Very few people in the world know Zhou Han.

He is not a young genius, nor is he the proud disciple of an expert, nor does he have any achievements that shock the spiritual world. His reputation in the spiritual world is at best like a cat or a dog.

And Zhou Han only knew a few people in the spiritual world, and most of them thought he was dead.

Even Zhou Han himself thought he was dead.

But when he opened his eyes and saw the wooden ceiling, he knew he was not dead.

Zhou Han suddenly stood up and found himself in a wooden house.

The furnishings in the wooden house are not gorgeous, but whether it is the ink paintings on the wall or the flowers and plants placed around, it gives people a feeling of spring breeze.

There is a sword scabbard hanging on the wall. Although the sword is not there, a faint sword intention has spread in the room.

The combination of sword intention and ink fragrance adds a bit of charm.

Zhou Han felt his body and found that the restless fallen elements had quietly shrunk in the sea of ​​​​Qi in his Dantian. Even if he did not deliberately use the way of heaven and humanity to control them, there was no sign of rebellion.

He knew that this was the result of the things Fang Chengyu forcibly shot into his sea of ​​consciousness.

This should...be considered a blessing in disguise?

Zhou Han thought this way and got out of bed to stretch his muscles.

Except for the qi sea in Dantian, which has never been better, everything is normal.

He walked to a landscape painting, and his eyes were naturally attracted to the signature in the lower right corner of the painting.

Those two words are powerful and powerful. They don't reveal their edge, but they show their edge.

Long Yao.

Zhou Han couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking that it was indeed the case.

As the most famous second senior sister of Mo Mei Villa to the outside world, Long Yao's reputation is extremely resounding in the spiritual world. She has left many legends behind, no less than Wuan Sword Immortal Shang Yunjian.

And these two people are also the most enviable Taoist couple in the spiritual world.

Since there are paintings, swords, and Long Yao's inscription here, then this place can only be the Wuan Sword Peak.

Zhou Han knew that he had reached the top of the clouds.

According to the saying in the spiritual world, there are two worlds above and below the top of the cloud.

Below the cloud top is the world of mortals, and above the cloud top is the world of immortals.

The greatest wish of most practitioners is to become a fairy in their lifetime and create their own fairyland on top of the clouds.

Wu'an Jianfeng is the one with the highest popularity among these fairylands.

Coming to this place that countless people dream of, Zhou Han didn't feel much joy or excitement.

Only immortals can freely communicate with the mainland on the top of the clouds. Mortals who have not understood the laws of this world will only be directly obliterated by the top of the clouds if they reach the top of the clouds.

This is common sense in the spiritual world.

And the reason why he didn't die was just because he was within the range of Wu'an Sword Peak.

This also means that he cannot go back on his own.

This is not a good thing for him.

A beautiful shadow lingered in his heart for a long time.

Fortunately, he saw Fang Chengyu's demise with his own eyes and knew that nothing would happen to her. With Yu Changping here, those guys hiding in the dark probably wouldn't dare to act rashly.

Then he would be relieved.

It's better to focus on yourself now.

Zhou Han pushed open the door and walked out.

What greeted him was a ray of light.

Although the light shining on his body was still warm, he was sure that it was not the sunshine he was familiar with.

How can the sunshine be so pure and golden?

He looked up and saw a huge roulette wheel glowing with golden light.

It's like a giant eye overlooking everything in the world.

Under these eyes, both the Wuan Sword Peak and the entire cloud top seemed extremely small.

After just one glance, Zhou Han's eyes were already red and he couldn't help but shed tears.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have gone blind.

But he finally confirmed that this was indeed the sunshine he had felt since childhood.

Maybe it's because we are closer, so the feeling is different.

After the sour feeling in his eyes gradually subsided, Zhou Han began to observe everything around him.

Wu'an Jianfeng is called Jianfeng, but it is actually a real mountain. Its peaks that tower into the sky may be the origin of the name.

He is now halfway up the mountainside of Wuanjian Peak.

The environment of Wu'an Jianfeng is very good.

Zhou Han was surrounded by birds and flowers, as if he was in a paradise.

He took a deep breath, and the abundant spiritual energy flowed through his body along his meridians, making him feel indescribably comfortable.

He looked into the distance.

He has never been to Yundian and is full of curiosity about this place.

Halfway up the mountainside of Wu'an Jianfeng is undoubtedly an excellent choice for a bird's-eye view.

Only then did he know that the man who named Yun Dian

Immortal, the naming is really casual.

When he looked around, all he saw were clouds, and not even a trace of the continent beneath the clouds could be seen.

It may be novel at first, but if you watch it for a long time, you will get bored very quickly.

No wonder the rumored Wu'an Sword Immortal runs down there whenever he has something to do...

But he still found some interesting things.

In the sea of ​​clouds on his right, there was a disharmonious existence.

The clouds there have many colors, just like a rainbow, the colors are gorgeous, but they complement each other.

When these colorful clouds gather in one place, they appear to be connected to Wuan Jianfeng and are very harmonious.

And the place on the left side of his sight attracted his attention even more.

It was a fairyland, similar in size to Wu'an Sword Peak, but it gave people a completely different feeling.

A clear spring in the center of the fairyland seems to be able to cleanse people's body and mind.

Many pear trees grow in this beautiful fairyland, and when the breeze blows, the flowers fall all over the ground, adding to the beauty.

Among these pear trees, there are several huts hidden among them.

But what interests Zhou Han the most is the waterfall next to the clear spring.

The source of this waterfall is not high, its width is not long, and there is nothing spectacular about it.

But as long as you keep looking at this waterfall, even from a distance, you can seem to hear the sound of the waterfall flowing gently into the clear spring.

Zhou Han couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy, and couldn't help but want to visit this fairyland.

But he was still self-aware, so he did not put this idea into practice.

But it’s okay to take a few more looks.

However, he suddenly discovered a ridiculous fact.

The fairyland that brought him peace of mind was actually tied with a hemp rope to a boulder on Wuanjian Peak.

It seems that by using this method, this fairyland has been following Wu'an Jianfeng without drifting away.

Zhou Han always felt like he was walking a dog.

What was originally a beautiful artistic conception suddenly became nondescript.

A voice sounded in his ear.

"That's the Nether Spring Realm. It was originally your father's fairyland, but he never used it."

Zhou Han didn't look back and continued to look at the Youquan realm and said, "Why?"

Shang Yunjian walked to Zhou Han and said, "Because he thinks this fairyland should be mine."
Chapter completed!