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Law Enforcement Hall.

Different from the other halls in style, this place is completely black and solemn.

The hall was depressing, like a huge monster lying down, swallowing everyone who entered.

The Law Enforcement Hall prohibits all illegal activities of the disciples of the sect internally, and prohibits the Black Mountain monks from violating the rules externally.

There are six inspection teams in the palace, all led by the foundation-building elders, and the selected members are all people with outstanding combat capabilities.

Among the five halls of Qingfeng Gate, the Law Enforcement Hall has the most authority and is the most respected.

The heads of sects are basically from the Law Enforcement Hall.

It was not until this year that Wei Dao came out of the blue, broke this convention, won the battle for the head, and took the position of the head of the Qingfeng Sect.

On the high platform of the side hall, three foundation-building monks looked at the water mirror in front of them. There were hundreds of steps inside, and two sect disciples were standing at the bottom with their hands tied.

"Palace Master, why do you need to go there personally for such a trivial matter? Just leave it to us. Wenxinlu rarely deposes disciples and it's just a formality."

Ma Ming followed an old man, bending slightly.

The old man was tall, with thick eyebrows and broad eyes, and a very stern face. Even with a smile, he gave off a slight sense of pressure.

"True disciples are related to the future of the sect. I have long made suggestions at the elders' meeting to allocate future resources based on the number of steps taken on the road of inquiry. Unfortunately, the leader rejected it."

Liang Yu, the master of the Hall of Law Enforcement, has cultivated in the late stage of foundation building, and the ancestor of the Pill Formation, Yang Zhenren, has passed on to his disciples.

When the Qingfeng Sect leader was running for the election, Liang Yu was the most popular candidate and his voice was extremely high.

But at the last moment, Patriarch Ge, who seldom spoke or cared about public affairs, suddenly focused on defending Taoism, and Patriarch Yang was noncommittal.

Liang Yu, who originally had the upper hand in the Presbyterian Church, lost to Wei Dao, who was much more junior than him.

But in terms of power, he is still the top person in the sect.

It's just that in recent years, as Patriarch Yang's life is running out, and the majesty of the head guard has become stronger and stronger day by day, their entire family has begun to feel like it's in turmoil.

Ma Ming looked embarrassed. He had taken more than 20 steps in asking questions, and his performance at this level was not outstanding.

Another old man immediately picked up the conversation: "Senior brother, no one else can match his foresight. If it were senior brother sitting in that position, the sect would definitely develop even more prosperously..."

"Don't mention this again! Weidao has managed the sect and his achievements over the years are obvious to all. I am not as good as him in this regard."

Liang Yu has been in charge of law enforcement for decades. At this time, he kept a straight face and showed no anger.

"Junior Brother Zhang, I have advised you many times to open up the situation a little bit. What good will it do to your cultivation if you are obsessed with a little bit of power and fight for it?"

Just seeing that Junior Brother Zhang had white hair and an obvious aura of aging, and that he was only a few years younger than himself and was in the early stages of foundation building, Liang Yu couldn't bear to say more and looked into the water mirror.

"The second level of the trial, let's begin."

Hundreds of steps in the water mirror glowed at the same time, and there were stars covering the top, forming a closed space.

A middle-grade magic weapon, a ladder to ask the mind.

"Junior Brother Bai, I will take the first step, you can study slowly!"

Xiong Baishan winked at Bai Zichen, laughed wildly, and stepped up to the first step.

Bai Zichen inquired about it, and found out that the ladder to ask the mind is a magic weapon passed down from generation to generation in the Law Enforcement Hall. It can illuminate the soul, clear the spiritual platform, and determine the character of the mind through the steps the monks take on the ladder.

As long as you take ten steps, this second level will be passed.

Since the True Inheritance Trial, very few disciples have been eliminated from the Wenxin Ladder.

Bai Zichen believed that his devotion to the Tao was no weaker than that of others. Seeing that Xiong Baishan had walked through the seventh and eighth steps step by step, he took the first step firmly.

A force of gravity pressed down on my shoulders, and my legs were as heavy as lead. Every time I took a step, I felt tired and weak. After walking a few steps, I even felt the pain of muscle tearing.

The pain can only be relieved by staying where you are. Stepping out a step would be worse than death.

Bai Zichen gritted his teeth and sweat dripped from his forehead. It turned out that it was a physical test from the beginning.

Even this superficial pain is unbearable, so there is no need to continue climbing on the stairs to ask the mind.

Taking another step up, all kinds of delicious food, mansions and palaces, and Meiji's servants appeared in his mind like a revolving door. He became a prince of a prince, born with a high status, and lived a luxurious life of bright clothes, angry horses, wine pools and meat forests. Life.

If you want any rare treasures or exotic beauties, someone will send them to your bedroom the next day.

"How can a few external things compete with eternal life? It's just too much to look down on people."

Bai Zichen watched with cold eyes, like a passerby. The surrounding scene was like broken glass, dissipating into pieces, and he took a few steps up.

As soon as the scene changed, mortal relatives and friends from the clan came up one after another, holding his hands and inviting him to go home for a reunion.

Bai Ling was wearing a semi-sheer gauze skirt, her cheeks were as bright as pearls, and her eyes were full of spring, adding a bit of beauty. She murmured about Brother Chen and waved to him.

Bai Zichen turned a blind eye and only paused when he passed by his uncle Bai Jiu'an and let out a long sigh.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already reached level 30.

Xiong Baishan, who originally set off first, was now one step behind. His expression changed on the twenty-seventh level of heaven, and he hesitated to move forward.

Bai Zichen looked up and saw that there were still seventy levels to the top of the Wenxin Heavenly Level. The last few levels seemed to have been integrated into the starlight and were out of reach.

"The trial has passed. Let's see how far we can go... I heard that the highest record in the past hundred years is the fifty-fifth level of heaven achieved by the leader Wei Dao."

After calming down, I stood on level 31.

The world is spinning, decades have passed, and Bai Zichen is already over sixty.

Because he was seriously injured during the sect's land reclamation war, he spent more than ten years recuperating from his injuries. His foundation was damaged, and it took several times more time to refine his Qi to perfection.

When he was forty years old, he put together his contributions and exchanged the Foundation Establishment Pill to attack the Foundation Establishment. He was defeated at the first level of the physical body. It turned out that there was a hidden wound in his body. It broke out at the critical moment and stopped immediately at the first level.

The cultivation level retreated two realms in a row and returned to the eighth level of Qi refining.

But he was not discouraged. He practiced hard for ten years and perfected his Qi refining again. This time, he only had the help of a foundation-building spiritual object. However, due to insufficient mana and incomplete erysipelas, he once again failed to achieve success.

This time, the backlash from the failure to build the foundation was even more serious, almost killing him.

After coming out of the secret room, he had silver hair and wrinkled skin. He looked twenty years older in an instant, and his cultivation was only at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

This reconstruction took a full fifteen years. At the age of sixty-five, Bai Zichen reached the state of Qi Refining Perfection for the third time.

"Senior Brother Bai, forget it, how can you build a foundation at your age? If you fail, you will die immediately!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Bai, why not resign from the sect and return to the family to marry a few wives and concubines to reproduce your descendants. With your perfect cultivation of Qi, you still have a few decades of good life to live."

At the age of sixty-five, he has failed to build the foundation twice, his energy and blood are depleted, and his magic power is declining...

Everything indicates that forcibly building the foundation again will lead to a dead end.

"On the road, you can't always have everything you want, but you just want to be true to your heart."

Bai Zichen refused the kind-hearted persuasion of his fellow apprentices, walked into the secret room without the Foundation Establishment Pill and the Foundation Establishment Spiritual Object, and closed the door to death.

A month later, a vortex of spiritual energy soared into the sky, and a foundation-building monk slowly walked out of the secret room.

Bai Zichen opened his eyes, and there was light flowing in them. After spending virtual decades, he had unknowingly reached the fiftieth level of heaven.