"I can only be sure that what is in front of me is not an illusion, and the rest cannot be detected for the time being."

Chiyou's voice was still a little fluctuating and weak, so there was a sense of weakness in the ethereal.

Yun Qi knew that he was still in the recovery stage, so he didn't ask anything more, letting him rest in the soul space with peace of mind.

At this moment, the surrounding scene suddenly changed drastically, and the wind and sand far away suddenly appeared around them, and then, they struggled through the wind and sand and came directly to a valley.

The valley is deep.

Dense jungles dot the mountains, and the rugged rocks sit beside the streams, some polished smooth and bright by the stream, while others still stand proudly, showing their edge and ...... to passers-by

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