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

"Ancient supernatural?" Qin He frowned slightly.

The supernatural is troublesome enough, and now there is an ancient supernatural. The biggest trouble with this thing is that it clearly exists, but you don’t know where to start.

No matter how strong the opponent is, they still have a target, but the supernatural is a mass of unknown things, which makes no sense at all.

"Please follow me, Immortal. We must speed up. The ghosts and ominous signs are everywhere. We should not stay here for long." The old man in white reminded. After that, he quickened his pace and walked towards a cloud of gray fog in front.

The gray fog covered a large area, not only the stairs, but also large areas of the huge sacred mountain were hidden in the gray fog, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Qin He maximized his spiritual sense and stepped into the gray fog step by step.

The gray fog was icy cold, and the bone-chilling chill was much more intense than the bluestone stairs. Once you entered it, your vision was immediately suppressed to only ten steps.

At the same time, all kinds of things began to undergo some incredible changes.

For example, the bluestone slabs under your feet and the mountain on the side began to twist and deform, expanding and contracting, and becoming erratic.

This was not an illusion, but something was really changing. The bluestone steps were getting bigger and smaller. Qin He stepped carefully in the middle to avoid stepping on empty space.

The surrounding rocks are also twisting, like undulating waves.

Even the distance between the old man in white and Qin He was getting closer and farther.

Even Qin He felt that the passage of time had obviously changed.

He took out an hourglass and found that the speed of the sand flow was obviously fast and slow, and the direction swayed left and right.

This surprised Qin He.

Bluestone steps and mountains are the basic rules of the real world. They will not deform unless they break or melt.

Distance is space, hourglass is time.

Everything is distorted.

"My lord, please go faster." The old man in white saw Qin He looking around and turned back to urge him.

Qin He then quickly followed, and the two of them increased their speed.

How long is this road? Qin He completely lost his sense of the passage of time and his sense of space.

It seemed like only the time of a stick of incense had passed, but it also seemed like many years had passed.

The confused feeling made Qin He feel very uncomfortable.

It's like the feeling of suddenly falling from a high altitude, with no support and no direction.

Fortunately, no matter how long or short it is, it will eventually end.

After passing through the gray fog, the bluestone steps came to an end. Above was neither a mountain top nor a cave, but a space with no idea of ​​up, down, left, or right.

There was pitch black above my head, pitch black under my feet, and pitch black in every direction. Even the up, down, left, and right became extremely strange.

how to say.

That is, when Qin He lowered his head, what he saw was not the soles of his feet, but his heels.

Qin He was frightened at the time and reached out to touch it, but found that he touched the back of the head instead of the eyes.

The eyes were still on the face, but the gaze had inexplicably turned to the back.

"My Lord, there is something wrong here, you need to make some adjustments." At this time, the old man in white reminded again.

"How could this happen?" Qin He tried to shake his gaze, open and close his eyes, but found that no matter what he did, his sight was still looking backwards.

Helplessly, he could only turn around, walk backwards in the darkness, and walk towards the old man in white.

Fortunately, his sight was only looking backwards, what if his eyes were on the back of his head?

That's scary.

Looking at the old man in white again, he was standing next to a door of dim light, with his head down and his feet up.

Obviously, not only the front and back are messed up, but the top and bottom are also messed up.

Qin He walked closer and tried a few times, trying to turn himself upside down with his head facing down and his feet facing up, just like the old man in white.

It's strange that when we look at each other straight in the eye, we see each other's shoes.

The old man in white didn't care, the key was Qin He, who had a cloth shoe with his big toe sticking out, which was somewhat embarrassing.

However, Qin He's adjustments were either too much or too little. Sometimes the two of them crossed in a cross shape, sometimes in an X shape, and sometimes they returned to 6-9. In any case, they never faced each other.

"My lord, if you don't look at me and only look at the domain gate, you won't feel confused about up and down." The old man in white reminded again.

Qin He had no choice but to stop and ignore the old man in white as he looked towards the Gate of Glimmering Light. He found that he felt much better, but he still couldn't help asking, "Was it you who rebelled just now, or was it me?"

"There is no front or back here. You have to hurry up." The old man in white urged for the third time.

"Okay." Qin He had no choice but to calm down and lean towards the door of glimmer.

Rather than being a door, it is more like a curtain of light, standing quietly in the darkness.

The light curtain was shrouded in mist, and the outlines of mountains and rivers could be vaguely seen, as well as some pavilions and palaces, which were not clear.

"Is the divine realm behind this?" Qin He asked casually.

"Maybe." said the old man in white.

"Maybe?" Qin He looked down at the old man in white.

"Only gods come and go through this gate. Practitioners like us from the lower realms have never been in or out, so I can't be sure." said the old man in white.

"Has anyone ever entered the divine realm from here?"

"There are those who have tried, but there has never been any record of anyone succeeding in the Domain Gate Palace." The old man in white shook his head and added, "This gate is not a gate."

Qin He nodded and looked at the door of faint light. He saw that the light door was very thin. If he reached out to touch it, he would pass through it directly. Even if he opened his spiritual sense to the maximum, he could not sense its existence.

There was no energy fluctuation, no vital pressure.

Close your eyes and it disappears completely.

Afterwards, Qin He used all his strength, and even tried to use Yuanli bombardment, in an attempt to induce even the slightest reaction from the Gate of Light.

But it's like, it doesn't exist at all.

Even the vibration of space cannot affect it in the slightest.

Qin He didn't know what to do for a moment and had no idea.

The light gate is like a painting without thickness. In scientific terms, it is a "two-dimensional plane", and it is a smooth surface.

Qin He had no way of doing anything about it.

Unless...you turn yourself into a painting, then maybe you can give it a try.

But how can a living person become a painting?

"My lord, it's been a while. We have to leave." The old man in white urged for the fourth time.

"You seem to be in a hurry. Is there any danger here?" Qin He asked.

"My Lord, you can come here again, but we must leave now, otherwise something unforeseen will happen." The old man in white looked at Qin He's feet, his pupils shrinking slightly.

"Is it very extreme?" A chill passed through the back of Qin He's head.

"It's... outrageous."

"How to say?"

The old man in white swallowed his saliva and pointed at Qin He's feet: "Your... toes have come out of your shoes."

"Um?!"

Qin He quickly turned his head and with a glance, he discovered that the toes that had emerged from his shoes had separated from his feet without him noticing when. Not only had they separated, they seemed to be still crawling.

Climb~~

It's crawling on its own!!

Such a strange scene caused Qin He's brain to freeze for three breaths.

After three breaths~~

"Hey... wow!!!" Qin He jumped three feet high.