drifted away from him, leaving only one most primitive point in his mind - ten days! Hold on for ten days!

  No matter the reason, no matter the process, no matter the means!

  Ten days!

  Hang in there for ten more days!

  Even why he insisted on the original intention for ten days, it was gradually forgotten by him. What he remembered was only the persistence of ten days. After persisting for ten days, no matter what the result was, he maintained this most basic faith.

  "36,161, 36,162, 36,163, 36,664... No, no, the numbers must be wrong. I've clearly counted to 66,000 already. It should be 66,664... Time can't be passing this slowly. I've definitely felt like it's been a long time, ten days, or maybe I haven't just stayed for ten days, but half a month, twenty days, a month, or even longer... I feel like I've been here for a very long time already. Can I go out now?"

  In a dark and cramped room, Wang Ting was muttering to himself nonstop.

  At this time, there was no longer any of his previous calmness on his body. His originally not very long hair was like wild grass covering the top of his head. His lips were dry and cracked, as if he had lost a lot of blood. His face was even more pale, as if it had been brushed with white powder, full of pallor. The pupils in his eyes were filled with bloody lines, presenting a spiritual appearance that had a suppressed ferocity, a suppressed madness, making him stand at the edge of mental collapse.

  "Six days, six days, only six days have passed, I remember it's just six days, I must keep going on, no matter what, I must keep going on for ten more days!"

  "No, it's been seven days, already seven days have passed, maybe even longer. There's no reference point here, a warrior's sense of the outside world's day and night rhythms is always off. A warrior isn't a god, if I were a god, I wouldn't be stuck here. I must have sensed it wrong, ten days, ten days have already arrived."

  "No! It's only been six days, and there are still four more days to go! We've already made it through six days, can't we even make it through the last four?"

  "Nonsense, nonsense! Ten days, it's absolutely more than ten days! I can go out now!"

  "No, no, no! I won't back down. My goal is to be the greatest under heaven, to become the greatest swordsman under heaven. Ten days, just ten days and you think I'll admit defeat? That's impossible!"

  "Bullshit! Let me out of here!"

  Wang Ting let out a series of mentally unstable roars, initially still suppressing his voice, but as time passed, calmness completely dissipated from his body, leaving only brutal ferocity, a kind of thorough mental breakdown.

  "Get out! Get out, I want to get out! Ten days are up, I want to get out!"

  Suddenly, a loud roar burst from his mouth, and he could no longer control his body. He rushed out of the small room, heavily pounding on the door in front of him, wildly shouting: "Open the door! Open the door, I want to get out, I want to get out!"

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  A loud noise suddenly woke up Yīn Xuě who was guarding outside the door.

  Just as Yin Xue wanted to open the door and see what had happened, Wang Ting in the room suddenly woke up again: "No, it's not time yet! The ten-day period hasn't arrived! I can't go out, I can't go out, seal the door, seal the door!"

  "Mentor."

  Listening to the voice in the room that was on the verge of collapse, a hint of sadness flashed across Yin Xue's eyes hidden under the silver mask.

  And...

  A thread of hatred!

  Hatred for those who created all this before our eyes!

  However, thinking of the wonders of the Tianmo Quanshen technique and Wang Ting's serious entrustment when entering this room, this sorrow only appeared in her eyes for an instant. The next moment, her face was already replaced with coldness, and she came to the outside of the courtyard, ordering a guard who seemed to have heard some movement: "I want a iron gate, solid iron gate, the more sturdy the better, at least it can withstand the impact of a great swordsman's peak strength."

  "Iron Gate?"

  The guard hesitated for a moment, recalling the steward's instructions, and immediately nodded: "Please wait a moment, Miss Yin."

  Less than half an hour after the guard left, he came back again, but this time with two people carrying a solid iron door that weighed over 100 kilograms.

  "Miss Yin, this is the iron gate you wanted. This iron gate, let alone withstanding the attacks of a top-notch swordsman, even a master-level swordsman may not be able to break through."

  Yin Xue nodded, and under the astonished gaze of the two formal swordsmen, he directly lifted up the iron door by himself and brought it to the front of that room. With a loud crash, he slammed it onto the ground, causing stone chips to fly everywhere, completely blocking the position where the wooden door was located.

  "Miss Yin, we..."

  "Let's go down."

  "Yes."

  The two guards responded in unison and retreated once more.

  It has to be said that the iron gate prepared by Yīn Xuě is very wise.

  The king's court, sometimes calm and sometimes crazy, had just stopped for less than an hour, and immediately started smashing the door again, with each episode more intense than the last. The time it took to recover from the madness also grew longer each time, often lasting over an hour, while the periods of calmness lasted less than a dozen minutes.

  By the sixth night, his mental state seemed to have collapsed, and he could no longer control the force in his hands. He directly smashed the wooden door into powder, and the huge power further impacted the iron door outside, causing it to shake violently.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

  Continuous vibrations came from the iron gate, but facing Yin Xue's power that far surpassed the level of a sword master, no matter how hard Wang Ting charged at the iron gate, he was unable to budge it in the slightest.

  In this process, the face under Yinn's silver mask was always filled with indifference and coldness, as if he was doing something completely unrelated, thoroughly ignoring Wang Ting's madness and roar, chilling to the bone!

  A loud noise, spreading throughout this solitary courtyard, accompanied by a kind of heart-pounding hysteria, that kind of madness and cruelty, making the guests living in nearby courtyards move away one after another, not daring to stay near anymore. Under such wailing, every night would be accompanied by nightmares.

  The crazy knocking lasted all night!

  For the entire night, over eight hours, this intense pounding and banging did not stop. With hands pounding, bodies slamming, heads crashing, accompanied by that mournful howling like a beast, everyone was shocked and terrified by the potential that humans were forced to explode when they were driven to desperation.

  When time moved on to the seventh day, the knocking sound gradually weakened.

  By the seventh day in the afternoon, the knocking sound had almost disappeared. This situation continued until the eighth day morning without any change.

  Calm!

  Compared to last night, tonight has a suffocating calmness.

  In that suffocating environment, throughout the entire night, those swordsmen and warriors watching over the courtyard didn't even dare to take a breath, fearing that the terrifying scene from last night would recur.

  But...

  No!

  The whole night, nothing changed in the room!

  No more sounds came from within that room.

  The owner of that room which had shocked the entire courtyard just a few days ago, has vanished into thin air at this moment and no longer exists in this world.

  For a moment, all the swordsmen watching this courtyard couldn't help but simultaneously surge with an astonishing guess...

  Could it be...

  The king's court in the room...

  He's dead!?

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