677 Wandering a Hundred Miles

The environment of the places he passed through, and all the subtle changes, unfolded slowly in his mind like a scroll.

I felt an extraordinary sensation, as if this was the most real moment in the world.

Same world, different colors; same location, two different worlds, yet at this moment they seem to be on the same screen.

I truly felt the difference in the world; a dark place, an occasional glimpse of unconscious ghosts, a chilling wind and mist, as if the ground itself were a maze.

A gentle breeze swept by, then a fierce wind arose, and the ghost vanished from its spot in an instant, whether blown away by the wind or devoured by something was unknown.

In the mortal realm, the earth beneath one's feet is solid and steady, like a silent guardian, bearing the vicissitudes of time and the weight of history.

A faint spiritual energy permeated the surrounding air; though not abundant, it possessed a unique rhythm and cadence.

In the distance, the mountains rise and fall, stretching endlessly, like the spine of the earth, appearing and disappearing in the clouds and mist.

The trees in the mountains are lush and green, and the occasional birdsong adds a touch of life and vitality.

Nearby, the stream babbles, its water crystal clear, with shimmering specks of light on the surface, as if fairies are playing.

He Chen took a deep breath, feeling the flow of spiritual energy in the air.

Being able to clearly distinguish the subtle differences between different spiritual energies, I couldn't help but try it out in my own little world.

At this moment, in my own world, I am like the creator.

He Chen's primordial spirit was incredibly fast, traversing a radius of a hundred miles like lightning, instantly gaining insight into everything around him.

Occasionally, a few spiritual herbs could be seen blooming, resembling weeds, along with a few newly molted demonic beasts.

He Chen was immersed in a unique experience, becoming one with nature and feeling the rhythm of the power of heaven and earth.

However, upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the spiritual energy in this place was not abundant to begin with, and now it has decreased even further, becoming much thinner.

I had a slight feeling of understanding, but I couldn't be sure, yet I didn't see any weakening of spiritual energy in the spiritual land.

What will happen in the future is still unknown, but the competition for spiritual energy will likely become even more intense.

A knowing glint flashed in He Chen's eyes. He nodded slightly and muttered to himself, "The acquisition of spiritual herbs must not stop."

The importance of spiritual herbs is self-evident. If the spiritual energy is indeed weakened, then spiritual herbs will become even more scarce and precious resources.

He Chen slowly withdrew his divine soul. His primordial spirit, which had been freely roaming within a hundred miles, now seemed like a divine light in the night sky, quietly returning.

This wisp of divine light was incredibly light and ethereal, seemingly unrestrained, traversing the void and returning leisurely in the blink of an eye.

The primordial spirit goes on a journey!

An indescribable sense of ease and freedom, as if a subtle connection had been re-established with the surrounding environment, allowing for a clearer perception of the changes in the world.

Like an ordinary person, having shed a heavy layer of iron, he felt incredibly light and relaxed.

As if freed from some kind of constraint, I felt lighter and moved more freely.

At the same time, an even deeper power was quietly surging within him.

This power was unlike any he had ever known before; it was purer and more powerful, as if it were emanating from the depths of his soul.

The cells in my body are as hard as diamonds, as if they were countless tiny diamond grains.

At this moment, he could clearly feel this power flowing through his soul, gentle yet powerful, as if it could wash away all the impurities from his soul.

In a daze, I realized that I used to be a bridge, connecting the forces around me.

Now, it seems as if his soul is a bridge between heaven and earth, allowing him to perceive the rhythm of heaven and earth more clearly and to understand the true meaning of martial arts more deeply.

Transform the sword into the Way, achieve immortality through the body, kill to protect life, sever karma, not kill people.

He Chen smiled slightly, a smile as fleeting as a night-blooming cereus, as if lotus flowers were blooming from his mouth, and as if a profusion of flowers were before his eyes.

He gently left his primordial spirit there and whispered, "Thank you for your protection, fellow Daoist. Also, please take care of the Glazed Immortal Realm."

With a gentle smile, I named my space "Liuli Wonderland" without asking my fellow Daoists for their permission. It feels so good to be willful.

I couldn't help but laugh. I bowed slightly in thanks!

His primordial spirit frowned slightly.

With a smile on his face, He Chen suddenly flashed and used the Cloud Wind Step, his whole body rising up like flowing clouds and water, breaking away from the terrain of the two realms, and rushing towards the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The speed was as fast as lightning, the towering ancient trees blocked out the sun, the roars of wild beasts rose and fell in the forest, and there was a silence, an absolute silence.

He Chen sped away at full speed, his figure like lightning cutting through the sky, advancing with lightning speed.

The speed had reached its limit, as if it could tear through the void, and in the blink of an eye, it was already 108,000 miles away.

During this rapid journey, He Chen was constantly sensing the changes in the surrounding environment.

The spiritual energy of the Ten Thousand Mountains was gradually becoming uneven, as if it were slowly dissipating into subtle areas.

Ten thousand miles away, the scene before He Chen's eyes was still a lush, bottomless forest.

The sea of ​​trees stretched out before me, seemingly endless!

The trees are hundreds of feet tall, like giant pillars reaching into the sky.

Mysterious and profound, the Hundred-Zhang Forest, from top to bottom, seems to be a multi-level underground space where all kinds of creatures find their place in life.

Being both the hunter and the prey.

Feel the fresh air and rich spiritual energy of the forest in the wind.

With a swift movement, he darted through the forest like a ghost.

He had cultivated the Cloud Wind Step to the point where he could move at will, and could easily traverse even in this dense, impenetrable forest.

After a slight pause, a creature resembling a tiger suddenly vanished into the dense forest. Its fur shimmered with golden light, and it seemed to be a hundred feet tall, like a golden mountain, before disappearing rapidly.

Just as he was wondering what was happening, a dark cloud suddenly flew overhead, obscuring the sun. He Chen's heart sank, and he slowed down, hiding behind a tree.

Looking up, high in the sky, tens of thousands of feet above, stood a giant bird with full wings and feathers that shimmered with seven colors.

Soaring through the air, it's like a magnificent rainbow streaking across the sky.

The chirping of insects vanished instantly, leaving only a deathly silence.

He Chen paused slightly, thinking to himself, 'There really is a great terror beyond the Ten Thousand Mountains. Was it because of this that the Holy Emperor stopped clearing out the demonic beasts inside the Ten Thousand Mountains?'

What did the Holy Emperor encounter back then?

He thought about it briefly, but didn't dwell on it too much. After all, it all came down to fists here, and without fists, all the knowledge was useless.

He Chen did not linger. He walked along the wind and ventured deeper into the mountains, wanting to see what lay within them.