I became a passerby in the book, and I became a god

This person was Mu Qingyu, who was wearing a golden half mask.

The outfit he was wearing at this moment was exactly the same as the one he had worn when he bumped into Yu Qiuyi. It was the same golden half-mask and a set of black tights, but he was no longer wearing the torn black clothes, and his body was not injured.

Mu Qingyu looked in the direction Bai Xiaoman left, a complex look flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He did not stay here, and quickly flew in the direction Bai Xiaoman left.

As for Yu Qiuyi, perhaps other people got the news and were afraid that the opportunity would be taken by others, so they rushed to the White Palace. They didn't meet anyone along the way.

After two days of travel, Yu Qiuyi finally saw the white palace they were talking about from afar.

It was a white palace that looked magnificent and gorgeous even from a distance.

Yu Qiuyi was still marveling at the magnificence of the white palace when suddenly the ground shook and a loud "boom" was heard.

And that "boom" sound came from the white palace.

Yu Qiuyi, Mo Zihan and the other two looked at each other and said in unison: "The White Palace is open."

Since the white palace had appeared for almost half a month and had not been opened, and although Yu Qiuyi had established her foundation, she not only did not have a flying sword, but also did not have the sword-controlling techniques, so the group had to walk all the way here.

Now that the White Palace has been opened, we naturally can't rush on this journey anymore.

So Mo Zihan directly pulled Yu Qiuyi up and jumped onto his flying sword. After Yu Qiuyi held him tightly, he and Li Mingxuan and Huang Yue quickly flew towards the white palace on the sword.

This was Yu Qiuyi's second time riding a flying sword. Since she was carried by Cheng Mingyuan the first time, her three souls failed to catch up with her seven spirits. Yu Qiuyi was still quite panicked this time, so she didn't care about the differences between men and women and held Mo Zihan's arms tightly with both hands.

Mo Zihan might have sensed Yu Qiuyi's panic. Although he was also traveling at full speed, he carefully put a layer of protective shield on her and wielded the sword very steadily, making Yu Qiuyi feel like she was riding a high-speed train.

Soon, Li Mingxuan, Huang Yue, and Mo Zihan, who was bringing Yu Qiuyi with him, all stopped ten feet away from the gate of the white palace.

Mo Zihan told Yu Qiuyi that when the flying sword flew here it was like it encountered a barrier and could not fly any further, so they still had to go in.

When he arrived, Yu Qiuyi discovered that the palace was really big. If it weren't for the fact that it was completely covered with a roof, Yu Qiuyi would rather call it a city.

At this time, there are still many people who have not entered the white palace.

I don’t know how many monks this secret realm has attracted. There are at least 500 monks who have not entered yet. In front of this palace, these people seem so small.

No monk was stupid enough to fight in front of such a huge palace. All those present rushed into the palace, fearing that if they were a second late, the opportunity would be snatched away by others.

Yu Qiuyi, Mo Zihan and the other two also walked quickly into the white palace.

After entering the white palace, Yu Qiuyi found that Mo Zihan and the other two were gone. She was the only one here. Although the palace looked pure white on the outside, there was not a single thing that was white here.

Yu Qiuyi looked at the long black corridor in front of him. The fence of this corridor was not made of wood like the ones Yu Qiuyi had seen before, but was made up of thick black iron chains wrapped around black pillars with unknown carvings on them.

There is no end to this corridor at a glance. Every five meters there is a red lantern emitting faint light. The ceiling above is also low, giving a sense of oppression, making the whole space look so eerie and strange.

Yu Qiuyi couldn't help but shiver. She walked quickly along the corridor, wanting to leave this strange corridor.

But with every step she took, she could feel an inexplicable tense atmosphere, and her footsteps echoed in the silence. Yu Qiuyi seemed to be able to hear her own heartbeat. She had come to the world of immortal cultivation. Would the things that she was afraid of in her previous life attack her here?

Yu Qiuyi walked for a quarter of an hour, and the surrounding environment was still the same.

There was no Yin energy here for her to practice like on that island. Here, there was only eerie silence, but no Yin energy. Faced with such an environment, Yu Qiuyi didn't know how to break the impasse.

Yu Qiuyi could only keep moving forward.

After walking for one, two, and three days, there was still no clue, and the scene here did not change at all.

But Yu Qiuyi discovered a problem. For three days, she, an early stage foundation building cultivator who could not practice fasting, did not feel hungry at all. This was very wrong.

Can we assume that she is dreaming, or that her soul is undergoing some test here?

Even if this is true, then what is the key to breaking the impasse? Whether it is a dream or a soul, if it is not released as soon as possible, the physical body will perish sooner or later.

So Yu Qiuyi could only continue to look for a breakthrough, and this time after she left, something started to feel wrong, as if something bad was following her from behind.

Yu Qiuyi's heart trembled. She kept telling herself that she was already a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage and she now possessed supernatural powers.

After calming herself down, Yu Qiuyi gathered strength in her hands, turned around, and slapped the strength in her hands towards the place where she felt something was wrong, but there was nothing there.

Just when Yu Qiuyi was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly felt several cold hands touching her shoulders.

Yu Qiuyi's pupils dilated, and she glanced secretly towards the place where she felt the coldness, and saw a white severed hand holding her shoulder.

Yu Qiuyi was really scared. She let out an "Ah" and a force came out from her body, instantly shaking away the broken hands that were climbing on her body.

After those broken hands were shaken away by her, they instantly turned into a black mist, but soon condensed again and stuck to Yu Qiuyi again.

Yu Qiuyi really wanted to curse. Who could tell her what was going on? She was clearly in the world of immortal cultivation, so why did she have to experience things in the spiritual world?

She shook off the broken hands again and again, but no matter how fast Yu Qiuyi ran after shaking off the broken hands, those broken hands would soon stick to her again.

And those severed hands didn't do anything else but kept grabbing at her.

After a few days, Yu Qiuyi no longer ran away. She had been beaten so many times, and those broken hands did not hurt her, so she was no longer as scared as she was when they first happened.

Looking at those severed hands that constantly brought a cold touch to her body, Yu Qiuyi suddenly said, "What the hell are you? Either leave on your own, or I will refine you."