In fact, it is better to say that it is insomnia, it is better to say that it is not sleepy.

It seems to start with compressing your magic power.

Just as he comforted Little Larisa, Chen Zhao went back to the bedroom and looked at Fali, who was asleep.

Chen Zhao planned to enter the River Map and strive to completely compress the magic power within the River Map.

As soon as he entered the River Tu, Chen Zhao suddenly felt a pain in his forehead.

Then he recovered from insomnia for many days without medicine.

When Chen Zhao woke up again, it was already five days later.

"Old turtle, are you crazy? You're so hard." Chen Zhao covered the back of his head.

Even though it has been so long, Chen Zhao still felt heavy on the back of his head, as if a weight of 100 tons was hung.

"You kid really dares to do something wrong." Old turtle looked at Chen Zhao with a look of regret.

"What's wrong with me?" Chen Zhao looked at the old turtle in confusion.

"What's going on with the magic of your left arm?"

"Oh... this is the solution I came up with." Chen Zhao said his thoughts and intentions.

The old bride's eyes when she looked at Chen Zhao changed, which was a look of admiration.

But Chen Zhao knew that Lao Bud would never worship him.

Just kidding, can an elephant worship an ant?

"You are so awesome, do your family know?"

"Is this method not working?" Chen Zhao asked.

"I have never seen anyone who dares to practice like you in ancient times, nor are there any demon clans. Anyway, it's your most awesome."

"No, you said you hoped that I could create my own martial arts and walk a path of my own." Chen Zhao looked at Lao Bi in surprise: "Why now I came up with a method myself, and you poured cold water on me again?"

"No, if you want to create your own method, you need to have enough knowledgeable magic and Taoist foundation, and then through gradual improvement and exploration, you can create a set of practice techniques. As a result, you have not created your own skills, but you have gone wrong."

"It's crooked? Are you saying I'm infatuated?"

"I don't know, if you practice and grow step by step, I can give you some advice, but now you have taken a path that I can't understand at all through compression. I can't give you any advice." Lao Bi said.

"Isn't it just that the magic power is compressed? What's the big deal? How can I practice like this?"

"Do you think you're just compressing your magic?"

"Or what?" Chen Zhao didn't think it was a big deal.

"The magic power on your right arm is not true. I don't know what it means to be magic power," said Lao Bi.

"No, I didn't feel any change in the magic power, and I didn't feel any change when I was fighting."

"Because you are not strong enough now, you can't feel anything deeper, but I can feel that your left arm is no longer filled with magic."

"What should I do? I'll disperse my magic?"

"Can you disperse?" Lao Bi looked at Chen Zhao with a funny look: "At the speed of your small world recovery, you will immediately replenish the magic power."

"Forget it, if you have any mistakes, just make mistakes. You can't let me chop off my left arm." Chen Zhao was heartless: "I will first compress my whole body with magic power."

"Okay, it's hard to go against anyway. Let's see how you did it. Logically speaking, this compression will not change the structure of the magic."

Chen Zhao began to compress magic power in front of the old turtle.

Chen Zhao had just completed a piece of magic compression on his chest. When the old turtle pointed, Chen Zhao's chest suddenly lost a piece of flesh as big as a finger.

Chen Zhao was in pain and started to sweat coldly, and he cursed: "Old bride, why are you so cruel?"

The old turtle picked up a piece of flesh and blood from Chen Zhao's chest with his fingers, and his face was full of suspicion.

"It's strange. There seems to be nothing special about your process of compressing magic. Why does the smell change after the compression is completed?"

Chen Zhao waited until his chest healed, and then he began to compress his magic again.

The old turtle has been studying Chen Zhao's breasts with the size of his fingernails.

Chen Zhao didn't know what he was studying.

A month has passed, and Chen Zhao has compressed the magic power in his body by 90%.

But the small piece of meat on the old turtle's finger is still as bright as before.

Chen Zhao was about to speak when the old turtle suddenly threw Chen Zhao's piece of meat into his mouth.

This action scared Chen Zhao: "I'll go, old turtle, you won't want to eat me, right?"

"Get out, old man, I'm not in the mood to joke with you." The old turtle glared at Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao's magic compression seemed to have put the old turtle in a bottleneck.

He couldn't figure out what was wrong.

If it is just a magic compression, the old turtle can do it with just one finger.

But even if the old turtle personally compressed the magic power, it only changed the quality of the magic power, and did not change the essence of the magic power.

This change is likely to come from Chen Zhao himself.

"Old turtle, what's wrong with you?" Chen Zhao looked at the old turtle with a sad face.

"Maybe you are right." Lao Bi Lao said this for a long time.

"What's the meaning?"

"The river map has been around for thousands of years, and the outside world has changed. I have forgotten my former ambitions."

"Old turtle, don't be crazy. Why don't I get a psychiatrist for you?" Chen Zhao looked at the old turtle worriedly.

"Get out, I'm normal for old turtle." Old turtle glared at Chen Zhao.

"Then what's going on? You're obviously abnormal during this period."

"For practice, the East calls it spiritual power and the West calls it magic power. But in general, there is no difference. Even if I have been practicing in the River Map for tens of millions of years, I can't change the essence of magic power. The only difference is the size of the quantity, but the magic power on your kid may no longer be called magic power or spiritual power."

"What is it called?" Chen Zhao didn't understand what Lao Bi said: "Is it called divine power?"

"Yes, the West calls this divine power, and in the East it is called immortal power."

"Stop being funny, it seems like I'm about to ascend to the Tao." Chen Zhao looked disgusted.

"I'm not kidding, and the ascension you mentioned is true, but you are not many times far from flying now." The old turtle glanced at Chen Zhao: "Old turtle, my only chance to leave the River Map is to ascense. Now, this opportunity lies with you."

Chen Zhao shivered: "I'm not Tang Monk, Lao Tui, don't look at me with this look."

"Get out, I need to comprehend the mystery of you, why will the magic power become immortal power after being compressed by you?"

"But after all, is this immortal power useful?"

"Washing the muscles and veins, and awakening the magical powers will be like an ancient god."

"Old bride, what you said is getting more and more mysterious. I always feel that your words are unreliable." Chen Zhao was a little embarrassed: "The ancient gods must have a lifespan of only a lot more than you. They are not even left with scum now, so I probably won't be better than them. Even with your cultivation level, I can probably beat them."
Chapter completed!