As soon as Dong Rui landed, he pressed his abdomen and retched twice, with an ugly expression on his face: "This is much more uncomfortable than crossing the Haoyuan Golden Mirror!"
In an instant, they were moved here from Shilong Peak. Dong Rui felt that his body could not adapt. His internal organs felt like they had been punched hard, and he almost spat a mouthful of blood onto the tree in front of him.
He didn't spray, but the two teenage Huanzong disciples who had jumped on the sandbox before really vomited blood on the spot and couldn't stand up straight for a long time.
Not everyone can afford the magical power of taking a step thousands of miles and coming and going in an instant.
He Lingchuan patted Dong Rui on the shoulder and looked around again.
The open space by the lake was temporarily turned into a camp area, where Huanzong prepared personnel and transferred supplies.
The place where the Silver Pearl Fruits were handed out was packed to the brim, and even though the instructors tried hard to maintain order and shouted not to fight, there were still disciples from the sect who pushed and pushed them crazily, and even tried to grab them.
Several instructors jumped into the crowd, picked out the troublemakers, and threw them directly into the water.
Dong Rui stood under the tree from a distance and watched, and couldn't help but sigh: "Is this still a disciple of the Immortal Sect? How come he looks like the refugees we saw on the Golden Flash Plains."
This is basically the scene when refugees go to receive relief food at disaster relief shacks.
"They were afraid that the Heavenly Palace would kill them, so they wanted to cross the lake as soon as possible and go to a safe place."
In fact, more of the disciples of the Fantasy Sect looked confused and uneasy. Before last night, they were all masters of Yinzhu Island, living a life without fighting against the world. Their biggest worry was just the intrigue in the sect.
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When the Heavenly Palace came, the demons took action, and their elders died one after another. Only then did they realize that there are people outside the world, there are demons outside the world, and they were nothing.
The common people of Yinzhu Island are like ants in front of the immortals, and aren't they, the disciples of the Immortal Sect, the same in front of the demons and the heavenly palace?
There were still a few monks who couldn't grab the Silver Pearl Fruit, so they collapsed and knelt by the lake, reciting Qianhuan's name and wiping the corners of their eyes.
Aunt Zhu became impatient: "Don't talk about these useless things. Have you got our silver pearl fruit?"
Dong Rui shouted, and the ghost ape jumped down from some tree branch, holding two silver pearl fruit branches in his hands. There were many heavy fruits on them, which was very useful.
There was still plenty of time, so He Lingchuan squatted on the big rock by the lake and looked down at the lake.
The big trees here cover the sky and the sun, and the green shade covers a large area of the lake. Even though the sun is getting brighter, the water surface hidden deep in the shadow of the trees is still dark.
Yaozi Lake is lucky. The space-time rift opened by Miaozhantian did not face here, so most of the vegetation was preserved.
"I heard that except for the light of the sun and the moon and the silver pearl fruit, this lake cannot be illuminated by anything else." He Lingchuan said, taking out a dried spore from his arms and dipping it in some water. It was very bright.
It soon lit up, emitting a bright white light.
He brought the fluorescent spores closer to the water's surface.
The lake was sparkling and rippling endlessly, but one person and one spider said "eh" at the same time:
"really!"
The light source should be close to the normal water surface. There should be some light below the water surface to illuminate small plankton and messy impurities.
But the surface of the lake is as black as ink, and it is pure ink color.
The fluorescent spores in He Lingchuan's hand did not illuminate the surface of the water even if they were close to it.
When he loosened his grip, the fluorescent spores fell into the lake and sank.
From the moment it entered the water, it felt like it was swallowed up by darkness, with no light coming out of the lake.
"Hey, that's interesting!" Dong Rui also became interested, "Is this lake completely opaque?"
He Lingchuan picked a silver pearl fruit casually and approached the water.
Then it's normal:
The silver pearl on the water shines, and its pearly light is reflected under the water.
This fruit can indeed leave a shadow in the lake!
He Lingchuan ignited another fluorescent spore on the water near the Silver Pearl Fruit.
A strange scene appeared:
Only the light of the silver beads was reflected in the water, and the fluorescent spores still left no light or shadow.
Even Aunt Zhu said "Interesting", but He Lingchuan was thinking, how did Qian Huan master arrange these things, and how could he be so precise in every detail?
It seems that there are some rules and regulations in the world.
Everyone and the demon puppets received the silver pearl fruit and jumped into the lake.
As soon as I entered the water, I couldn't see my fingers around me, and the moonlight from the sky couldn't penetrate at all.
This isn't a lake, it's clearly like a bottomless abyss.
Then, the silver pearl fruit in the palm of your hand started to glow, making people feel at ease.
In response to this, a light spot also appeared at the bottom of the lake, not dazzling, but bright.
He Lingchuan immediately swam towards it.
After swimming more than ten feet, the light spot suddenly magnified in front of him, and he felt a suction force.
No, it's probably more appropriate to say "buoyancy".
As soon as He Lingchuan relaxed, the force in the water jerked him downward——
There was a "crash" sound, and the water came out!
He Lingchuan looked around, and he actually floated to the surface again?
Hearing the sound of water all around, his companions emerged one after another.
Dong Rui wiped the water from his face and looked around: "Hey, isn't this still Yaozi Lake?"
The shape of the lakeshore, the grass, stones, pebbles on the lakeside...even the old elm tree with an afro, are exactly the same as the world they came from!
There were many Fantasy Sect disciples in the lake, and they all swam to the shore.
The sun shines on the lake, creating a golden glow, and everyone bathes in the waves.
Aunt Zhu was the quickest to calm down: "Where are we going now?"
With He Lingchuan, she only needed to ask this question.
He Lingchuan raised his eyes and looked at the top of its head:
"Auntie, follow me and sneak back."
"Oh." Aunt Zhu responded readily without saying a word, while Dong Rui was too lazy to ask why.
Anyway, He Lingchuan must have a point.
"The others are waiting, we will come as soon as we go."
Wan Qifeng and others all agreed and swam slowly in the water, not in a hurry to get ashore.
Most of the Bailong people were originally landlubbers, but later became residents of Yangshan Island. Swimming was one of the compulsory courses. Those who could be taken by He Lingchuan were all proficient in water and could cope with complex and changeable environments.
This time He Lingchuan and Aunt Zhu dived again holding the silver pearl fruit, and as expected they returned to the water surface of the original world.
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Sure enough, God's gaze appeared again.
He Lingchuan drew his sword and cut off the golden thread invisible to others to eliminate future troubles. Then he said to Aunt Zhu, "Dive again."
The dive went smoothly this time, and He Lingchuan soon joined the Black Armored Army and swam to the rocky beach on the shore.
He Lingchuan also walked this road in the fantasy world.
The stone beach is quiet, and two weasels are wandering along the grinding marks, as if looking for crushed snails and insects.
When they saw people coming, they ran away and disappeared.
Other than that, the stone beach is very quiet. There are no freshly mended fishing nets, no dried fish, no houses or fences on the edge of the woods, and no children's laughter... There is no sign of any human existence.
The small lakeside village they had seen in another world did not exist here.
The beach and woods are still pristine, and no fighting has occurred.
There was a big clam hidden among the pebbles. The ghost ape had sharp eyes and dug it out, smashed the shell open, put it to his mouth and started sucking the juice.
"Ah puff puff puff!" It just spit out the mussel meat with a slurp.
It's so bitter and astringent, and doesn't have the sweetness of shellfish at all.
Not delicious!
They walked up a low hill again, from where they could see a corner of the ocean.
But the waves were sparkling and the roar was still there.
The calm and uninhabited ocean also has no end in sight.
Is this the real world where Qianhuan Zhenren lives?
Wan Qiliang murmured: "It seems to be no different from the fantasy world we came to."
The ghost ape chirped in the treetops.
The Phantom Sect team is just ahead.
Soon, they caught up with the large army.
The Huanzong team rested for a while behind the short hill, and then Elder Liu led the team to the north.
"Go quickly, go quickly!" Everyone knew there were soldiers chasing him.
Everything around him was no different from the original world, even the positions of the big trees were exactly the same. However, there were flowers and flowers along the way, and there was no trace of a fight.
Everything is as it was before the Tiangong invasion.
This is so peaceful, but it makes people feel uncomfortable. He Lingchuan ran to Elder Liu and kept pace with him:
"This is the real world?"
"Yes." Elder Liu strode forward, "For a long time, we have been living in the illusion created by the Immortal."
He Lingchuan looked at the silver pearl fruit in his hand. After a quarter of an hour, it no longer glowed. Now he was holding a large yellow pear in his hand. It still had a fragrant smell.
Elder Liu said: "You can eat it."
He Lingchuan took a bite and the pear juice overflowed, quenching his thirst.
Sure enough, these "silver lantern fruits" are pears that have been imbued with magical powers.
"What about the mortals in the fantasy world?"
Elder Liu glanced at him, a little surprised that he would ask this question: "They are not the targets of the Heavenly Palace, so naturally they still stay in the fantasy world, just like they have for so many years."
Mortals have lived in the fantasy world for so many years, what's the problem?
He Lingchuan was curious: "How long has the illusion world existed? How could the Immortal Lord move all these mortals to the illusion world in the first place and prevent them from noticing?"
Elder Liu coughed lightly: "It's hard to say."
The secrets of the Immortal Master and the secrets of the sect are not enough for outsiders to know.
He Lingchuan said oh and stopped asking.
Is it difficult for Elder Liu to tell, or does he not know?
After He Lingchuan saw Qianhuan Zhenren with his own eyes, he had a feeling that this mirage was extremely secretive. Did it hide many secrets that even the elders of the Huan Sect didn't know?
Just looking at the relationship between Qian Huan and Xiao Wencheng, He Lingchuan felt that this was very possible.
After climbing over a high hill, a village appeared in front of us.
What surprised everyone was:
There are still residents in the villages and towns!
The location they were in was a hillock that had been blown into a deep crater in the fantasy world. Here, the hills were very high, the vegetation was dense, and the sounds of chickens and dogs in the village could be heard.
This village is located at the original location of Yucun, but the architecture is different anyway.
Not to mention He Lingchuan and others, even the disciples of the Huan Sect walked here as if they were caught in the clouds and mist, looking confused and confused.
There are residents and living people in the real world, but what about the living people in the fantasy world?
They are also residents of Silver Pearl Island who came from the fantasy world, so are they really fantasy?
When the villagers heard the commotion, they all came out to watch. The eyes of adults and children were full of curiosity, but there was no malice.
A monk walking on the left side of He Lingchuan suddenly pointed at the village and shouted: "That's that, that's my neighbor when I was a child!"
His voice was very frightened, and his eyes bulged out, as if he had seen a ghost. He Lingchuan looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a six or seven-year-old boy behind a fence, leaning towards the Fantasy Sect team, and laughed.