"This place is so weird... After entering the place in the memory of the spar, Meng Fan felt very difficult to adapt to everything around him. Although this place is not the kind of environment surrounded by monsters outside, the scene inside makes Meng Fan always worry, and many dangers will come at will unknowingly.

In the central area, not all places are occupied by monsters, and there are many places where there is still pure origin energy. Now Meng Fan's location is a location that has not been polluted by monsters, and the two runes at the entrance block all those raging filthy breaths from the door, and after entering the passage, Meng Fan came to this place very smoothly all the way. In this area, although there are memories sealed in the spar, many things that have happened after entering here are still beyond Meng Fan's understanding.

In the memory of the spar, it is not an exaggeration to see any illusions in this place, but the first thing you have to figure out is that whether you are now in the illusion or in reality, this point, without the spiritual power above the wisdom realm, you will only get lost in this environment, and eventually lose all your spiritual power and become a walking corpse.

Even if he had the spiritual power of the Tonghui realm, Meng Fan was walking on thin ice in this environment, from time to time, he would see someone rushing towards him frantically, and just as he was mobilizing all his strength to defend, that person passed directly through his body. This kind of mental torture is everywhere. When Meng Fan walked to the place that could really be called a palace, this illusion began to increase continuously, and Meng Fan's eyes were full of all kinds of bizarre and strange things, many things, Meng Fan could not judge the specific truth or falsehood.

"Although there is a huge opportunity here, it is too reckless to rush into this kind of place like this, the spiritual power of the Tonghui Realm is not enough here, and I can only use the memory of the spar to quickly find the exit of the Spirit Palace. The surrounding scene made Meng Fan unable to calm down at all, he kept looking for various roads, wanting to get out of this place quickly. When he was a little confused, the vague memories in the hedron allowed him to slowly identify the root of some of the illusions, and thankfully, he was able to pass through the area without danger.

Those various lives like ukiyo-e flashed in front of his eyes, and he seemed to be in the lives of thousands of people, doing all kinds of things. There are those who cultivate, those who do not, those who are prosperous and rich, and those who are poor and sick. Meng Fan saw the attitude of each of them's lives. After participating in the lives of these people, Meng Fan began to experience some things that he had never been in contact with before, and in the end, he walked to the end of the palace, and when he looked back, Meng Fan shook his head gently...

"There are so many scenes, so many dreams, none of which may be real, but it is also possible that every living person, countless intertwined and vertical dots, pull these lives together, they are connected to each other, and they are separated from each other... ”

"The so-called projection of life is nothing more than everyone's life for each other, I don't want to be displaced, everyone should live their own life, like me now, I should also go on well. Meng Fan closed his eyes, taking in the magnificent scene in front of him, he exhaled a long breath, slowly absorbed the complex picture, and silently turned his head, this place is not a place for him to be nostalgic. Maybe everyone's life has its own wonderful, but what he should do is not to find those bits and pieces of beauty, but to pay attention to his own steps and walk his own path.

When Meng Fan closed his eyes and stepped forward slowly, a grand movie finally came to an end, and Meng Fan came to the second palace, in this narrow place, Meng Fan did not find any danger around him. After the spiritual power was spit out and recovered, Meng Fan identified the only thing that existed in this small space—countless meditation souls that helped restore spiritual power.

"This room, if placed in the outside world, is really a priceless treasure. Meng Fan sat down, quickly recovered his spiritual power in this small space, after a period of time, he found that his spiritual power had faintly broken through the second realm of Tonghui, just in the spirit palace, the perception he gained was the source of the great improvement of spiritual power.

"It seems that there is basically no problem in breaking through the second realm of Tonghui in this place, and after a little rectification, I will go to the next location. After his mental strength was restored, Meng Fan opened his eyes. According to the memory in the spar, Meng Fan already knew a little about the content of the next scene, and now he was going to rush to that place, he was prepared, and he didn't have much to worry about.

Just as remembered in the spirit stone, after opening the narrow wooden door, there was a high platform in front of Meng Fan, the high platform had a long step, and the dew was constantly dripping on the steps, slowly going up from the bottom steps, the light rain that fell slowly turned into a downpour, and when it reached the high platform, the last curtain of water dew almost turned into a waterfall. On the high platform is a delicate white disc with gold trim and carved with the pattern of a quality orchid. It is not so much that Meng Fan knows the disc, but that the quality orchid is the thing that Meng Fan is most familiar with.

The quality orchid is not a very rare plant, it is an ordinary plant, enough for people in every realm to use, it has a place in the carving of runes related to spiritual power, the most fundamental effect of this quality orchid is to imprison the spiritual power and enhance the spiritual power. Meng Fan followed the prompts in his memory, began to release his spiritual power, and slowly walked up the steps.

After the dew fell, it was directly caught by Meng Fan's spiritual power into a pair of invisible big hands. When catching the dew, Meng Fan had some strange feelings, these dew could dissolve his almost condensed spiritual power, like a very viscous liquid sliding down slowly, Meng Fan concentrated his mental power, held the dew up directly, and after settling for a while, the dew slowly stopped.

It is very normal for something to happen, Meng Fan walked up the long steps with an expressionless face, and as he gradually went up, the pressure began to increase exponentially, and after walking about fifty steps, Meng Fan already felt a little uncomfortable with his mental power.

"Let's go, how much can you hold, on the last disc, you just need to put these dew in it, there is no need to be greedy too much, after all, the rain is constantly falling, and you can't finish it even if you pick it up for a lifetime." When he felt that the dripping dew would not stop, Meng Fan directly raised his feet and walked straight up, he used his spiritual power to support the dripping dew to the greatest extent, carrying the dew that seemed to be light and fluttering, but was actually as heavy as ten thousand pounds.

After a while, Meng Fan began to feel the uncomfortable feedback of his spiritual power, and when the dew fell, dripping on Meng Fan's spiritual power, Meng Fan constantly had a feeling of itching, and this feeling hit his mind, making Meng Fan's divine consciousness begin to gradually become blurred. As he stepped on those steps step by step, Meng Fan's eyes had gradually blurred, and the scene in front of him had gradually become invisible. Meng Fan simply closed his eyes and kept climbing with his feelings.

The unwarranted itching in his mind had hit his soul directly, and Meng Fan's consciousness began to become sluggish, and his pace began to slow down gradually. There are too many things on his body, and a feeling of bewilderment released from the depths of his heart made Meng Fan begin to stiffen, forced to warn himself, Meng Fan has always wanted to see where his limit is, even if the dew began to turn into heavy rain and slip down, Meng Fan took it all and did not let go of a drop.

Finally, among the dew that kept falling, a drop directly passed through Meng Fan's spiritual power, and fell to the steps beside Meng Fan with a bang, this soft sound sounded in Meng Fan's heart like a muffled thunder, and he opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the slightly wet floor at his feet. It seems that this is the only extent that his spiritual power can do, and this experience is over.

Looking at the steps above, the long staircase was less than thirty steps at the moment, and what was in front of Meng Fan was the rapidly falling downpour, and Meng Fan at this moment was no longer able to take all the dew. Drops of dew, constantly penetrating his spiritual power, dripping on the steps around him, Meng Fan shook his head gently, took another step, and walked slowly towards the high platform.

The last step of the high platform was a trickle like a waterfall, and when he passed through the waterfall, Meng Fan's spiritual power was directly penetrated, and a large amount of water dew poured on Meng Fan's body, making him instantly turn into a soggy soup chicken. At the moment when his mental power collapsed, Meng Fan's eyes darkened, he lost all sense of direction, he leaned back and slowly fell to the ground.

When he was about to fall to the steps, Meng Fan regained consciousness, he quickly stood up, stood in place, and let the waterfall fall fall on his body at will. Meng Fan gasped for breath, coping with his itchy and prickly brain, and the feeling he felt now made him very uncomfortable. Meng Fan tried to condense his spiritual power and gather those spiritual powers again.

After most of the day, Meng Fan supported a large piece of spiritual power, gritted his teeth and stood on the steps, after touching the dew, Meng Fan gritted his teeth and insisted on staying in place. After a short moment, he made his way up the final step.

"That's it. Meng Fan put away his spiritual power and poured all the dew into the disc...