In the depths of the dantian, a golden light slowly rose, like the sun, warming her body.

I don't know how long it took for Ling Luoyu to wake up quietly.

The strangeness in the dantian surprised her heart.

What is it?

She sat cross-legged and tried to guide it, and found that this light was like a gurgling stream, following her guidance to the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

The golden light is as thin as a cow's hair, but it is powerful.

Everywhere they passed, the meridians were swollen and sore as if they had been washed by huge waves.

Fortunately, the pain was still within the bearable range, Ling Luoyu gritted his teeth and persevered.

As the golden light spread all over her body, there was a rumbling sound above her head, and the mist around her spun rapidly, forming a black hole-like vortex, absorbing the surrounding mist at will.

When the last wisps of fog are absorbed, the black hole collapses, and in its place, the sun is shining.

Under the sun, a golden gate suddenly jumped into Ling Luoyu's eyes.

She stood up, turned around, and found herself on a grassland, and in this vast world, there was only this golden gate.

The material of the Golden Gate is not clear, it looks like metal, and it looks like stone, and it is engraved with strange characters, and five large characters are engraved in the center.

"Chaos in the sky!"

The Chaos Ring emitted a wave that drew her hand towards the golden door.

The moment his fingers touched it, the golden gate suddenly emitted a burst of dazzling light, and with a "thud" sound, it rushed into Ling Luoyu's palm and disappeared.

Countless characters crammed into her mind, scrambling and stretching endlessly.

With a splitting headache, Ling Luoyu fell to his knees with a muffled grunt, gritting his teeth and bearing the explosive churning in his mind.

She didn't know how long it took for her mind to feel a little slackened, and the characters that had just been filled in began to line up until they formed a complete picture.

On the title page, a sentence is engraved vigorously.

Chaos is a heavy sky, quenching the body and refining the bones, and turning iron into gold.

Ling Luoyu's gaze focused on the last four words: "What does Mao mean?" Turning Iron into Gold...... Does it mean that iron can be turned into gold?! ”

"Poof......" A small voice suddenly sounded, and it sounded like someone was chuckling.

"Who?" Ling Luoyu shouted vigilantly.

She has been in and out of the Chaos Neture many times, and she has always been the only living thing, where is the sound now?!

"You're a money fan...... If the Chaos Ancestor knew you understood that sentence this way, he would have jumped out of the coffin and slapped you when he died......" An ethereal voice drifted around her.

Ling Luoyu's eyes sank slightly, his wrist spun, and the dagger pulled out a knife flower and threw it to the left.

"Poof......

With a gentle blow, the dagger suddenly turned around and stabbed towards Ling Luoyu.

Spun to her feet, she kicked the dagger and kicked it crookedly.

On her left-hand side, a white light loomed, and if it hadn't folded the zigzag curve of the grass behind her, she wouldn't have been able to spot it.

"Not bad...... It seems that you have something to use besides being a money junkie...... You can find where I am......"

The white light floated and stopped in front of Ling Luoyu, as if looking at her.

"After practicing for so long, it took me to condense the Chaos Yuan Spirit, and it's really enough for you to have a waste qualification like you...... If I didn't have a choice, I wouldn't have chosen you......"

Ling Luoyu raised his head abruptly: "What the hell are you?" ”