The breeze blows, the branches sway, and the ethereal sound of the divine sound is endless.

As the tender branches sway gently, the leaves of the palm-sized sauna trees are bright and bright. Occasionally, leaves collided with leaves to make a pleasant sound, making people unable to help but feel empty in their body and mind.

The sound of Tao is heard in my ears, like the sound of Buddha chanting scriptures, cleaning Liu Fang's soul, and the refreshing fragrance of flowers improves her physical condition.

Liu Fang, immersed in the fragrance of flowers, no longer cared about Wang Yue. She had entered a deep level of enlightenment and found it difficult to know where Wang Yue was going.

Wang Yue used the vitality that burst out from the old tree in spring to maintain his life, so that he could ensure that his life was safe after returning.

What's strange is that Liu Fang actually resurrected in this way. She could see her in the pollen cocoon sitting cross-legged and breathing.

The mysterious Taoist pattern is creating and reorganizing her body and soul. She is in a gentle transformation and has no idea that she is undergoing special changes.

If Wang Yue was here, he would definitely be stunned because Liu Fang's body was changing from big to small...

Contemporary time is slowly flowing towards the future minute by minute, and Liu Fang's evolution is very slow.

An old man with a fairy-like spirit appeared, and he sat cross-legged in the void and watched Liu Fang's mysterious changes.

The old man was the transformation of the sycamore tree, and he said in shock:

"This girl is in a state of transformation and evolution without knowing that she is not aware of it, but the young man before exchanges power with me to return to the years. She is such a wonderful couple of years!

"Well, I can be sure, you are undoubtedly the nobles in my life..."

Wang Yue, who returned to prehistoric with his physical body, had time and time flowed back quickly, almost in the blink of an eye to the prehistoric era.

Wang Yue opened his eyes again, and the familiar scene came into his eyes.

Looking at the distance, the only difference from the past is that an ethereal and holy female fairy sat cross-legged at the root of the innate divine rice that was boundlessly covered the top of the sacred mountain.

Jiji!

The familiar five-colored divine bird flew over quickly, landing behind his shoulders, tilting his little head and using his bird's beak to help him comb his messy hair.

It seemed that she knew that Wang Yue was coming, and she always looked at the change of nothingness. She said lightly:
Chapter completed!