A long series of footprints neatly left on a flat and endless sandy ground that meandered forward to a distant unknown place. The silence of the space was lifeless, and there was not a single sound to be heard, except for the shattered sky overhead, which changed from time to time, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be silent forever, and there was no sign of any change.

Follow these footprints all the way forward, and you will see a long figure at the end, dressed in a shabby green shirt, with messy black hair scattered behind, walking lonely between heaven and earth. In fact, he was not the only one here, there was a small purple beast on his shoulder, lazily lying on his stomach, occasionally opening his eyes to look around, and then continuing to sleep.

In this world, the dialect has been gone for a whole day, and there is still not much change around, and the boring and monotonous scene makes people mistakenly think that they have been spinning in place. After walking this distance, Fang Yan was always paying attention to the changes in the aura around him, trying to follow this clue and find a way out of here.

It's just that although the idea is good, it is not easy to do, there is no obvious change in the surroundings at the end of the day, and the aura that is thin to the extreme is not as good as South Vietnam after the catastrophe. This was the case everywhere here, the dialect had to walk aimlessly, and the spiritual power required by Edgeworth's flight was too great, and he had to always be cautious in such an unknown place.

However, this period of time was not without gain, at least let the dialect figure out how to identify the direction here, although there is no sun, moon and stars here, but the changing clouds in the sky still provide him with a reference. The place where the clouds rolled was tentatively designated by him as the north, and the sky that looked like a mirror blue was determined to be the east.

The dialect is now moving in this direction, and the habits he has developed in the outside world for decades have made him more fond of this blue and clear scenery, and almost subconsciously chose this direction. I don't know how long he walked all the way, although he didn't use any mana, but his physique speed was not slow, at this time he estimated that he had walked hundreds of miles without saying anything, but there was no sign of change around.

This made him a little skeptical of his previous judgment. Isn't this a secret realm, or has it been completely out of the world he lives in, otherwise how can there be no change in the aura. With the sensitivity of the dialect to the aura, he could keenly sense even the slightest abnormality, but this large area was like this, which of course made him suspicious.

No matter where you are, the distribution of Reiki cannot be completely consistent. This is true even on a spiritual peak, where the aura is usually a little more intense. Unless there is something in some place that affects the aura. But it won't be like now, there is almost no change in the large area, and even the quality of the aura is about the same.

With a stomach full of doubts, the dialect walked in this uninhabited place for several more days, and the surroundings were still the same, and the scenes were repeated in front of him, and there was no obvious change in sight. Fortunately, the footprints on the ground are very clear, otherwise Fang Yan really has to wonder if he is going back, why there is no change in the aura around him.

This is just the beginning. For the next half month, Fang Yan was still walking boredly on the ground, wading day and night on this seemingly endless mud ground, unable to see where the road ahead would be. There were no mountains, no vegetation, not even a mound, leaving him alone in this lifeless world.

No matter how patient the dialect is. At this time, I can't help but feel discouraged, a clue that is easy to grasp, but it has not brought him a chance at all, and the initial enthusiasm is being worn out little by little. The dialect on the road has encountered that kind of spatial black spot twice, and it was fleeting in an instant. It's the same as before, except for a slight difference from the view.

At that time, Fang Yan did have a mind in his heart, wanting to go directly into it and get out of this too boring place in front of him, but he couldn't bear it, the risk was too great. However, it may not seem dangerous, but it is by no means a good place. Perhaps this immutable environment is the greatest danger.

As if to test the dialect's heart, he still did not go out of here for the next month, surrounded by an already tiresome landscape, and this silent world slowly became suffocating. On the way, he saw a few large and small space black spots, but Fang Yan didn't think about it anymore, because after he looked at a few places, he found that the situation inside was very different, and each place was different.

In other words, these possible passages to the outside world are not in the same place, and their exact location is even more unknown, whether it is in South Vietnam, or in a distant foreign land, or even at the interface where he lives. What worries him the most is the change of aura, if the passage is opened, why is there no aura seeping in, is it that those places are the same as here, a place with thin aura?

If that was the case, there was no need to venture out of these dark spots, and it wouldn't be funny if he had ventured to a place that ended up being indistinguishable from this place. Still patiently looking here, more than a month has passed, and it is not that nothing has changed, at least he feels a little closer to the area covered by the blue sky.

It was another boring journey, and time and patience were exhausted little by little, but on this day, the scenery around him suddenly changed, and without the slightest warning, just as he walked as usual, a change happened.

At this moment, Fang Yan vaguely sensed a spatial force, as if when entering and exiting a certain secret realm, this magical feeling suddenly came and disappeared extremely quickly. By the time the dialect reacted, he was already on a gentle grassy slope, with a few sparse trees in the distance, and clumps of shrubs and weeds could be seen from time to time.

The aura here obviously feels much richer, and although it is not a spiritual land, it should at least be able to support him to fly in mid-air. However, the dialect did not fly immediately, but first looked around, this sudden change was very unreal, and a very ordinary rush actually passed through a space.

Anyone who goes deep into the secret realm often has a special passage, or uses the power of the formation to open up the entrance to the space, but I haven't heard that you can enter and exit at will like this, and you can't even see the entrance and exit, so you can complete the space transformation. I'm afraid that this kind of thing can only happen in dreams, and Fang Yan really suspected that he had broken into a fantasy at first, and only after he looked around did he dare to be sure that this was a real space.

Another strange thing, I came to a strange space, and before I knew it, the dialect came here, but I couldn't find my way back. It's not that the dialect is nostalgic for that lonely place, it's just that this strange spatial change is too terrifying, and I change places as I walk. I didn't even have a chance to retreat, so I could only rush forward.

Overhead, the blue sky was clear, and there was nothing in the clear blue sky, and when the dialect came to the nearby heights, I saw high and low mountains on all sides, lush everywhere. It was in this shocking blandness that the dialect was lifted out of that desolate place. Came to this seemingly vibrant place.

When he arrived here, the purple-eyed beast that had been sleeping for a long time also woke up. Quite interested sniffed around, and after a while, an anthropomorphic puzzled expression appeared. Fang Yan stared at the little beast tightly, the aura was the only clue he was tracking, and it might be a good thing to be able to get here, which increased his hope of leaving here a lot.

I saw that the purple-pupiled beast hesitated to point to one place with its front paws, and then pointed in the opposite direction, and then babbled and pointed randomly, as if something made it extremely irritated. Fang Yan was speechless when he looked at it, so he simply found a place to sit down and rest. Then slowly look for a possible way out.

After a while, Fang Yan tried to fly slowly low in mid-air, flying forward along a valley, the purple-pupiled beast's guidance was very unreliable, he simply searched along the mountain in front of him, maybe walking a distance could restore its keen sense of smell to normal.

It's a pleasant place like this, and the mountains on both sides are full of life. Occasionally, Fang Yan could also find one or two spiritual grasses, although they looked low, but he found a few varieties that he didn't have, and hurriedly picked them and planted them in the space. From time to time, you can see birds and animals in the mountains, which are not much different from the outside world, but they are all ordinary beasts and the like. There is no threat to him.

The dialect picked up slightly, and flew briskly over the valley, which made him feel much better than the tedious trek of the previous days. In a short time, the dialect flew over the mountains, and flew farther and farther along the valleys within, gradually moving away from the slope where he had been before. Enter a lush mountain landscape.

The scenery under him passed quickly, and after about two hours, Fang Yan suddenly heard the sound of water, and hurriedly looked for the sound, and he really had never seen flowing water when he entered here. Soon a turbulent stream appeared in front of him, less than ten zhang wide, like a silver jade belt, flowing rapidly down from the mountain, splashing with gusts.

Cultivators have always loved the land of mountains and rivers, and dialects prefer to live by water, and the spiritual peaks or residences he chooses are often places with water sources. Although he had no intention of staying here, Fang Yan flew up the stream and upstream, heading upstream, perhaps finding a spiritual place where the exit was often located.

The mountain gradually rose, and before I knew it, the dialect came to a slightly tall peak, from which this stream came out, rushing all the way down. Entering the mountains along the waterway dialect, he would occasionally pay attention to the spiritual grass on the mountains on both sides, but the purple pupil beast had always been lacking in interest, and puzzled expressions flashed on his face from time to time, but the dialect did not pay attention.

The water did not disperse here, but it was gathered by a complete stream, rushing and leaping between the mountains and rocks, and the dialect was flying in the opposite direction, looking for the source of water. At this moment, he noticed another strange thing, as if the stream above the mountain peak had disappeared in the twilight, and these endless streams could not see the source.

"Is it rootless water, how is this possible?" the dialect let out his divine sense, but above it were huge rocks and dense bushes, and the source of the stream could not be found. Fang Yan continued to slowly ascend along the flowing water, and saw several huge rocks in front of him, and the rushing stream seemed to flow from the rocks.

Fang Yan was astonished by this sight, and he did not see the converging water among the rocks, and where the water came from. The dialect flew towards the rock, and at this moment, the surrounding scenery was repeated, and that strange spatial power was added again, and the spatial transformation that had just been completed not long ago appeared here again out of thin air. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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