While appreciating, comforting, and feeling, Wang Fan thought of it and came to Lingqing and Lingyuan. Lingqing and Lingyuan stood at the highest peak of Muyuan Island, nearly 100,000 meters high and nearly 10,000 meters thick. Standing next to Lingqing and Lingyuan, Wang Fan could feel Lingqing, Lingyuan's dependence and trust. Countless large and small black woods were piled up in Lingqing. Around Lingyuan, each piece of black wood was wrapped around at least two roots, and dozens of roots were wrapped around it. Some inexplicable energy overflowed from the black wood. In Wang Fan's spiritual sense, Lingqing and Lingyuan were slowly getting bigger, thicker, stronger and more agile at the speed that could be discovered. The natal Taoist fruit hanging on Lingyuan was also slowly becoming solid, smooth and round.

As he watched, under the subconscious action, Wang Fan stretched out a finger and gently stroked one of the roots of Lingqing. A trace of lilac energy immediately passed into Wang Fan's fingers and injected into Wang Fan's dantian along the route of his arm. The Qingmu Original Spirit Liquid, which filled the Dantian, naturally accepted this light purple energy and slowly rotated around the light purple energy, giving people a kind of green green wood origin spiritual liquid to please and curry favor with this light purple energy, giving people a kind of lilac energy that is the king of Qingmu Original Kings, the emperor of the emperor,

Some Aoki Original Spirit Liquid is willing to serve, serve, and follow them. After the three cycles of operation, the lilac energy is increasing, and it seems that it is also more and more like the environment of Wang Fan's Dantian. It slowly merges into the green Aoki Original Spirit Liquid. The rotation speed of the spiritual liquid in Wang Fan's dantian also slowly accelerates, making it more and more agile and pure. A kind of comfort, a kind of comfort, a kind of refreshing feeling begins to permeate Wang Fan's whole body. Wang Fan seems to have returned to his mother's warm embrace, back to his warm home, and back to the quiet harbor...

After a long time, Wang Fan felt that he gradually became smaller, smaller, smaller, and lost his body, flesh and blood, bones, only soul, energy and spirit, and a small seed, a small seed that followed countless seeds in the wind, floating in the vast void, floating in the boundless ocean, floating in the vast desert... I don’t know how long I have been flying, how far I have been flying, how high I have been flying, where I have been flying, and when I have been flying.

Along the way, I saw: some small seeds around me were eaten by birds; some small seeds around me were blown away by the wind; some small seeds around me fell into the sea and were swallowed by small fish; some small seeds around me fell into the volcano and were burned; some small seeds around me fell into the desert and were evaporated; some small seeds around me fell into the ground and took root and sprouted, but were trampled by people, even when they grew up, they were uprooted or cut off by people, steamed and cooked, and swallowed; some small seeds around me turned into birds, but were culled by hunters; some small seeds around me turned into small fish, but were swallowed by big fish; some small seeds turned into kirins, spitting fire, but were tamed and lost their freedom; some small seeds turned into

In a strong wind, but when encountering a cliff, or when encountering a stone wall, it either detours or stops without a trace; some small seeds turn into hunters, but are trapped by birth, old age, sickness, death, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea; some small seeds turn into huge rocks, but have no thoughts, no taste; some small seeds turn into swords, bloody winds, and eventually break; some small seeds turn into Kunpeng, soaring up to 90,000 miles, but cannot fly out of the infinite void and cannot escape the constraints of the universe; some small seeds turn into endless seas, tolerating everything, but cannot do anything, witnessing the sorrow of time; some small seeds turn into soil, nourishing creatures, but lose themselves...
Chapter completed!