Past times, past characters, false stories, rebooted ancestral stars.

These are the big backgrounds, and they are also big plans.

It belongs to the huge torrent driven by the Galactic Federation behind it.

It's menacing and almost unstoppable.

However, these seem to be of little significance to Feng Linwan.

However, look at it carefully. Feng Linwan recreated an era, blended into it, and participated in it.

Recruiting those who are bound to rise, along with the restart of the ancestral star, will definitely be able to obtain a lot of benefits.

Even this experience can become the capital for him to embark on the road of the Golden Immortal.

Cultivation is an idealistic thing.

The deeper you go, the more idealistic it is.

In the current Feng Lin Night, cultivation also needs all kinds of resources of 'material existence'.

After he cultivated to the Golden Immortal, in addition to those magic weapons for external use, the elixirs for healing.

Most of the substances that were originally used to assist in cultivation will no longer work.

Because the 'faith' has been unified, the 'convenience' created by other conditions is no longer a promotion for the individual.

Know the core foundation of the terminal.

With the help of Zhen Yuanzi, Feng Linwan quickly cracked the mystery and mastered the method of becoming a 'plug-in' and embedding it in it.

Next, all you have to do is wait for your time.

Time passes quietly, and in a sense, senseless way.

As if there was no warning.

Zhou Jiexing broke through some small obstacles, and under the prevention of those 'protectors' secretly dispatched by the Gu Immortal Buddha, he still succeeded in planting seventy-two terminals at the most suitable time and planting seventy-two nodes in the world.

The next moment, the aura erupted, spreading out from the seventy-two nodes.

Then each carve out an unreal space large enough to start constructing certain scenes.

The seventy-two nodes, which are not directly related to each other, are linked to each other by fine veins, like a big net, firmly netting the entire ancestral star.

Then the aura of the ancestral star was reversed, transformed into the power of condensing, expanding, and expanding those illusory spaces.

One soul after another was extracted from the history tunnel of the ancestral star, and then merged into different illusions.

They will shine in the era of reboots.

At this time, Feng Lin Wan was standing on the top of Mount Tai.

On top of Mount Tai, there is also an end node.

And Feng Lin Wan had already prepared the formation, and quietly spread a silk thread of energy along the opening of the terminal into the open illusion.

Then it's like pulling out a pipe for energy.

Beneath the fine net, a small 'knot' condenses.

It is located on Hong Kong Island.

agreed to Zhou Jiexing's matter, Feng Linwan would not regret it.

It's just that Feng Lin has added a lot of personal work.

Look at the heart-like knot, which is constantly beating under the infusion of energy.

Feng Lin entered the entire energy network in the way of planting the Tao in a dream, and at the same time spread his thoughts all over the entire network.

Many elements were extracted from the 'big net' by Feng Lin Wan, and then put into that small knot.

It's like a ripening fruit.

Tiny knots begin to swell.

At the same time, some structurally unstable dimensional spaces have begun to collapse and destroy, being absorbed by those illusion transformations on the big web.

And there are also some dimensional spaces and dimensional worlds that still have the main dimension, and they have begun to actively move towards the illusions drawn by some terminals, overlapping, and interacting with virtual and real.

Vaguely, Feng Lin saw through the clouds, as if he saw a fantasy, the neighing Great Qin Iron Horse, saw the magnificent prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, saw the generosity and tragedy of the late Ming Dynasty, saw the gloom and light of the Middle Ages, saw the last glory and struggle of the cowboys before the revolution, and saw the barbarism, bloodiness and mystery on the African continent.

Seventy-two colossal illusions are the starting point.

On the dense network, more small illusions are stretched out.

Feng Linwan retracted his gaze and looked at his 'knot' again.

His knot has matured in a sense.

Although it is not as fast as those, the progress of actively digesting and absorbing the illusions of dimensional space and cave heaven and blessed earth has been fast, and it has reached the stage of virtual and real interaction.

But in the illusion, a complete framework and world view have been constructed.

With a thought in his mind, Feng Lin followed the imprint that had already been planted and jumped into the 'knot'.

This time, he didn't have to harness the power of the Eternal Beacon.

On his own, it was enough to complete the crossing.

Familiar streets.

The traffic is busy, and compared with the depression in reality, the prosperity in front of you is indescribable.

One turned around, and when I turned around, I saw the sign of the Regent Hotel.

A man in an ill-fitting suit was standing at the door of the hotel with a bag, looking a little sluggish.

The next moment, a middle-aged man with an obscene appearance, a mustache, and a big belly walked towards the man.

"Ah Xing!"

"Third uncle!"

The two hugged each other exaggeratedly.

On the other side of the street, a tall man in shabby clothes and a limp was parking a few thugs.

With a smile on his face, he reluctantly picked up the banknote that was thrown on the ground and stepped on twice.

On the other side of the street, a handsome man with a hooked nose but unexpectedly decent and handsome looks was observing the tall man with a lame leg, and his mouth said, 'It's true, it should be used to bluff people'.

On a bus running fast in the middle of the street, a young man with a pot lid and an ordinary appearance with a big nose is mingling with a group of gangsters, the small bus, like a circus, allows him to shuttle freely, everything that can be used can be turned into a weapon in the hands of the young people to deal with those gangsters.

Feng Linwan stood on the street, suddenly opened his arms, learning from Zhou Jiexing's previous appearance.

He is embracing the times.

Then he thought about it, moved his feet, and walked towards the tall, lame man who parked the car.

"Brother, is there a fire?" Feng Linwan handed over a cigarette.

The tall man, with his head bowed and his eyes flashing with a glint in his eyes, was already a brilliant smirk when he raised his face.

"Yes, yes, of course. As he spoke, he took out a pack of matches from his pocket, then snorted and lit one, and then held it and handed it to the cigarette on Feng Linwan's mouth.

Holding the fire in his hand, he took a hard breath.

Then exhale a puff of smoke.

"Taste it! The high-end goods from the north are specially available, and ordinary people can't buy them. Feng Linwan handed over the cigarette again.

The tall man smiled and wiped his hands, then took the cigarette and put it behind his ear.

"Do you want to be majestic again?" Feng Linwan suddenly asked.

The tall man laughed, "I'm a cripple." ”

"It doesn't matter if your leg is lame, as long as your heart is not lame. Feng Linwan said.

As he was talking, the young man with a hooked nose but a decent and handsome appearance finally came over.

Then he glanced at Feng Linwan and said to the lame man, "Hey, do you want to make a profit?"

"Let's talk?"

As he spoke, he directly stuffed a large denomination of Hong Kong dollars into the lame man's pocket.