Red Heart Survey

On this stone gate, there is no pattern or lettering.

Only the smell of antiquity, floating above the heavy texture.

It appeared suddenly, but it seemed to have stood there for a long time. Through the long time, has been silent there.

Jiang Wang stretched out his hand and pressed on the stone door. Apart from the cool touch of the stone, he had no other special feelings. Dao Yuan swam on it without any reaction.

The Xiaoxiaofudi space he is in at the moment is very similar to the world in the mirror where the red makeup mirror is in his body. What you can see is only a square inch, and everything outside is vast.

But the illusory realm is much safer than the world in the red makeup mirror.

In the world in the red makeup mirror, Jiang Wang dared not take a step beyond. The limited number of "adventure" experiences are all dangerous.

But in the Illusory Realm, he has never encountered any danger.

The premise of joint supervision by all parties also greatly guarantees the safety of Taixu Illusory Realm.

So Jiang Wang pushed lightly, and the stone door opened——

【And the heaven and the earth have not yet opened, there is no distinction between clear and turbid, and everything is in chaos, because of... Primordial Meng. 】

Nothing, not even darkness.

Because there was no light, the concept of darkness was never born.

Jiang Wang appeared in such an indescribable place.

You can't perceive everything in the world, and you can't perceive your own existence.

And in such a state of confusion, the first thing to appear is the sound.

That high-pitched voice—

[Taixu Messenger, Taixu Five Elements Cultivator Dugu is invincible. You have entered Hongmeng space. 】

The world of sound...

In the state of knowing nothing and gaining nothing, Jiang Wang's first reaction to this voice was not to chew and understand its content, but to subconsciously mobilize the voice of the Five Immortals Rumengling, or in other words, to mobilize the missing voice. It is said that there is a saravaka xiandian that has the existence of Shusuke. To feel, to explore...

Vast! grand!

The voice was clearly high and low, as if it came from outside the sky.

But to experience this voice with the voice of the Five Immortals Rumeng Ling, it seems to have broken into a grand world rashly!

So wonderful, so magnificent, a world that can accommodate endless fantasy.

【Huh? 】

The voice that had always been high and indifferent seemed to utter a curious syllable.

This was Jiang Wang's last impression, and he was completely unaware of what happened next.

...

...

Somewhere unknowable.

The mountain peak hangs upside down in the sky, and the clouds and mist surround it back and forth.

Escape light comes and goes, shuttling like electricity.

Occasionally, there are white cranes passing by, not surprised by the monks rushing back and forth, and they are leisurely and contented, and the cranes sing long and long, like a bell.

Xu Zefu, with his sleeves fluttering, stepped among the clouds.

On those overhanging peaks, from time to time, there are mountains and seas of eyes falling.

Xu Zefu did not resist, and accepted the "supervision" frankly.

These gazes all come from the supervisors of the top forces.

"Uncle Master is back!"

"Uncle!"

In the light that shuttles like lightning, those who occasionally greeted him would leave a sentence in a hurry, without any serious greetings.

More escapes acted on their own, as if he didn't exist at all. It's not just when he doesn't exist... Most of the masters of the light escape are in a hurry and don't want to rest for a while.

Xu Zefu didn't take it seriously, and responded with a smile when someone greeted him. No one cares, just go your own way.

"Junior brother, come quickly!" Suddenly, a disheveled female cultivator jumped out, grabbed his hand and flew to the side: "It was agreed that you will be used by me this month, where did you go? Hurry up!"

Xu Zefu quickly explained: "I was ordered by my teacher to go..."

"Don't worry about those messy things!" The female cultivator interrupted him unceremoniously: "Come and watch for me, and see how this Taoism evolves?"

With a flash of light, the two of them disappeared.

The vast clouds descended.

It's still cloud after cloud, wind and wind.

By penetrating and falling all the way, one can reach the lowest point of this unknowable place, a place that no monk can approach at all.

Here is a flat land, and beyond the flat land is nothingness.

Anyone who lives here knows that nothingness is the boundary.

On the flat ground, there are three stone houses.

One front, two back.

Not to mention magnificent, it is three stone houses that look very ordinary.

In the stone house in front of the fight, the words "Patriarch Hall" are engraved on the hanging plaque. These three words are wonderful, but unfortunately few people can appreciate them.

There was no one in the three stone houses.

The only person on this flat ground is sitting cross-legged on the edge of the flat ground, facing nothingness.

But the person did not gaze at nothingness, but closed his eyes.

This is a monk whose age cannot be seen, and he can't even see his face clearly.

It is not known how long he sat, nor can he be sure if he is sitting.

He seems to exist at any time, but also seems to disappear at any time.

"Huh?"

Between reality and reality, he uttered a questionable syllable.

A very interesting thing just happened.

In that great spectacle of practice, there was a young man who "heard" his voice.

This is not something that can arouse people's curiosity.

The voices that appear in the illusory realm are all replicas of his voice. Almost every monk who enters the realm of illusory can hear his voice.

But this "listening" is different.

A strong person like him can move with his body.

Words and deeds change everything. Generally, when appearing in front of people, they will restrain themselves, and when communicating with people, they need to suppress their strength.

Otherwise unpredictable changes will occur.

To suppress oneself is to protect the world and protect others. At the same time, it also cuts off the possibility of others prying into one's own way.

The Great Illusionary Realm is such a great practice wonder, and his original consciousness wanders in it, and it doesn't hinder others.

But at that moment just now, there was a wonderful "misunderstanding".

The Hongmeng space is not fully open, and it is evolving uniquely.

The normal reproduction of his voice still happened normally. This one will have nothing.

But that young man traced back to the origin of "sound" in a way of ancient times.

In short... briefly heard his voice, his real voice.

On a certain level, it is "listening" to his principles.

If you see the word Tao, you can get its meaning at the first sight.

His voice can also be regarded as Taoist to some extent.

Of course, just like one of the reasons why the Tao characters are hidden is that some Tao characters are too powerful and easy to "kill" the seers, so that there are more practitioners and more dead.

Due to the strength of that young man, it is impossible for him to hear much—this is the reason why his existence is so surprising. Such a weak young man was able to grasp this wonderful "misunderstanding" and really took a step closer to the origin of his voice.

Even such an insignificant one-step distance is an extremely talented exploration.

This kind of thing is considered an offense to some existences, and it is not an exaggeration to wipe it out.

But for him...

It doesn't matter.

He only let out a soft "Huh", but there was no other reaction.

Neither helpful nor intrusive.

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