This endless world

Yang Yun had a very strange feeling.

He felt that after holding Xena's hand, his whole soul seemed to float out of his body and rise upward... It was not upward in the physical sense, but some kind of higher level, similar to ascending. The feeling of dimension or time travel, and this feeling reflected in his mind was a half-dream and half-awake state, just like the dreaming state of the Lord God when he was teleporting.

This feeling is actually quite strange, because after Yang Yun unlocked the fourth-level advanced gene lock - or to be more precise, mastered the realm of the fourth-level gene lock, he rarely experienced the teleportation of the main god. The feeling of half-dream and half-awake was replaced by the pain of Lingchi, which completely shattered the whole body and then reorganized.

Therefore, it is a novel experience for Yang Yun to experience this long-lost feeling of being half asleep and half awake. Anyway, he only needs to wait for the end of the teleportation and open his eyes to reach the destination...

——Wait, something seems wrong!

Suddenly, Yang Yun recalled everything before. The moment he held Xue Na's left hand, he could still clearly feel the palms of everyone in the Zhongzhou team attached to his body, especially Zhao Yingkong's delicate hand that tightly clasped the five fingers of his left hand - but now, the feeling of all this , all disappeared into nothingness, and he didn’t even know when it all happened!

There's definitely something wrong, there's definitely something wrong.

Jianmu's brilliance rose in a state where Yang Yun didn't know whether it was a body, a soul, or a true spirit. At this moment, the comfortable half-dream turned into a familiar pain, taking him upward with it. The speed of going suddenly accelerated, just like a hot air balloon turning into a space rocket!

——I can't passively follow the crowd like this.

The moment this thought arose, Yang Yun opened his eyes and took a step towards the front - the "front" that was not "above".

The sound of wind sounded under his feet, and with the corresponding movements, his body, his consciousness, and his spirit and soul were all constructed under the drive of will. As a result, the captain of the Zhongzhou team had a complete form, standing on In the void, the corresponding appearance of the world reappeared.

Yang Yun shook his head. He felt as if his mind was filled with wind, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart. At that moment, it seemed to him that he had gone through a long river of endless years, and it also seemed that he was just taking a simple step forward... until clear thinking and calm judgment filled his limbs and bones again, Yang Yun Only then did I truly realize the situation I was in.

He was in the middle of an endless military formation.

To be precise, Yang Yun is in the midst of countless cultivators in a military formation... and if we talk about it in more detail, it is his body, and another person holding a sword, who is looking at a certain direction with concentration. Almost half of the cultivators overlapped.

But even in such a "horrifying" scene, neither Yang Yun nor the "overlapping" cultivator felt anything at all, and they didn't even feel any touch. It was as if the two of them were overlapping at the moment. But they are in completely different dimensions.

——What's going on? A more advanced pensieve?

Yang Yun shook his head and finally remembered what he was doing before. Although he was very confused about where Zheng Zha and others had gone, he took the first step and pulled his body out from the waist of another cultivator. At the same time, he realized that he seemed to be in Xue Na's memory... after all, it was normal. Next, is there such a modeling overlap similar to a bug in the game? Only magic props such as pensieves can do this kind of thing.

——But, can the pensieve achieve such a perfect reproduction?

Yang Yun looked around, wondering about the energy surging around him, as well as countless powerful spiritual consciousnesses. To be fair, the energy in the space is unprecedented. Even the Legend of Sword and Fairy planes are not as numerous as here, and the number of strong people is beyond imagination. It is not inferior to the spiritual consciousness of ordinary cultivators in the Yuanshen stage...

Compared to the pensieve, it seemed more similar to the illusion of cultivation created by Chu Xuan for Zheng Zha - Yang Yun clenched his fists, thinking this, and he quickly noticed that the eyes of these cultivators seemed to be staring at one place. , is also the center of the encirclement. There seems to be a silver-haired woman there, pulling a little girl with silver hair to look around cautiously...

"Alsace? Xena?"

At this moment, Yang Yun finally couldn't help but speak out. At the same time, a big stone fell to the ground in my heart. No matter what, this is Xue Na’s memory after all—

——Until his voice attracted the attention of countless cultivators.

The moment Yang Yun spoke, his body solidified from emptiness to reality, like Schrödinger's cat, turning into "reality" observed by the outside world, attracting the incomparable gazes of cultivators wearing uniform uniforms in front, left, and right. A look of astonishment. After a brief period of astonishment, these cultivators uniformly looked at the Lord's Watch on Yang Yun's right wrist——

"Member of the Samsara Team!!!"

"kill!!!"

--Grass!

Jianmu's shadow instantly condensed into reality, catching all the countless spells, magic weapons, flying swords and runes. However, these attacks came too fast and fierce, causing Jianmu's glory to tremble, and the energy in Yang Yun's body surged.

But compared to the energy disorder that can be restored by a little operation of the immortal power, what shocked Yang Yun more was the strength of these attacks - each move had a power close to that of an immortal-level cultivator or above, and the castration was even more merciless. Even the methods and details of these attacks were very different. It was as if at this moment he returned to the battlefield in his dream and was in reality, and there were really so many cultivators attacking him!

- No, something is wrong. If the function of the meditation basin is not so real, it will not even simulate the external attacks and all the conditions of my current body. Compared with the meditation basin in the Harry Potter world, this feels more like the unique spell of the Nuwa clan in the Legend of Sword and Fairy world, the Soul Returning Fairy Dream... Soul Returning Fairy Dream! ?

Xue Na, the Three-Eyed Clan, Kunlun, and the key to the Tower of Babel that Pei Jiao had mentioned...

Suddenly, countless clues seemed to converge into a line, and a nearly impossible idea emerged in Yang Yun's mind, even making him exclaim uncontrollably: "Fuck, could it be..."

"Time Corridor?!" (End of this chapter)