The white jade dice turned into a streamer and threw it into the heart of the real eyebrows.

"Boom!" a mighty force erupted within him, setting off a wave of rage. Zhijia Zhen shook violently, his wings fluttered, and he involuntarily rushed into the cross-shaped rift.

The strange void opened up to him, twisting into mysterious spatial pipes, spinning, jolting, spitting, and merging...... In the endless distance, the magnificent ribbon of light flickered and flickered, like a pair of dreamy blinking eyes.

It was as if Zhi Hunt's consciousness had slowed down all of a sudden, so slow that he couldn't think. However, driven by the white jade dice, the body turned into a wisp of blue light, and flew forward at the high speed of lightning and fire.

One slow and one fast, forming a strange contrast, as if his whole person was divided into two parts.

All the way through the void, the visions in front of me are numerous, alternately annihilated. In the next moment, the vanished vision went back to the previous one, as if time was going back and forth, upside down.

In an instant, Zhijia Zhen flew into a spiral-shaped spatial pipe, and the colorful light around him shuttled vertically and horizontally, hot and cold, and countless whirlpools sometimes surfaced and sometimes sank. Suddenly, the scenery changed, and he was actually in the luxurious listening bead pavilion, opening the vermilion weaving gift box, and the beast soul in the glass beads shone with red light.

“...... Return...... Arrive...... Finish...... Just ...... "After a long time, this thought vaguely came to Zhijiao's mind. "Boom!" suddenly darkened in all directions, and he flew out of the spatial pipe, returning to the dreamlike void.

The space shook violently, and a crack opened abruptly in front of the left. A giant palm that covers the sky stretches out from it, its complexion is pale and the intertwined palm lines are as deep as a ravine, and the thick black hair like a python is drilled out, and it pokes around.

The void rippled with visible eyes, and around the cracks, space debris shattered one after another, splashing clusters of dazzling colored light. The giant palm squeezed into the crack little by little, revealing the rotten wrist, the skin and flesh covered with dark green patterns rolled outward, pus and blood flowed, and the sores and blisters were clustered, like dense huge sarcomas. One after another, a foreign body crawled out of the bulging pus, breathing greedily and making strange screams.

The crack shook suddenly, and there was a loud "boom", like thunder in the void, deafening, and the incandescent dazzling light filled Zhi Hunting's vision. He faintly heard a howl of pain, and the light suddenly dissipated, and the crack had been closed. The giant palm snapped off at the wrist and fell down in smoke, the break smooth, as if it had been slashed by a sharp guillotine.

The giant palm kept shrinking in the fall, and streamers floated out of it, turning a few times in the air in confusion, and flying slowly to the depths of the void, like thin needles strongly attracted by magnets.

Zhi Hunt Shin crossed the group of streamers and sped in the same direction. His consciousness became more and more blurred, and he saw the void in a trance, sometimes setting off turbulent waves, sometimes collapsing into a lonely bottomless cavern. Sometimes groups of brilliant foreign objects come from afar, fly halfway, and suddenly turn into dust. Once he caught a glimpse of a gap in space, and it seemed as if a huge eye was watching him through the gap, and the radiant sun and moon swirled in the eyeballs, but they exuded a suffocating evil......

I don't know how long it took, but Shin lost consciousness completely, as if he had fallen into a sleep. Only the eight-winged golden cicada guards the sea of knowledge, relying on the instinct of the soul to perceive changes in the outside world.

In the deepest part of the void, there are magnificent and magnificent ribbons of light that run through the heavens and the earth, dancing in the air, and there is no beginning or end in sight. Zhi Hunt Zhen flew from afar and swooped into the light belt.

The eight-winged golden cicada roared loudly, and Zhi Hunt Zhen was suddenly shocked, woke up from the chaos, and found himself throwing himself into an overwhelming and boundless starry chessboard!

Bands of colored light are criss-crossed checkerboard lines, and countless bright and dark stars are embedded in them, like black and white twins undulating and unpredictable.

In the next moment, Zhi Kari Zhen passed through the starry sky chessboard, his body suddenly sank, and his eyes turned black, as if he had fallen into an unfathomable ravine. The endless liquid enveloped him, and it was as if he had returned to his mother's body, soaked in the warm and abundant amniotic fluid, and an irresistible sleepiness welled up......

It was as if he had a strange dream: he curled up in a giant colorful fish egg, and thousands of other fish eggs spewed out of a bottomless spring, tumbling in the turbulence, rushing into the rivers, lakes and seas in all directions. Eventually, he flowed into a grass pond, stopped, and floated on the surface of the duckweed. A few days later, several humanoids spotted him and screamed in surprise. They knelt down and prayed to the heavens, carefully lifted the eggs, and walked into a warm, damp mud hole......

After that, the dream became intermittent. Zhijia Zhen vaguely remembers that from time to time people came in, holding jars of colorful juice and carefully pouring them on the fish eggs. The hot juice seeped in, like the seeds of life, taking root and sprouting, and thriving, and Zhijia really felt that he was silently transforming......

After that, a long time passed in a trance, a year, two years, five years, ten years...... The humanoids entered the mud caverns less and less often, and the intervals were getting longer and longer. He often heard them shaking their heads and sighing, saying that it was a dead egg.

It's been a long time......

Inside the colorful giant fish eggs, Zhi Kari Zhen moved slightly, his eyelids trembled slightly, and his fingers involuntarily scratched a few times. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, the light became clear little by little, and his consciousness came back like a tidal wave.

In the sea of knowledge, the wings of the eight-winged golden cicada vibrated and made a loud and clear sound. Thirty-six stars swirled and rose and fell, releasing an unprecedented brilliance, like a magnificent ribbon of light, intertwined and reflected. Zhi Hunt's heart jumped, this scene was very familiar, but he couldn't recall it.

In the deepest part of the sea of knowledge, the white jade dice were motionless and dim, as if they had consumed all their strength, and fell into dormancy, and they couldn't even see the green dice clearly.

Shikami pondered for a moment, looked at the colorful fish eggs that shrouded him, and slowly got up. He stepped on the egg membrane of the fish egg, and with a "poof", the egg membrane shattered, and the fish egg flickered into foam, dissipating into a little bit of light.

A teenager stood opposite, holding a jar of colored juice in his hand, looking at Shin Zhijia in dumbfounded.

With a muffled "bang", the clay pot fell from the boy's hand, and the colored juice was sprinkled everywhere, exuding the smell of herbs mixed with fishy smell.

"Awakened! He's awakened! He's not a dead egg!" he was stunned for a moment, then jumped to his feet and let out a joyful cheer. The young man has a dull yellow complexion, round eyes, and a long yellow whisker hanging down from the left and right eyebrows, up to the chin. His lips were thick and slightly bulging, and the corners of his mouth were two symmetrical brown scales, like the gills of a fish, which shimmered as he breathed.