Lu Xingyao began to wonder if he had fallen into some illusion.

What I could see was no longer the red that I had almost been accustomed to seeing before, and although there was still no sign of the presence of spiritual energy around, it was a scene full of life.

Overhead, clumps of peach trees scattered with branches, and on the ground were rocks by the stream, and the river, which looked a little too clean, was flowing forward. The moss marks on the stone mix with the weeds that grow in the crevices of the stone, creating a patchwork of green hues.

The only thing that feels unreal is that it is so quiet, not only is there no sound of animals, birds or insects, but even this flowing stream, although it never stops, does not seem to have the sound of water hitting stones in the daily visible stream, and the movement of stones rolling at the bottom of the stream.

At first, she suspected that something was wrong with her ears, but even if she didn't make a sound, she knew it wasn't, and she could hear the sound of her own breathing and heartbeat that was so evident in the silence at this time.

And what makes this place seem strange is that the sky above the peach branches above the head is smeared with a rather obvious yellow-green layer, although it is not too abrupt, but it makes the colors in this sky mottled.

She hesitated for a moment which direction she should go.

Although this place does not have that sense of fire, but the characteristics that still match the land of the absolute spirit do not make people feel that they have stepped into the territory of another thing, fire and wood are not mutually exclusive attributes, and it is not impossible to have such a thing that may be a protective shell, but the scene here seems to be very different between each step, making it impossible to judge which place is the breaking point for a while.

The stream flows from west to east, and this orientation is of course judged by the way the trees grow, and it doesn't matter if it's actually the case, just a direction to the coordinates. In the upper reaches of the stream, the peach grove is becoming more and more luxuriant, and at a glance it seems that only a patch of lush green can be seen, and the yellow-green of the sky is also more distributed in that direction, as if it were a mass of silted yellow clouds.

In the downstream direction of the stream, the peanut trees and the leaves seem to be inexplicably abrupt, as if there is a harbinger of withering, and the flowers are blooming excellently, completely interspersed with pink clouds.

In the south direction, there was a path that seemed to have been trodden by human feet, and because of the obscuration of the trees, it was impossible to see what was behind the tall grass that had been partially trampled down, and there was no movement from that direction to give a basis for judgment.

To the north, where you have to cross the stream to get through, you can see an arched earthen bag in the distance, and a bamboo forest seems to be sticking out in that direction.

If you want to talk about intuition, it is natural to go in the direction of the downstream of the stream, at least although the wood is a fire in the five elements, according to common sense, the more strong the fire attribute, the weaker the wood qi should be.

She took two steps in the direction of the stream, and when she got closer, she realized that the stream flowing in this depression should not be called water, but more like the phantom ripples like water mirrors that she had seen before she entered this illusion, although they took the form of water waves, in fact they did not seem to exist, but only an invisible ripple, and the stones at the bottom of the water seemed to be projected from another world, and water and stone were things that did not exist, and naturally there would be no sound.

Water stones are like this, so trees and flowers, Lu Xingyao muttered in his heart.

This illusion seemed to be a little faintly peaceful, but she also knew very well that under this calm appearance, there was a danger that might strike at any time, at least the people who entered this place before might not have a good end.

The track that seemed to be walked by someone invisibly attracted her to look in that direction, but on the other hand, the road that someone walked may not be safe, I am afraid it is not just speculation.

She still made up her mind to trust her instincts first and head in the direction of the lower reaches of the stream.

The temperature here is not like being in a furnace outside, but it is not an ordinary temperature, it is more like a state of half-cold and half-heat, sometimes there is a rush that seems to invade at any time, and sometimes it is suppressed by a chill, like the state of the outermost water in a hot water cup in cold water. The heat is more pronounced near the direction of the stream, and closer to the tree, it is closer to room temperature.

The temperature made it all the more reasonable to stay away from the stream, but she always felt that it had something to do with it, but she couldn't remember it for a moment.

There was no complete path on either side of the stream, but a walkable path formed by the staggered gravel and dirt paths, and the grass under the trees paved in this direction, and although she did not find anything resembling the outside world among these weeds, she did not dare to take any ordinary-looking plant lightly.

The peach blossoms above the head bloomed extraordinarily brilliantly under this excessive sky without daylight, and the more so the more there was a feeling of being in a dream, there were no scattered petals under the tree, they seemed to be frozen on the branches at the best moment of their lives, and they were already a frozen corpse.

Lu Xingyao withdrew his gaze from looking up.

The flowers tend to be the same color, and after staring at them for a long time, I feel as if I am not looking at the peach blossoms, but at the pink flames, which have only grown into the shape of flowers, and will fall from the branches at any time. Even though the vision hadn't changed at this time, there was an illusion of those pinks being connected in a ball after a long period of staring, which made her subconsciously feel that it was not good.

Lin Xiao still didn't move, so she was full of doubts but couldn't find someone to talk to, even if she couldn't get the answer, at least there was someone to talk to in this extreme quiet.

The downstream of the stream does not seem to be far away, but after about two hours of going out, there is still a long way to go, and it seems that the scene on both sides has changed slightly, but it has not yet changed qualitatively.

What made her feel a little strange was that it had actually been a long time since she had taken a Bigu Dan, but she didn't feel any hunger at this time, and she didn't feel any signs of exhaustion in her body. It's just that this anomaly is insignificant compared to the weirdness of the surrounding scene.

It wasn't the Phantom Array that misled her judgment of distance.

She threw something at the ground, took a few steps forward, and looked back to confirm it.

Those flowers and trees may not be the norm, and the proximity of colors makes it impossible to accurately locate the distance and proximity.