Entering the array, entering the goal is a boundless desert, the blue sky is spotless, there are no clouds, no people, no animals and plants, and no sound, this is a dead desert world.

Yi Chen could feel the rich spiritual power flowing around him, the sky, the air, and the sand were all there, he grabbed a handful of sand, fine grains of sand leaked from between his fingers, and the remaining one shimmered in his hand.

"There is such active spiritual power in the sand, but it looks like it's just ordinary sand and gravel. Yi Chen gently rubbed a grain of sand, puzzled.

Suddenly, the sand under Yi Chen's feet sank, and the sand grains swirled in a spiral, wrapping Yi Chen's feet.

"What's going on?" Yi Chen was startled and wanted to break free, but found that the spiritual power in the dantian was quickly escaping into the sand.

"Oh no, these grains of sand can actually absorb spiritual power. Yi Chen desperately broke free and ran forward with his legs.

But there was a vast desert on the left and right, and everything Yi Chen did was useless, and before he could run a few steps, he fell into the sand pit again, and the surrounding sand quickly surrounded him, covering his body, and slowly burying him.

Yi Chen slowly sank into the desert, his body couldn't move, the huge pressure seemed to crush him, he seemed to hear the creaking of his bones, and his breathing became rapid.

"How can you breathe when you're buried? What the hell is this sand? After Yi Chen found out that he could breathe, his heart became more and more shocked and curious.

He struggled with all his strength to feed, and the sand did not move.

"Don't take such a torment. Yi Chen wanted to cry without tears, although he was prepared for the worst, but he always thought that what the senior brothers said was exaggerated, and he would not really want his life. But now it seems that the rumors are true, in his current situation, let alone being trapped here for half a year, he starved to death in three days. A strong urge to scold welled up in his heart, and if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't move his mouth, he really wanted to scold.

The constant futile struggle exhausted all of Yi Chen's energy, and he slowly fell into a deep sleep. The spiritual power in his body was constantly absorbed by the sand until the dantian was empty.

Suddenly, the wheel of fortune trembled, and a red petal rose out of it with a thick ghostly aura, slowly stretching out, and gently sticking to the sand. A circle of ripples stretched out into the distance with the petals as the center, and the entire desert suddenly shook, and the low rumbling sound was like a trembling roar of the soul, breaking the previous silence, and the light yellow desert instantly turned gray and black.

The black grains of sand were tightly twisted together, turning into a pair of giant hands, gently holding the petals in their hands and slowly holding them up.

The petals grow in the wind, stand upright, and float into the air, like a flag in the desert. Countless grains of sand flew up, as if they had melted, turning into a majestic spiritual power like a red cloud, spinning and sinking into the petals, the color of the petals getting thicker and brighter.

Yi Chen found himself free from the sand grains, but still trudging through the desert, the pale yellow desert as far as the eye could see in the setting sun.

He walked forward aimlessly, and suddenly on a high sand dune in front of him, a figure appeared, staring at it, it was a young man in black clothes and black robes, with an eagle nose and starry eyes, who was cultivating with his eyes closed.

Yi Chen was overjoyed in his heart, and couldn't help but speed up his pace, finally seeing a person, he was desperate to figure out what kind of place this was. With great difficulty, he finally climbed the sand dunes and reached the man.

The man didn't seem to notice him, he stepped forward, clenched his fists and said, "This big brother, where is this?"

The man still turned a deaf ear to him, meditating cross-legged on his own knees, and the black aura swayed like a snake with his breath.

Yi Chen asked a few more times, not only was he a little impatient, but he turned his head to leave, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and walked over and patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Hey. Yi Chen was stunned, and his hand went directly through the man's shoulder.

"Ah, what's going on, is it a dream?" Yi Chen's surprised eyes were about to fall out, and he twisted his thigh so hard that he almost cried out in pain.

"As with the original dream, it looked like I was really in a dream, but for some reason, all the functions of my body remained awake, including the feeling of pain, maybe it wasn't really pain, it was just a subconscious suggestion. Yi Chen put his mind at ease, it was not the first time he had entered the dream realm, he knew that here, he was just a bystander, this was the world in other people's memories.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, drew a strange figure with his hands, condensed his qi upward, roared, pressed his hands on the sand, and with a bang, a shock wave spread around the man as the center, and a huge hurricane knocked Yi Chen out of dozens of meters away.

Yi Chen struggled to climb out of the sand pit, patted the sand on his body, and found that the sand on the ground turned gray and black, looked up into the distance, and saw that where the air waves arrived, the yellow desert instantly turned into a black world, and the black sand gave him an icy feeling, and the sand seemed to have spirituality.

The man laughed, "The Mixed Yuan Jue is really wonderful, just the second layer, you can control such a large area of desert." ”

He stretched out his hand, and the black sand seemed to take on life, turning into a ball of sand, floating on his chest. His hands emitted a strange light, and he waved rapidly, peeling off the sphere layer by layer, and the sand was broken down like a ball of thread, leaving only a ball of pure black spiritual power.

"I can't do it yet, and now I can only use these tangible things. Control this sand, understand its energy composition, and as long as you have enough spiritual power, you can create it, this is the power of creation. The young man muttered to himself with great interest.

"Hey, there's such a technique. Yi Chen was very interested, he was eager to understand the exercise, but no matter how much he calmed down, he couldn't perceive the trajectory of the spiritual power of this technique, obviously this technique had surpassed his cultivation too much, and it was difficult for him to get a glimpse of it with his current perception ability.

"What should I do?" Yi Chen's head was sweating slightly, he knew that for now, the chances of him being able to enter the same dream realm were slim, and once he missed this opportunity, he might lose it forever.

"Give it a try?" Yi Chen made up his mind, "Everything in the world, although it is very different, but the spiritual power is the same. If I could mix my own spiritual power with the man's spiritual power, I would be able to sense what he was doing. ”

Yi Chen stood beside the young man and watched with great interest as the man broke down the grains of sand over and over again. Yi Chen used his spiritual power, saw the right time, and mixed the spiritual power into the man's spiritual power.

The trajectory of the spiritual power in the sand slowly became clear, and a fresh energy made Yi Chen feel uplifted. "Is this the world in the sand? What an interesting energy. Yi Chen gradually caught the traces of spiritual power in the sand, and the energetic spiritual power that swirled rapidly was liberated from the sand and bloomed violently.

"The energy in a grain of sand is already like this, if it is a desert......" Yi Chen couldn't imagine it.