Max-Level Learning Ability: Facing The Cliff And Repenting For 80 Years-Chapter 455 - : Nine Lives (2)

Chapter 455: Nine Lives (2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Over the long years, Li Qingshan repeated his monotonous life.

In his fifth life, he had lived for three million years and comprehended 300 Rules.

In his sixth life, he had lived for three million years and comprehended 300 Rules.

In his seventh life, he had lived for three million years and comprehended 280 Rules.

In his eighth life, he had lived for three million years and comprehended 220 Rules.

After eight lifetimes, Li Qingshan had used tens of millions of years of his lifespan to comprehend 2,800 Rules.

He gave it his all, relying on his maxed-level comprehension skills in the latter lifetimes, forcibly comprehending the Rules under the strict vigilance of the world’s will.

As such, he was still short of 200 Rules to reach the 3,000 Rules.

Li Qingshan had also lived to the end of his eighth life. He didn’t have much time left.

He had to live out his ninth life.

But now, Li Qingshan had visited all the Forbidden Lands in the Immortal Plane.

Li Qingshan had picked all the divine medicine from those places. The Forbidden Lands could no longer help Li Qingshan.

His eight lives were supported by these major Forbidden Lands, with the Old Emperors within them daring not to utter a word of complaint.

Li Qingshan had consumed every divine medicine recorded in the Immortal Plane.

He had also consumed divine medicines that weren’t recorded in the Immortal Plane.

His body had developed a resistance to divine medicines because he had experienced all kinds of potent divine medicines.

Therefore, he could no longer rely on these things in his ninth life.

He had to live out his ninth life on his own.

Li Qingshan wasn’t in a hurry. He woke up from the elongated time and walked into the Emperor Space nine years later, feeling full of emotions.

In the nine years in the outside world, Li Qingshan had lived eight lives.

The long years were a form of torment for Li Qingshan.

Imagine spending tens of millions of years facing only one task: comprehending the Rules.

Most of that time was spent achieving nothing, with empty results. Li Qingshan could only silently endure.

After such a long time, Li Qingshan finally understood why some people would be tempted by the world’s will to enter the realm of Great Oblivion.

In the later stages, when you look around and see no one you care about, in a new world, you exude an ancient aura, feeling out of place. You lack the interest to engage with the new world, new people, and new language.

The world no longer held anything you cared about. The only pursuit left was constantly surpassing yourself. The world’s will extend an olive branch, inviting you to merge with the 3,000 Rules.

Many would agree.

Li Qingshan used to think that those who agreed had weak wills and fragile minds, but after experiencing it himself, he realized that it was easy to speak from outside the situation.

“Fortunately, I have my own perseverance, people I care about, and a lofty goal.” Li Qingshan walked out of the bamboo hut and smiled as he looked at the blazing sun outside.

The warm sunlight scattered on his body, dispelling the fatigue accumulated from long-term seclusion and giving Li Qingshan hope in life.

Trapped in a corner, one’s thoughts would become extreme. Therefore, one had to look at the world and the sun often.

The sun represented hope.

Facing the rising sun, Li Qingshan walked out of the Emperor Space and came to the Celestial Court. He saw the Celestial Court that was thriving day by day.

After nine years, the Celestial Court had completely recovered. It had swept away its previous decline and became even stronger. It had cleaned up its own shortcomings and became clean. Therefore, the entire sphere of influence seemed to be full of vitality.

The once-empty Nine Heavens had become bustling with noise and activity, crowded and lively.

Seeing this, Li Qingshan smiled in satisfaction.

“Dean Mu Ran and Patriarch Zhang have done well. With the Celestial Court in their hands, the future is secure,” Li Qingshan said with satisfaction.

He had never thought that a force would exist forever. This was unrealistic. Every force had its life cycle.

Just like a person, from birth to death, it was a cycle.

It was the same for a faction.

Though, in the eyes of the world, the Celestial Court had existed since the Ancient Celestial Court, surviving for millions of years without interruption. Those in the know understood that the Celestial Court had been reborn twice.

One day in the future, the new Celestial Court that Li Qingshan had built up would also fall, decline, and eventually perish.

But so what?

In the long river of history, this was just a very normal rise and fall. At least for now, the Celestial Court protected the lower-level cultivators, providing them a path upward, which was enough.

When Li Qingshan entered the Nine Heavens, he went to visit Little Nine and the others.

Little Nine was in seclusion. Although she was already an Emperor’s sister and highly esteemed, she didn’t slack off. Because her brother’s cultivation speed was too fast, she felt that if she didn’t work hard, she might not even see her brother’s shadow in the future.

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However, to Little Nine, she wanted to follow her brother. Even if it was just watching from afar, watching her brother shine in the cosmos, she felt proud. That was enough.

Hua Xiangrong was also in seclusion.

Li Qingshan didn’t disturb her. Although he knew the background of Hua Xiangrong and Hua Yun, he didn’t tell Hua Xiangrong. Since her previous life’s memories hadn’t awakened, there was no need to bring it up and cause unnecessary trouble.

Perhaps one day in the future, Hua Xiangrong will remember her past life. It wouldn’t be too late to tell her then.

A’wei and the Five Ghosts were all diligently cultivating, each aware of the vast gap between them and Li Qingshan, striving to catch up.

Li Qingshan glanced at them, a gaze spanning millions of years, filled with deep affection. These people were his fetters in the mortal world.