After looking around, he walked to the purple fruits, and was stunned at first, and then said to himself, "Who stole these purple fruits, is it the brown bear?"

As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed the little green snake and placed it on top of the purple fruit.

As it swam, the purple fruits were sucked into its mouth.

Then it swallowed it all, and at last the little green snake seemed to enter a state of drunkenness, and its body curled, and gradually, it turned into a fruit, not purple, but cyan.

It turns out that the green fruit is the snake becomes?

No wonder the brown bears won't let me eat them.

Xiao Heizi watched the green snake turn into fruit, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Then the woman got up and walked back to the stone gate, and then she and the young man gathered together, and fled into the distance, gradually disappearing into the bamboo forest.

As soon as they left, the little black man ran up the stone steps and pushed open the stone door.

Suddenly seeing a scene that shocked him extremely much, he saw that at this time, the skeleton man had completely turned into a real skeleton, and there was almost no flesh and blood around him.

The facial features, as well as the chest and abdomen, were cut open.

His whole body was still bleeding outward, and his messy hair was hanging low, covering the ground, motionless. It looks like he's dead.

After hating the cruelty of those two men again, the little black man walked over and dragged a shirt from his body to cover the skeleton.

At that moment, a withered claw grabbed him, and the little black man saw a skeletal face.

"Ghost" Xiao Heizi screamed: "Don't look for me, it's not me who hurt you, it's they who hurt you, not me."

Xiao Heizi was almost frightened, forgetting that he had a heaven-level cultivation, and directly fell back in place.

The withered claw grasped him, and did not make any moves, but pressed down hard, and then pointed to the ground.

The little black man seemed to have comprehended something, so he bent down and saw a few words written on the ground in blood: "The bottom of the feather spirit altar".

Then his wrists stiffened, and he completely lost all his behavior.

The little black man's body was stiff until a quarter of an hour later, when he broke his withered claws from his wrists.

Then the little black man turned and ran towards the brown bear, and only with the help of the brown bear could he keep his heart free of fear.

After a while, the little black man saw that the skeleton man was no longer moving, so he became a little more bold and returned again.

He reached out and poked the skeleton man, revealing that it was indeed dead. There was no more reaction, so he set its bones apart, but every inch of his bones was chained into the rock wall.

Xiao Heizi could only break his bones with force before taking them out little by little.

Finally he carried the dry bones out of the cave and found a secluded place outside to bury them, and then he returned to the cave, buried many grass branches, and burned them together.

Looking at the raging flames behind him, he stared at the new small mound and said, "Senior, I will avenge you."

After saying that, the little black man left here with the brown bear.

Not only to leave the canyon, but also to leave the mother-in-law's cave.

Because Xiao Heizi knew that his behavior would definitely arouse the woman's suspicion, and then he would not be able to protect himself even if he had a mother-in-law.

Although Xiao Heizi is young, countless tragic experiences have made him understand a lot of truths early.

So the little black man took the brown bear with him and began to wander life.

He didn't know where to go this time, but one thing he knew for sure was revenge.

He had to cultivate to the fifth level of the Ghost Brake Technique as quickly as possible, and then he could go to the Xuanyin Sect and the villain who killed the predecessor of the Feather Spirit for revenge.

Xiao Heizi looked firmly into the distance, then climbed onto the back of the brown bear, and then one person and one bear rushed down in the direction of the eastern sunrise.

The scorching magma continued to pass through the traceless body, washing away his newly condensed bones over and over again.

Randomly, his bones became harder, and even after the last few blasts of the flames, Traceless could no longer feel that heat.

Traceless seems to have applied the magma temperature here, and the whole person lies on his back in the water droplet, looking very casual.

At the moment, except for the boredom, Leave No Trace feels pretty good.

Especially after the physical tribulation, he inexplicably has a strong explosive power. Each time, he could bring the small drop out of the water several feet high.

Unfortunately, it was still too far away from the crater, so that he floated in mid-air a few more times and fell again.

After a few attempts, Leave No Trace to give up.

He lay on his back and let his body drift around, and the whole person seemed to become one with that drop of water.

Sometimes the geothermal gas below will spew it out with the magma, which will then be swallowed up by a large amount of hot magma.

During the whole process, Traceless did not make any intervention.

It's like losing the perception of the outside world, and the whole person has been in a state of stiffness and refuses to get up.

I don't know how long time has passed, how long the small water droplets floated out, until this moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, and his body moved quickly, like a gust of wind hitting the transparent cover of the small water droplets, and the random small water droplets were knocked out of the magma flow by it, and floated straight towards the left mountain pass.

And the moment it was about to reach the mountain pass, the small droplet seemed to lose momentum and stagnate.

Then it began to fall. At this moment, Traceless turned over and rose up, another rapid upward rush.

The small water droplet was lifted several feet high by him and jumped directly out of the mountain pass, but the next moment there was no trace and the small water droplet fell together, and the falling speed was faster than the rising speed.

As he was about to fall back into the crater, an arrow burst through the air, and the feathers rushed forward with it.

As the water droplet was brought up in a silvery-white arc, it became faster and faster, piercing directly for hundreds of feet, and finally shot at the throat of a huge beast.

A large amount of blood then flowed down the arrow, and the crimson blood gradually penetrated into the droplets, filling the body with the smell of blood.

Why doesn't this drop of water keep away the blood?

Traceless was a little surprised and floated from above the sea of blood, staring at the wild deer that was now in his eyes, it was simply the existence of the supernatural beast.

It struggled in pain, a few tears from its huge eyeball, and then fell to the ground with a pop.

Almost landed with the traceless water droplets, and the sword qi was a splash, but for the traceless, it was a downpour,

The water droplets are wrapped in muddy water and slide along the blades of grass.

The huge dark green plain is like a streamer that stretches across the sky.

Traceless knows that in this micro perspective, every macro and small detail, no matter how micro it is, is huge and incomparably large.

Traceless struggled to resist the swaying of the blades of grass, for he didn't want to fall completely into the yellow liquid of the ground.

Because it was deer urine, it was scared to pee the moment it was shot.

The water droplets slowly slid down, and the weak force that could have been easily resisted was now truly powerful for the traceless.

Even if he now possessed the Three Tribulations, he would not be able to resist this slight force of nature.

Suddenly, Traceless seemed to comprehend something, and he narrowed his eyes and stared at the leaf like the gravitational pull of a slingshot.

He muttered to himself, "Is this the rule, the law of the universe?"

Traceless seemed to be immersed in a mysterious sense, forgetting that he was now falling towards the yellow-brown liquid.

It wasn't until the water droplets were completely submerged in it that Traceless finally reacted and hurriedly tried to eject, but unfortunately its movements were hit back by a few drops of dew on the blades.

Traceless sank again, and the water droplets gradually changed from bloody to urine.

Traceless couldn't take it anymore and struggled until it rolled the droplets out of the puddle.

At this time, Wuxian coughed vigorously and vomited, and the whole person was like being stuffed into a stomach full of garbage, and he tried to spit it all out.

It didn't take long for Traceless to stop vomiting, and then he heard heavy footsteps.

Although the man did not walk heavily, it was still as heavy as thunder in his ears.

And the ground trembled slightly, and it turned out to be so obvious.

Traceless seemed to understand something, but it seemed to have lost more.

At this time, Traceless was like a blind person, and everything around him was so unfamiliar, different from the previous living environment.

For a time it was impossible to find the coordinate system that could be determined within this noisy environment.

Traceless tried to corroborate many things with his previous perceptions, but ultimately failed.

It seems that from this perspective, all perception is infinitely magnified.

Until it becomes an irreversible rule, dew is the rule, grass blades are the rule, and even the wind, as well as the sound of walking, and the fluctuation of the ground can irreversibly change the rules for yourself.

And none of these things can be fought against without a trace.

The grass that is usually trampled under people's feet also has a powerful force that can make it impossible to fight with all his strength.

And those dewdrops, even after people walked by, inexplicably stained on the clothes, and then dried up.

And at this time, they have caused irresistible force to Traceless.

All of this seems to be showing the Traceless a huge world of rules from a microscopic perspective.

Everything is a rule, a rule that cannot be violated.

What are the rules?

Traceless fell into deep thought again.

For the microcosm, this grass, this dew is the rule, and in the macrocosm, people are the rules relative to the grass.

These seemingly ordinary things are full of powerful and unbreakable power.

Meditate again without a trace.

This universe, this starry sky, this vast galaxy, and planes.

Compared to them, the human self is not a microscopic perspective.

Perhaps, the power of rules that exists in the eyes of human beings, and the more macroscopic perspective, is just a natural force similar to the drop of water droplets, similar to the tilt of blades of grass.

Traceless was like a wise man at this time, raising his head and staring at the void, but its void was only a patch of emerald green, because it was a huge blade of grass that obscured the world.

Here, he saw the veins of blades of grass, and the mottled dark green lines.

It seems like a huge cosmic galaxy, and now I am like a human being standing on the ground and looking up at the sky.

If you haven't experienced the human perspective, the micro perspective, is there really a difference between the two?

Traceless seemed to understand something, and then the perspective condensed again.

He then moves from a microscopic perspective to a more miniature perspective.

At this time, the flowing lines were jumping from his eyes, and compared to the microscopic perspective, it should be a much smaller universe here.

And standing here, without a trace, it seems that a soul voice can be heard.

That frequency causes you to have countless self-hallucinations.

In other words, this is originally normal perception in this very microscopic perspective.

Traceless' eyes suddenly cleared, and then he watched with great composure as he watched as he was distracted by the frequencies.

Then those selves also looked back at themselves from this point of view, and each seemed to be looking at each other as a point of view, and each other was the same self.

This seemingly chaotic pattern produces a kind of order.

Traceless lowered his head, then another, and then hundreds, thousands, and repeated.

Then they looked up together, and at this point they moved almost in unison.

Then they looked together into the void.

This time they could no longer tell which one was the self.

All of their consciousness seems to be under the control of the same self.

Then a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of Traceless's mouth, and this smile was repeated thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of times.

At this moment, the water droplet underwent a strange change, and it began to expand, infinitely expanding, not getting bigger or shrinking, but expanding towards another unfamiliar perspective, until he was out of this cosmic space-time. Hanging above nothingness.

At this time, Traceless also broke away from the entire cosmic space-time and stood outside the perspective of the universe.

Ultra-Macro !!

Traceless woke up suddenly.

At this moment, he seemed to be like a baby sleeping in his arms, suddenly opened his immature eyes and saw the world.

That's right, that's what Traceless thinks at this moment.

He saw it, he saw everything, he saw the rules of the universe.

From this moment on, he felt that he was transforming, from the perspective of a small cultivator to the perspective of a god.

From this point of view, without a trace, one can see through the internal structure of any matter, even the law of the origin of matter.

There were many things that he couldn't figure out before, and he could see them clearly at this moment.

Now he finally understood why the demigod said that there was no real cultivation method for the divine technique, and he could only rely on himself to comprehend the rules.

That's right, the Divine Formula has gone beyond the realm of matter, and it can no longer cultivate itself by absorbing material spirituality and pranayama.

For God's needs are not a physical body, but a purely spiritual realm.

This also made it clear to Traceless why the existence of the dungeon could only be a demigod.

He only transformed matter into a spiritual state, but he couldn't really transform it completely into a rule, a state of pure frequency.

As a result, he was eventually stuck in the demigod realm, unable to escape.

Since there is no time and space restriction within the spiritual level, he can freely travel through any time and space layer, but he cannot leave the spiritual level.

Therefore, he is like a prisoner who has been sealed away and then a higher dimension.

Tens of thousands of years of not being able to get out.

From this moment, Traceless seemed to feel the inexplicable sadness from the demigods.

It is precisely because of this that Traceless is more cautious in cultivating the divine technique.

He saw his cultivation path, and he also saw the danger in front of him.

Although cultivating gods will eventually make people close to the ultimate in cultivation, it is also thousands of times more dangerous than ordinary cultivators, tens of thousands of times.