Nine Nether River, Death Waters...

At this moment, Han Chen had been diving for about a day.

But what is helpless is that there is still no bottom of the water, let alone the world at the bottom of the Styx.

The temperature in the water became colder and colder, and the dead energy and yin energy became stronger and stronger. Han Chen even couldn't believe the purified Buddha lotus in his body, for fear that if he accidentally did not resist the power of the Nine Netherworld Rivers, thus bringing devastating disasters.

But, it seems that Hanchen has no choice but to continue moving down.

The Jinyan Dynasty and his group must be still guarding it. I think most of the others noticed that the purified Buddha lotus was on their bodies.

Things have come to this point now, and Hanchen has no other way out.

"I hope that some inheritance power below can make me stronger!"

A little hope came out of Han Chen's eyes. No matter what, everyone's lives are now in his hands, and the burden on his body is slightly heavier.

In the waters of the Styx, Han Chen's vision was reduced to the lowest point. He could only see a field of vision within half a meter at most, and it would not work even further.

There was a sound of water flowing in my ears, "rattle", and after listening for a long time, I couldn't help but feel a different kind of heaviness.

"Senior Zhongli, chat with me!" Han Chen was also bored and made such a request.

Zhong Li couldn't help but be funny, "You should honestly recognize your way!"

"What else do you think of? I have long been unable to tell the difference between the east, south, west and north. I am really idle, and it is rare that there will be time. Let's communicate with each other."

"Okay! What do you want to talk about?"

“Things about the Holy Gate.”

"You want that dead girl Yu Fenglan again?"

"It's not just her, but my mother, maybe she might be in the Holy Gate. I need to know something about the Holy Gate."

"The Holy Sect has a very strict level, with countless disciples in the sect, and each of them is of superior qualifications and extremely talented people. But most of the disciples have very low status!"

Han Chen nodded and continued to ask, "Are the disciples who recruited the Holy Sects in the Centennial Ceremony?"

"This is just one of them, and there are other ways to recruit. To be honest, those who can enter the Holy Gate through a century-old ceremony will be the focus of training by the Holy Gate. After all, it is quite difficult to enter the top 100 among the thousands of geniuses...

As for other recruitment methods, the specifications will be relatively loose. For example, if you have very good talents and average cultivation, you may also be selected to become junior disciples. The Holy Sect will assess junior disciples and intermediate disciples every few years. Those who fail to assess will basically be expelled from the Holy Sect!"

If you fail the assessment, you will be expelled from the Holy Sect.

Han Chen was secretly frightened. It was already very difficult to enter the Holy Sect. Unexpectedly, after entering, he would face the risk of being expelled at any time. The system of this Holy Sect is really strict.

"What is Miss Yufeng's status in the Holy Sect?" Han Chen asked.

"High, very high!" Zhongli used two words in a row, "The status of Saint Tianxuan in the Holy Sect is below one person and above ten thousand people. Only the master of the Holy Sect has surpassed her..."

Below one person, above ten thousand people!

Hearing these words, Han Chen's heart couldn't help but shrink, and his face was a little bit wrong.

"Hehe, why? I was scared? I felt that the difference between me and her was too big?" Zhongli made fun of her without hesitation.

"Then her cultivation level?"

"I won't say how high her cultivation is, so as not to hit you again. Anyway, it's a 100,000-mile difference with you. Even if she waits for you for two hundred years, you probably won't be able to catch up with her."

...

Han Chen twitched and said he would not hit him? If this is not a hit, what would it be?

"It would be too exaggerated to say that I can't catch up with her for two hundred years?"

"It's not an exaggeration at all. Just the 'saint', you will have to spend countless years."

"How long does it take for countless people?"

"This is not easy to say, because some people, if they spend their entire lives, cannot enter the holy realm. Take the Holy Door as an example. There are countless disciples stuck in the ninth level of the immortal realm for hundreds of years, and have never been able to understand the mystery of the holy realm."

Has been stuck in the ninth level of the immortal realm for hundreds of years?

Han Chen was a little stunned and couldn't believe it for a moment. "Is it true or false?"

"Do I need to lie to you?" Zhongli replied lightly, and then said, "That island owner Lin and the mountain in the wild starry sea. I think it took him at least three hundred years to break through the holy realm. Of course, this is my calculation. It is worth mentioning that it is still a good result to become a saint in three hundred years."

After hearing this, Han Chen felt that a basin of cold water was poured from beginning to end.

Is it so difficult to break through to enter the holy realm?

Three hundred years, in Han Chen's eyes, it has been too long. In three hundred years, I don't know what will happen.

No wonder there are so few saints in this world, and even in many places, there has not been a saint in a thousand years.

It turns out that this is not just a lack of talent, but more factors, but also because of the distantness of the realm of the saint.

...

"Hehe, damn boy, don't be too discouraged. What I said just now is just the time it takes to practice normally."

"Oh?" Han Chen's heart lit up, "You mean? Are there any other ways to shorten the time for saints?"

"Of course, let's take you as an example! If you practice normally, you will only be at the second or third level of Tongtian Realm when you die. Look, isn't this the eighth level of the immortal realm?"

Han Chen looked depressed, "I said, senior, can you not compare me?"

"Haha, I just want you to understand, there is no other meaning." Zhongli smiled playfully.

"You keep talking about the key points."

"Well! The shortcut to becoming a saint is to obtain the inheritance of a powerful man entering the holy realm. Many powerful figures will choose to leave their life's "heart and blood mantle" to future generations in the form of inheritance, so that they can carry forward the on behalf of them...

Just like your little girlfriend in Xuexi, hasn’t she been passed down by the love saint? In comparison, she will have an advantage over you in the future path to becoming a saint. Of course, she will have an advantage over you, but the probability of becoming a saint may not be great! The reason for this is mainly because the cultivation of the love saint Liu Feixu is not among the top strong people among the saints.”

Han Chen shook his head and sighed softly, "But the inheritance of the ancestors' saints is not so easy to obtain."

"You said right, right, this kind of saint inheritance is often something that is hard to come by. If you accidentally encounter it, it is a gift from God to you. If you can't, it's normal. Therefore, I advise you not to think so much, let it go, and whether you become a saint in the future depends on your own fortune."

"I see!"

After communicating with Zhongli so much, Han Chen's mentality gradually returned to calm.

The path to the peak of martial arts is originally full of thorns and extremely difficult.

No matter how difficult the path to becoming a saint is, Han Chen will continue to move on.

...

“Buzz!”
Chapter completed!