Ye Qingchen is like a returning milk swallow, his steps are light, and his chest is overflowing with joy. The gentle woman in front of her stopped and waited for her there.

The further he went, closer to Hua Rong, the more warm Ye Qingchen felt. The biting cold seemed to be fading away, and her blood began to warm again.

It's just that the more she goes forward, the more uneasy she feels in her heart?

The scene of the hallucination caused by inhalation of pollen came back to mind. In a daze, she chose a path that she thought was a good road, but in the end, it almost cost her life.

Ahead, is it really what she desires?

The footsteps suddenly stopped, and they were only a foot away from Huarong.

"Qingchen, come here, come to my mother's side. "The gentle woman, calling with the most graceful voice in the world, her smile is as gentle as water, and people can't help but want to throw themselves into her arms.

Ye Qingchen looked at the woman, her smile was very beautiful, which made people intoxicated and couldn't extricate themselves. However, such a smile has no soul, because she can't see the smile in those beautiful eyes.

Her mother, when she smiled at her, her eyes and eyebrows were all smiling. It's a heartfelt laugh that touches the soul.

Ye Qingchen's steps paused, and he stopped so abruptly.

Then, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she turned away without hesitation.

In front of him, the road made of ice and snow winds into the distance, disappearing at the end of the junction of sky and snow in the distance. The cold and biting wind howled incessantly, like a ferocious ancient beast. The black clouds overhead, black and pressing, seemed to be pressed down at any time.

Cold, hopeless.

Behind him, the spring breeze was warm, a hundred flowers were blooming, and the smile on the gentle woman's face remained unchanged, still standing there quietly, calling gently, "Qingchen, come to my mother's side... ”

Which side is heaven? Where is hell?

Ye Qingchen listened, and the curvature of the corners of his lips became deeper and deeper. At the bottom of her eyes, a little starlight bloomed, turning into a bright luster of stars.

The steps under his feet were difficult, but they were also extremely firm, and his slender body, in the cold wind, was straighter than the pines and cypresses.

The surrounding scenery gradually changed, and soon, the icy and snowy world evolved into a valley, and Ye Qingchen sat cross-legged on the bluestone steps, as if there was a dazzling flash of brilliance.

"Succeeded?!" Someone around observed Ye Qingchen's vision, and couldn't help but let out a low voice, his tone dyed with undisguised shock. Many people also reacted, showing horror.

Ye Qingchen walked out of the illusion of the ninth stone step!

The crowd was a little boiling. Many people had just learned the news and rushed to the Valley of the Stone Statue Ruins, and they didn't witness Ye Qingchen's previous performance, so they reacted greatly.

It is difficult for the talented Heavenly Realm characters to get out of the illusion on the ninth-level stone steps, not to mention, Ye Qingchen is only a realm cultivator.

Ye Qingchen opened his eyes, and there was a wisp of confusion hidden in the depths of his dark eyes. It was a brief maladaptation when returning from a fantasy to reality.

"What a great illusion. Ye Qingchen said secretly in his heart. If it weren't for the illusion that the woman's eyes betrayed her, she would have really thought that the woman was a flower.

It took some time for Ye Qingchen to completely come out of the sequelae of the illusion, and his eyes were clear again, as clear as the sky washed by spring rain.

Standing up, Ye Qingchen walked towards the tenth stone step. Her steps are light, but many people clearly give birth to the illusion that she is stepping on the tip of their hearts with every step.

The illusion of the tenth level is much more violent than the ninth level. It was a scene that originated from Ye Qingchen's previous life, an illusion that evolved, and it took Ye Qingchen some time to come out.

"She really did it?!" Nangong Bi Kite stared at Ye Qingchen with a dead gaze, and her voice seemed to come from between her teeth.

"What are you waiting for?" Ling Aofan's gaze swept over the people in front of him and said softly.

Among the few people who were with Nangong Bi Kite, four people came out, they were all geniuses of the academy, and their best result at present was to step on the eleventh stone step.

Several figures leaped into the valley.

Several people sat down cross-legged in the four directions of the eleventh stone steps, and the people around them were stunned at first when they saw this, and after recognizing the identities of several people, a look of surprise appeared in their eyes.

It seems that there are some people who don't want Ye Qingchen to go too far.

After all, once Ye Qingchen used the Earth Realm Cultivation to break through the three illusions in a row, it would be a shameless thing for many Heavenly Realm people.

Even, Ye Qingchen is very likely to return to the list because of this incident!

"After this incident, Ye Qingchen is afraid that he will be able to return to the list again!" someone couldn't help but sigh. Low actual combat ability is not irreversible, as long as you are willing to spend time and energy, your actual combat ability will slowly improve, but talent is innate and irreversible.

Ye Qingchen's eyes swept over the four people who suddenly descended, and he obviously felt that after they came up, the will of the saints around them strengthened a lot. Her gaze suddenly moved up, and she was not surprised to see the figures of Nangong Bi Kite and Ling Aofan standing side by side on the top of the cliff.

When Ye Qingchen looked at her, Nangong Biyuan smiled coldly at her, and seemed to say, "Ye Qingchen, it's over!"

Call it a day?

She's here to do something today, how can it end here?

She withdrew her gaze, sat down cross-legged, and was soon once again led into the illusion by the vast will of the saint.

The soft sunlight spreads down from the sky, like the finest goose down, gently caressing the skin, itchy, with an intoxicating warmth.

Ye Qingchen squinted, and it took a while to get used to the overly bright light here.

At this moment, the sound that disappeared for a while reappeared, it was the 'rustle' sound of the wind blowing the branches and leaves, mixed with the crisp chirping of birds.

Where is this?

Ye Qingchen looked around in confusion, the scene in front of her made her feel familiar, but she couldn't tell where it was for a while.

Behind him, a gust of wind blew, with moisture and coldness, Ye Qingchen looked back sharply. The white mist rose from a wide cold pool, hazy, and everything around it was like a fairyland.

Ye Qingchen didn't have time to appreciate this dreamy beauty, and her heart couldn't help but shake.