After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

"Whoo~"

Qin He sat up suddenly, and in his open eyes, countless scenes flashed through his pupils quickly like a projection.

Above the blue sky and below the underworld, there is blood, fairy light, endless darkness, holy light, roc soaring into the sky, fish swimming in the shallows, humans, animals, ghosts, gods, sacredness and evil intertwined, humanity and animality entangled, excitement, fear, greed, stars flowing, years like a river... It seems endless.

They seem like reality and illusion, and also like a shadow play that turns over quickly.

That is a "lifetime" of endless existence, with a glimpse of all the heavens and worlds.

Qin He slowly closed his eyes and groaned in pain. After more than ten breaths, he opened his eyes again, his gaze slightly sharp and deep, and returned to normal.

"It's a nightmare."

Qin He wiped his forehead, and the fine beads of sweat were blown by the cold wind, turning into ice chips that fell down.

After taking a few deep breaths, Qin He gradually calmed the nightmare in his heart. He reached into his clothes and a broken blade appeared in his hand.

It has been a long time since he came to Sin City. Whenever Qin He was a little dazed, he would take out this broken blade.

Use it to remind yourself that everything you have experienced is not a dream.

The Chaos Shovel was broken into pieces. It had become a divine weapon, but it was still broken, embedded in his shoulder blade, and brought to this world.

Qin He couldn't tell whether what was happening in the nightmare was real or some emotions deep in his heart were magnified.

Among the illusions, there is the art of nightmare. Qin He has mastered its essence. Generally speaking, it seems like an illusion or reality, half true and half false.

Maybe it was a breakthrough in physical training that touched upon something.

But at this moment, Qin He felt a little more urgent. It was nothing more than intuition.

If you follow the routine, you are likely to miss something, so you have to hurry up.

In fact, Qin He's progress has been very fast. It has only been a few months since he came to Sin City. From being unable to get out of the ground at the beginning to being invincible under the Divine Bridge and even able to fight on the Divine Bridge, he has reached the point where he can fight on it.

It's already unbelievably fast.

For ordinary cultivators, it may take more than several months to recover from injuries, let alone recover to the point where they can fight on the God of War Bridge.

But the people of Qinhe felt that it was not enough. It was nothing more than the sense of urgency in their hearts.

He became a little eager for the answer, and someone from the Divine Court came, a divine messenger.

If we could pry open his mouth, we would definitely know something. The problem is that the messenger of God is a powerful person in the other shore realm and is surrounded by a strong guard.

More importantly, if the messenger of God encounters an accident, the Divine Court will definitely respond.

This is even more dangerous.

This road is very close, but it is blocked.

Qin He's fingertips gently stroked the sharp edge of the broken blade, the cold feeling spreading from his fingertips to his heart. He walked to the front of the cave, and through the hanging vines, he looked at the dim lanterns of Black Stone Town swaying in the cold wind, his heart flickering.

By this time, the sky in the east was already turning pale, and there was a short day before the wilderness of Sin City ushered in the polar night.

Qin He put the broken blade into the purple gold bowl and sat in meditation again to calm himself down. He did not leave the cave until dawn, and then turned back to Black Stone Town.

Calculating the date, Da Ya Jin and the others should be here soon. Although Da Ya Jin is sometimes a bit of a jerk, he is very trustworthy when things really get serious.

Even if something unexpected happens, they will definitely send someone to look for me, and they will not be disappointed.

Qin He pondered for a moment and walked straight to Zuixianlou in the center of the town. That kind of place is suitable for finding people no matter where it is.