Enlightened people, whose minds are empty and at the same time extremely sober, are the kind of feeling that the soul is out of the body and looking at one's own body, and once there is a slight movement in the outside world, it will immediately notice it, and the soul will return to its place and get rid of the state of retreat. And Zhou Han was between waking up at this time, if someone pushed him, he might wake up immediately, or he might have a dream immediately, such as someone was joking with him, and the person in the dream would never know that he was dreaming.

Zhou Han's feeling at this time was extremely mysterious, and he naturally entered the state of cosmic resonance, but instead of gathering the energy of heaven and earth, this strange fragrance continued to pour into his body, he could feel this situation completely, and even clearly saw that some golden points of light, like bees smelling the fragrance of flowers, were desperately squeezing into his body, making his whole body extremely itchy.

"Are these golden points of light the energy emitted by the fruit?" In Zhou Han's heart, he suddenly had a kind of enlightenment, and vaguely, he felt that he had truly touched the essence of the realm of the unifier. This itchy taste made Zhou Han only feel a crispy and itchy feeling all over his body, like a butterfly that was about to break out of the cocoon, exhausted all his strength but couldn't get out, at this moment a stream of energy entered the body, but with the help of energy into the body, it suddenly broke out of the cocoon, which was such a burst of comfort. It's like being poured cold water on your head under the scorching sun of dog days, how can you be hearty and happy, and how can you not make people nostalgic for going back and forth.

This wonderful state of pain and happiness has been continued, Zhou Han thought he was awake, but in fact he was in a dream, but to simply say that it was in a dream, this situation was really happening, and the energy emitted by the fruit squeezed into his body like crazy, and did not enter the dantian to turn into unified qi, but just escaped in the body.

After the cultivator breaks through the realm of cultivation, there will be a period of floating, this floating is not only the instability of the realm of cultivation, it is possible that one carelessly goes mad, this is a very easy to understand thing, after all, the cultivation and the body have just obtained a qualitative sublimation, and it is normal to be sensitive as a whole.

Therefore, whenever there is a breakthrough, the practitioner will immediately retreat and stabilize the realm, after all, the state of stability is the foundation of a qiē. These are the most basic common sense of cultivation, but for Zhou Han, it can be said that he doesn't know at all, because he doesn't have a master, and not only did he not stabilize the realm of the ruler, but he also forcibly climbed the golden stairs of Mu Tiange, which didn't go crazy, and he was lucky, and being forced to settle down at the moment can be regarded as a retreat, which is really a rare opportunity.

In the retreat, time seems so insignificant, every qiē is so peaceful and harmonious, time passes in a hurry, our Zhou Han classmates sit cross-legged like this, sometimes bright and sometimes dark in the forest, as if only Zhou Han's motionless body is the only eternal existence.

The sun rises and sets, and time passes day by day, I don't know how long it has been, and the fruit on the tree has been completely refined by Zhou Han, and he has not woken up yet. There are always two sides to everything, although this time is forced to settle down, it is a rare opportunity for Zhou Han, but it is also possible to continue to retreat like this, of course, this is not to say that he can't wake up like this, but this time is uncertain, maybe a month, maybe a year, or even ten years, a hundred years

The sky is high and cloudy, the sky is clear, the blue sky, the fiery red sun hangs on it, and the fiery sun spreads to every corner of the world. Mt. Goligong, almost all of which are lush forests, can not be seen at a glance, standing in the distance and looking out, it is like seeing a turbulent ocean of numbers, without boundaries.

And in the depths of the Gaoligong Mountain Range, because the mountain peaks are steep and there is no road to chise, few people have been in and out for thousands of years, here is the absolute primeval jungle area, the quiet forest, a look up can almost only see the palm-sized sky, everywhere are straight and towering trees, all kinds of trees in order to absorb the sun, desperately grow upward, some are as high as dozens of meters and can not see the top of the head.

Quiet and quiet, without the hustle and bustle of people, full of verdant green, overgrown with green grass and delicate flowers, except for the occasional light birdsong without any noise, this has entered the deserted area of Goligong Mountain, away from the hustle and bustle of the big city and all kinds of modern means of transportation.

Overhead, birds chirp to their heart's content, as if telling the rise and fall of the ages and the change of times over the past countless years. On the ground, there is a thick layer of fallen leaves, and a white-tailed red pheasant walks cautiously on the fallen leaves, looking down among the fallen leaves for its own food. In the distance, by a clear stream, several slow loris were drinking, their long ears erect, listening carefully to the surrounding movements.

At one moment, the slow loris' ears turned, and the action of drinking water suddenly stopped, and the next moment, several slow loris instantly fled in a certain direction, and then burrowed into the bushes all at once. The white-tailed red pheasant that was foraging over there also immediately rushed towards the bushes on the side, and soon disappeared around, and the place was quiet again in an instant.

Not long after, a soft sound suddenly came, startling away the bird that was talking, and listening carefully, in the jungle in the distance, there was a sound of horses' hooves, and an iron blue horse gradually appeared in this area. As the sound continued to amplify, the location where the sound came from was also locked, but the original green carpet-like grass beauty was destroyed at once.

Immediately, there was an old man, with gray hair a little sparse, a wisp of sheep's horn, a somewhat strange dress, a green cloth shirt, a pair of old-fashioned cloth shoes, and a wine gourd hanging from his waist, which looked like an old god. The old man's eyes were squinting, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate, in such a midsummer season, his whole body was covered with a green cloth shirt, but he couldn't see that the other party had a feeling of sweating and heat. The iron-blue steed beneath him snorted a few times, and then just as he was about to stop, the old man's feet were slightly clamped, and the horse turned around and walked towards the side of the stream. When he reached the edge of the stream, the horse stopped, lowered his head and drank quietly, snorting from time to time.

"You guy, you're not afraid of choking!" The old man, who was originally closing his eyes and recuperating, suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and gently patted the horse's neck, scolded with a smile, turned over, walked down from the horse's back, the old man walked to the stream, squatted down and gently lifted it with his hands, and then washed his face, and the whole person was a lot refreshed. Finally, he took a few sips of the stream water with his hand, and then the old man shook off the drops of water in his hand and stood up. The stream water here is different from the drinking water that modern people drink, and who is the real underground spring water here, clear and cold, sweet and cold, and absolutely natural underground water veins.