Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu felt a little indescribable.

The whole body is surrounded by abundant spiritual power, and there is a sense of comfort that has never been experienced before, as if the whole person is transparent.

At the same time, all senses are magnified several times.

She could hear the sound of morning dew dripping on the red leaves in late autumn outside the cave, and could smell the mixed fragrance of flowers in the Huazhaoying Garden on the mountainside. The distant mountains on the opposite side were also much clearer. Green, what can be seen now are big trees with luxuriant branches and leaves, supporting countless umbrellas in the mountains.

Ye Zhiqiu blinked her eyes and thought to herself, it turned out that the world she and Xiao Yan saw were different.

When the righteous Taoist stopped his hands, the feeling of being surrounded by spiritual power disappeared immediately.

Oh...it turns out that this abundant spiritual power comes from Master...it has nothing to do with me.

However, the magnification of the senses has not disappeared, and it seems that this is the feeling after breaking through the realm.

"Yunling, turn around, don't be discouraged immediately." The righteous Taoist reminded.

Ye Zhiqiu took a deep breath, still exhaling and breathing.

"Return all the spiritual power to the dantian, and slowly restore the calm of the whole person."

"Okay, that's the end of it."

Ye Zhiqiu slowly opened his eyes, the world in front of him was extremely clear and bright.

"How is it?" Master Zhengdao said with concern in his tone.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled: "I should have succeeded in breaking through."

Taoist Zheng Dao happily stroked his beard: "You are indeed my apprentice."

"Then, Master, can I go to the Trial Realm?"

"Yes, but... the trial realm is still very dangerous. If you want to start the cultivation of the trial realm, you won't be able to get out after a short period of time. Do you need to say goodbye to your daughter?"

"No need, Xiao Yan already knows."

On this point, Mu Yan and Ye Zhiqiu have reached a consensus.

Now that you have stepped into the door of cultivation, don't be hypocritical, eat what you deserve, and don't shrink back. It would be even worse if you suffered a loss because of poor practice.

Although the trial environment is hard, it is a safe place after all. As long as there are no extreme situations, monks usually will not die in the trial environment.

"Okay, then I'll take you there."

Ye Zhiqiu sat cross-legged and got ready.

A black light flashed out from the righteous Taoist priest, heading straight for Ye Zhiqiu.

After a sense of space squeezing, a gust of wind with wind and sand followed, blowing towards Ye Zhiqiu's cheek.

Just as Ye Zhiqiu opened his eyes, he staggered and was blown down from the sand dune by the wind. He rolled several times on his face until he fell to the bottom of the sand dune.

The wind was strong, and yellow sand came from all directions.

Ye Zhiqiu hurriedly turned over and stood up. If she was slower, she might be buried by the yellow sand flowing at this moment.

She stood up staggeringly, and the yellow sand hung her eyelashes from time to time to sting her pupils. She frowned and covered her face with her hands so that the sand would not get into her nasal cavity.

Only then did Ye Zhiqiu have the time to raise his head slightly. The sky he saw was neither like daytime—no sun, nor night—no moon and stars, but a dead gray that shrouded the entire sky.

Under the gray sky, there is boundless yellow sand, and a strong wind is blowing.

Overwhelming, loneliness.