My Five Bigshot Seniors: I am The Most Coddled Junior!-Chapter 475 - 155: [Second Update]

The response to Gu Qingqing was silence, as if she was the only one in this vast white space, which made her frown slightly with discomfort.

This kind of environment inevitably made people feel restless, and Gu Qingqing felt exactly like that at the moment.

However, she quickly realized her odd state, furrowed her brows, took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, and directly sat cross-legged on the spot, closed her eyes, and started meditating.

In the past, she could always quickly get into the meditative state, without ever feeling unsettled, but here, for some unknown reason, she found it hard to settle her mind, and as soon as she closed her eyes, images of people and events she had seen would invade her mind, disturbing her mood and preventing her from entering the state.

She pursed her lips, remaining calm, thinking of nothing, letting those images appear and disappear in her mind. Once she found they couldn’t affect her, those images vanished. Her furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and she soon entered the meditation state.

Quickly, the scene before her changed, and she found herself on a battlefield.

The bright sun was high in the sky, and the warring sides consisted of humans in various attire on one side and strange Fierce Beasts and ghost-like translucent figures on the other, locked in intense combat.

The ground was littered with corpses of both humans and Fierce Beasts, with the blood staining the ground a deep red, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.

In mid-air, a figure was engaged in battle.

The person wore a brocade robe with a dark color background adorned with golden lines, and a crown on his head. His stature was towering, standing over 1.9 meters, exuding an extremely dominant presence, making people instinctively want to kneel at his feet just from seeing his back.

His voice was deep and resonant, echoing throughout the heavens and earth, and with every utterance, a great number of spirit beasts and ghost-like translucent figures perished.

Gu Qingqing quickly realized he was a Word Spirit Master, and a top-tier one at that, effortlessly bringing the essence of the Word Spirit Technique to life, capable of summoning winds and rains with ease.

This was the first time Gu Qingqing saw another Word Spirit Master in battle. Unlike her mode of constant restriction, the man’s Word Spirit Technique was incredibly powerful, and with casual gestures, many spirit beasts were slain.

Watching this scene, Gu Qingqing felt very excited. Her heart pounded swiftly, breathing was rapid, completely engrossed, and everything around her vanished, leaving only the image of that person.

"Word Spirit Users, wielding words as weapons, making words reality..." The deep voice resonated in Gu Qingqing’s ears, pulling her irresistibly into reconceptualizing the essence of the Word Spirit Technique.

...

Jun Wu, after being swallowed by the black hole, also fell into a slumber, and upon waking, found himself in a silver space. The walls around were silver, covered with black stick figure drawings, prompting Jun Wu to stand up and walk to the wall.

Looking at the stick figures, he noticed one prominently wielded a scimitar.

Then, without any forewarning, the stick figure suddenly moved. It started demonstrating a Sword Technique to Jun Wu, a technique he had never seen before, which made his eyes light up.

After completing one demonstration, the stick figure repeated the Sword Technique two more times before returning to its place on the wall.

Jun Wu, watching the stick figure, began to muse, recalling the Sword Technique he just witnessed, while mentally practicing it. Once he felt he had practiced enough, he summoned a silver scimitar into his hand and proceeded to reenact what the stick figure did.

Although the results in this space weren’t visible, he distinctly sensed this move consumed less immortal power than his previous techniques did, yet the potency was similar. His eyes shone brightly, as if he had discovered a treasure, and immediately looked towards the wall with the stick figures, then moved to the next figure.

Similarly, the second figure also demonstrated the move three times before reverting back to a mural. However, the actions it demonstrated had been etched into Jun Wu’s memory, and he practiced it mentally. Once he felt he had practiced sufficiently, he rehearsed it with the scimitar.

Initially, he managed to perfect each move on the first attempt, but by the tenth move, he failed to succeed on his first try. Furrowing his brow, he revisited the practice mentally, repeating it over a hundred times to note every detail before successfully executing it with the scimitar, also noticing a subtle change in his immortal power.

At this point, he was completely immersed in learning the Sword Technique, focusing solely on perfecting it, setting everything else aside.

...

When Si Lin awoke, he found himself by a waterfall. Momentarily dazed, he quickly remembered that he had been swallowed by a black hole and immediately surveyed his surroundings nervously, gripping the Dragon Capturing Sword without a trace of emotion.

Soon, he saw a silhouette.

With its back turned to him, he could only see the person clad in concise black attire, looking very sharp.

As he observed, the figure suddenly began to move.

The figure leapt beneath the waterfall, drawing a sword with another hand, and started practicing swordsmanship beneath the cascade.

As a Sword Dao genius with an Innate Sword Body, few in the Enlightenment Immortal Realm could match Si Lin’s attainment in swordsmanship.

Initially, he was surprised to see the figure practicing beneath the waterfall, observing with a critical gaze. But as he watched on, his attitude shifted, eyes fixed intensely on the figure’s Swordsmanship, hands holding the sword slightly moving, utterly immersed in it.

Every move made by the figure was imprinted into his mind, and within his head, he began practicing along with the figure.

The more he practiced, the more he felt the uniqueness of this swordsmanship. Each move seemed simple but was actually ever-changing, and if he wasn’t careful, it transformed into a different sword technique entirely. Despite his prowess, he erred multiple times!

During this process, his comprehension of Sword Dao gradually deepened, unaware that his aura was also surging.

...

When Rong Ye woke up, he found himself in a world of talisman.

The area was covered with all kinds of talisman, which might make an average person dizzy at first glance, but Rong Ye felt differently.

The symbols on the talisman detached from their scripts, flying into his body, and a rune occasionally appeared in his eyes as those in his mind that hadn’t been lit began lighting up one by one, causing his lips to curl into a smile.