Heavenly practice

There is a pure white world in front of you, and it is also a world of ice and snow from a distance. The mountains, the giant trees and Qiongzhi, the birds flying into the sky, everything is covered in snow and ice.

There are ten thousand zhang ice blades under the feet, and the pine branches above the head are winding and circling, forming a quiet world.

Shen Zhuo shrunk his bare toes, and there was also a piece of crystal clear snow under his feet, but he couldn't feel the cold.

It was a feeling like a dream but not a dream. He vaguely knew that he was dreaming, but he also felt that he knew this place, but it was just ignored, and there was a force somewhere reminding him.

When he opened his eyes, his vision was much clearer, and the headache that had always existed was also much better. Shen Zhuo touched his forehead and heaved a sigh of relief, the fever finally subsided.

In view of the fact that the day and night do not change here, the four seasons do not distinguish, and the only plant around him is always blooming, so when he woke up, his body was covered with a layer of Liumeng tree petals, and Shen Zhuo began to wonder if he would be buried alive if he did not wake up again.

Putting on the robe, he reached out and drew a circle in the air, and the water mirror appeared and disappeared.

Shen Zhuo is not disappointed either, in short it is good to be recovering.

"anyone there?"

He yelled at the vast and churning sea of ​​clouds, but no one answered.

"What a broken world, there is not even an echo..."

Shen Zhuo muttered and suddenly thought of something, he stepped on the jade steps next to him and looked around.

The blue sky and white clouds are shrouded in mist, Santu Peak is at the foot, Liumeng Tree is behind, looking up is the Nine Palaces, and looking down is the endless heavenly steps.

After thinking for a while, he lifted the corner of his robe, climbed up the nine-fold palace along the heavenly steps, and stood in front of the door, knocking on the door.

"Hello?"

Silent.

Shen Zhuo didn't expect anyone to respond, and walked in directly.

The first floor of the Jiuzhong Palace is spacious and spacious, but there are only two rooms, a bench outside and a cold jade bed inside, Shen Zhuo saw no one outside, so he went inside, but there was still no one.

"Master Changming—"

He raised his head and yelled, he didn't bother to pretend now.

As a result, as soon as he finished shouting, a figure appeared in front of him, his face was still expressionless, but Shen Zhuo actually saw such a trace of impatience, so he felt a little strange joy in his heart.

"The so-called visitor is a visitor..."

"..."

The other party showed no expression, Shen Zhuo coughed and continued, "I'm here as a guest for the first time, as the host, you should show me around to see the scenery."

The demigod looked down at him with a cold "you're kidding" expression on his face.

"……All right."

Shen Zhuo showed helplessness, and said with a smile, "In that case, can you lend me a black bird and let me wander around?"

The man looked at him with dark eyes and said nothing, so Shen Zhuo could only continue to say, "Now I am no different from ordinary people, even worse than ordinary people, you don't have to guard against me."

However, the man opposite looked at him for a while, and suddenly asked, "...what is an air conditioner?"

"What is empty..."

Shen Zhuo's face froze, and he said with a dry smile, "...where did you hear that?"

The demigod looked at him without blinking, and when Shen Zhuo was about to break out in cold sweat, the other party suddenly disappeared again.

Shen Zhuo took a deep breath, feeling terrified in his heart, could it be that Chang Ming sneaked into his dream after he fell ill?

He didn't have time to think about it. When he walked out of the empty hall, he heard a familiar bird song in the distance. The legendary huge creature spread its huge wings and flew towards him. The wind brought by the wings blew away the clouds. Gathered at the side again.

Shen Zhuofei stepped on the back of the black bird, patted its feathers, "Go."

Xuanniao sang a bird song, spread its wings and flew forward.

The wind blows the long hair of the robe, Shen Zhuo brushes away the black hair in front of his eyes, and looks at the sun in the distance that has never set in the west, misty clouds and mists are constantly passing by in front of his eyes, Shen Zhuo's fingertips are wrapped around the smooth feathers of the black bird , His eyes were stained with a thick dark color.

And behind him on the Nine Layers Palace, a handsome man in a black robe stood in the air, his silver hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and his eyes without any emotion looked at the flying black bird lightly.

This gaze was very straightforward, but Shen Zhuo, who was on top of the mysterious bird, didn't notice it at all. At this moment, all his body and mind were focused on the excitement of exploring this cloudy and foggy environment.

There are several great fairy-level existences in "Xiantu Era", the most irreproducible of which is the small world of cloud, sky and fog created by the demigod Changming. Even after the protagonist Feixian, he can't create such a beautiful small world.

Undoubtedly, the cloud, sky and fog realm is controlled by Chang Ming, because he is the master who created this place, and it can be deduced by the same token, as Shen Zhuo, the heavenly way of creation, can he control this world?

So he wants to give it a try, starting from the core of the cloud and fog environment.

However, after I don't know how long...

Shen Zhuo stared blankly at the completely copied and pasted scenery in front of him, and began to wonder if he had transmigrated into an online game called Cultivation of Immortals.

He was wrong, the existence of the Yuntianwu Realm is not irreproducible, but... all f*** is a copy!

Shen Zhuo even doubted that when the man created this world, he only made a draft to make the central part, and then used Ctrl+c for other places...

"Baby, where are we now?" He patted the black bird under his buttocks.

Xuanniao called, full of innocence and ignorance.

Shen Zhuo began to despair, he simply spread his hands and feet and fell back on Xuanniao's back.

"It should be that the celestial beings were intoxicated and smashed the white clouds into pieces, so they can fly wherever they want, whatever they fly..."

As he spoke, he looked at the blue sky above his head, and from time to time, a cloud of mist drifted over, covering his sight, and Shen Zhuo smiled happily again inexplicably.

The black bird soaring in the sky seemed to be infected with his joy, and then called out cheerfully, and the clear bird song echoed in this quiet world.

Chang Ming on the Nine Layers Palace saw this scene from the water mirror——

The handsome young man was lying on the pure white black bird without any posture, his long black hair was scattered behind him, his black robe was half untied, revealing a large ivory white chest and delicate collarbone, his eyes were half closed, and the corners of his mouth were hooked. With a lazy smile, looming in the misty clouds and mist, he is as comfortable as a fairy.

The chaotic thoughts that suddenly surged up on his chest made Chang Ming raise his hand to scatter the water mirror in front of him, turned around and flew back to the Nine Layers Palace.

And the moment he walked in, Shen Zhuo, who was floating on the edge of the cloudy sky and foggy environment, found that he seemed to have drifted into an incredible place unintentionally.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

He repeatedly patted Xuanniao's back to make it stop. Xuanniao was flying vigorously, but he didn't react for a while, and stopped all of a sudden. Shen Zhuo was thrown forward by inertia.

"Bah ah..."

Spitting out the feathers in his mouth, Shen Zhuo slowly got up and sat down, looking at the scenery in front of him that seemed to have changed the world, he couldn't help admiring.

As if the universe is upside down in the mortal world, the colorful black is like an eternal river of time and space, covering the whole world, and the stars in the sky are floating in front of you like that, like a vast sea, with a purple moon hanging above your head. Fascinating yet holy.

And in such a sea of ​​stars, a huge white bird spread its wings and floated among the stars, and Shen Zhuo stood on it, holding a twinkling star in his palm.

The sky is turned upside down, and the stars are in the palm of your hand.

There is no doubt that this is the most beautiful scenery he has seen since he stepped into "The Immortal Era".

Shen Zhuo recognized it, this is the place he conceived exhaustively, the place where the demigod Changming was born - Sea of ​​Stars.

A plot appeared in his mind, Shen Zhuo suddenly raised his head to look at the bright moon, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

There is no moon in the sea of ​​stars, but there is such a place in the sky and fog, where an important person is imprisoned.