Yesterday, he had discovered that looking at the black sky here was different from looking at the night sky outside. It's very subtle and hard to describe, but once you experience it, you'll know what it feels like. The dark night was a pitch-black night. Situ Hao's eyes were as cold and calm as a bird of prey, staring at the dark night, but he seemed to be able to see that the dark night had turned into pieces of water, flowing. Sometimes, it turned into a taciturn old man. The night would not have its own form, but Situ Hao had this feeling. It was murmuring, as if it was accusing, and it seemed to be a solemn prayer. "Ever-changing." Situ Hao sat cross-legged at an angle between the hillside and the grass. He will neither fall nor need to raise his head to see the sky. He raised his head slightly and opened his eyes. In front of him was a dark old man who was whispering. After Situ Hao opened his eyes, he said this softly, and his eyes suddenly flashed a red light , as if they were on fire . Situ Hao felt that something was quietly sprouting in his heart. However, he also understands that it will take time to completely wait for this thing to grow up. After concentrating on cultivating the fragments of the Burial Scripture, Situ Hao's most intuitive feeling was that Mad Dragon had been emphasizing a balance from beginning to end. Everything seems to exist to maintain such a balance. This feeling was so strong that Situ Hao even felt that this burial technique might as well be called a balancing punch rather than calling it Burial of the Fragments of the Book of Heaven. However, it is not easy to balance the energy existing in the complex form in the body. This is not something that can be done overnight, and now Situ Hao is also a little confused. Is it really necessary to do this? Looking at the funeral masters in this world, which one is not struggling to reach the limit of one of his abilities, but now he hears the mad dragon sending a signal to him. Balance, unless you want to maintain a balance of all the different sources of energy in your body, you will not be able to enter the third stage of cultivation. For Situ Hao, it wasn't that he couldn't do it, but that he didn't want to do it. First of all, let’s not talk about the fact that he doesn’t feel the need to do that at all. Let’s just say that even if he does it for no reason, there will be a kind of energy consumption in the process of energy conversion.Because this is to forcefully change the distribution of energy in the body, and then allow the stronger part of the energy in the body, just like the aura of heaven and earth, to support the weaker part of the energy. This is different from using the energy by the burial master himself. After using it, as long as it takes a while and practices hard, the energy can still be restored. However, converting energy from its source form and seeking balance means that less means less. It is like scooping out a ladle of water, which directly means nothing. Situ Hao thought calmly that if he had to balance the energy in his body now, his cultivation would probably decline. Situ Hao felt his head hurt, but there was nothing he could do. Do we want to give up on practicing the fragments of the Burial Scripture? Now, the reason why Situ Hao is so distressed is precisely because he is vaguely aware of the value of this burial technique, even though it is only a low-level burial technique with fragments. However, Situ Hao felt that the content of this burial technique could not only be explained by its level. Situ Hao felt that the reason why this fragment of the Burial Scripture was a low-level fragment was ultimately his choice to maintain balance. Staring at the night sky quietly for a long time, you will feel that the night sky is also staring at you. In fact, everything is like this. As time goes by, if you are alive, you will feel that everything is alive. You will be afraid of ghosts, and everything you see will look like ghosts. I am happy, everyone seems to be laughing, I am sad, and the world seems to be dead. Everything in the world is a metaphor, Situ Hao thought silently. Then, his pupils suddenly shrank, he slowly opened his mouth, and his eyes gradually widened, and then he thought of the ever-changing night sky. Yes, metaphor, everything in the world is a metaphor. In fact, the same is true for the dark night sky that seemed to have turned into an old man just now. It doesn't matter what it is, what's important is that it can have ever-changing energy. To achieve this, Situ Hao thought, that perfect, flawless balance is absolutely indispensable. The reason why the night is a dark night, and the reason why there are ten thousand images in the eyes of ten thousand people, but each of them is born from the dark night, is because it is a pitch black that cannot be seen. The night is pitch black. It can't be pink or gold, let alone as gorgeous as a rainbow. If anyone has ever seen that weird night sky, that's another problem.Situ Hao felt his heart beating violently. He understood that maybe he wasn't right and was just in a hot head at the moment. However, after coming here to study the fragments of the Burial Scripture, Situ Hao felt that he had gotten the answer so clearly for the first time. The reason why the night sky here is darker, lower and deeper is to make people feel this excellent balance. How to make people think deeply about something? It's very simple, just put that thing in front of him, zoom in, and keep zooming in until he can no longer pretend that he sees nothing. Whether this was an illusion or not, Situ Hao himself didn't know. After all, although the mad dragon died due to a derangement, his cultivation level was still at the Nine Burial Heaven realm. Situ Hao could only see through the spells cast by a strong man in that realm. It was a strange thing, so he didn't think about it too much. What Situ Hao is really thinking about, or what he has been focusing on, is that if this is really the case, then why does the mad dragon do this? Now he completely understands - Kuanglong hopes that the burial master who has inherited this burial technique can understand that the balance that cannot be seen is the most critical key to comprehend the true meaning of the fragments of the Burial Scripture. In the practice of burial art, the most difficult thing is actually the so-called epiphany. Some people may be very diligent and spend countless efforts on cultivation, but in the end they can only watch those burial masters of the same period far surpass themselves. That's not because he didn't work hard enough, but because he missed this moment of enlightenment. For Situ Hao, understanding this matter as soon as possible will actually have endless benefits for his own path to the burial of masters. This low-level fragment of the burial technique, which Kuanglong devoted all his efforts to, is actually like a microcosm of the burial master's journey. At the beginning, he may be able to continuously improve his strength with simple hard work. But as time goes by and the level of cultivation gets higher and higher, the so-called value of effort becomes less important. Practicing hard has become a necessary quality for every funeral master who pursues a higher realm, rather than the key that can widen the gap between them. The key is not hard work, but enlightenment. Now, Situ Hao felt that the spiritual energy in his body was like waves, making waves hitting the rocks in the dark night, washing over his head. Situ Hao closed his eyes tightly in the dark night. At this moment, he was standing on the plain, looking out into the darkness. No one could be seen anymore, and his breathing was very light, as if he was melting into the silent air. In the wind, Situ Hao's feet began to gradually leave the ground. But he didn't realize it - he was now completely immersed in the moment of finding balance. And Situ Hao himself didn't realize that when the quiet moments became longer and longer, the silence was like a sleeping dragon entrenched in the mountains, and when it made waves of sounds invisibly, the sounds had already Become one with Situ Hao's breathing. As Situ Hao breathed in and out, the entire space seemed to be alive. With Situ Hao as the center, the energy of this world began to be strong and then weak, slowly washing away in the void. At this time, Situ Hao's figure emitted a weak, but light that spread all over his body. The color of the light was light green, which did not appear so dazzling in the quiet night. Gradually, as Situ Hao's breathing became lighter and lighter, he finally seemed to be dead. After he stopped breathing completely, the light green light turned into black. In the dark night, black is equal to nothing, equal to night, equal to transparency. After the black stream of light surrounded Situ Hao, his figure disappeared. Of course, Situ Hao is still in the gap between heaven and earth, but no one can find him, unless Situ Hao himself is willing to wake up. All the energy in his body seemed to have found its own home, settling in a quiet place. No energy was stronger than other energies. This was true for spiritual energy and soul energy. Situ Hao's consciousness was very clear. He knew that some important changes had occurred in his body, and he felt more or less a trace of fear in his heart. After all, this feeling was something he had never experienced before, but should he give up here? Obviously Situ Hao would not do this. Although he couldn't describe this feeling, Situ Hao felt that for him, this feeling was not harmful. Although he had never met the mad dragon senior, Situ Hao always felt that the senior was guiding him in a subtle way, especially when he caught the tail of the flash of inspiration in his mind. This kind of The feeling becomes more obvious. He practiced with peace of mind, forgetting the passage of time. When Situ Hao opened his eyes again, everything seemed to have fallen into place. Situ Hao walked to the milky white stone slab, stretched out an arm, without punching, spread his palm, walked over, and then gently touched the white stone slab that exuded a trace of coldness. There was a "buzz" sound, as if a thunder and lightning in the void fell into the deep sea, blooming slowly, and then, the thunder and lightning turned into a pool of illusory blue energy, like an epiphyllum in the deep sea, and in an instant The sound of something evanescent.