Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Every adult beast was on high alert, leaning forward slightly, pawing the ground with their hooves, making a "crackling" sound. They would occasionally let out a low roar, as if they were demonstrating to Yang Qian, or as if they were trying to give themselves courage. As long as Yang Qian made the slightest move, they would charge without hesitation, ready to start a fierce battle to protect their cubs.

Yang Qian remained where he was, his body as steady as a rock. He just stared at the little beast calmly for a few more seconds, and there seemed to be a hint of indifference and doting in his eyes.

Then, Yang Qian said nothing, slowly closed his eyes again, and no longer paid attention to the herd of beasts, as if the troubles in this world had nothing to do with him, and he was immersed in his own world again.

Although the herd of animals saw that Yang Qian had no ill intentions, they still protected the cubs and slowly retreated away.

Soon after, the herd turned around and ran wildly, disappearing behind a high ground.

Yang Qian sat cross-legged quietly by the stream for a long time, as if time had stood still.

Not until the nearby fog was completely dispersed as if by an invisible giant hand did he slowly stand up, emitting a powerful aura from his body. He then flew into the air with an agile figure, like an eagle breaking free from its restraints, and quickly fled into the sky.

"Almost. Most of the consumption has been recovered." Yang Qian glanced around with a smile on his face.

At this moment, Yang Qian's mana and spirit had completely recovered, and he was full of vigor and vitality. He tried to release his mind again, but found that although his mind could leave his body slightly, it was obviously suppressed, as if it was tightly bound by an invisible force. It could only scan a distance of more than 20 miles at most, which made him frown slightly.

"If that's the case! It can only be like this. Whatever, the higher you stand, the farther you can see."

In this case, Yang Qian simply made up his mind and continued to fly higher and higher. His figure became smaller and smaller in the sky, and it seemed like it was about to break through the clouds.

He planned to use the Mingqing Lingmu supernatural power to directly check the situation nearby.

"Let's use the Mingqing spiritual eyes. At least everything within a hundred miles can be clearly captured in the eyes." Yang Qian made a decision quickly, and a gleam of light appeared in his eyes.

When he was thousands of feet high in the sky, the strong wind whistled in his ears, but it could not shake him at all, as if he was walking on flat ground.

Yang Qian's eyes flashed with dazzling blue light, like two bright blue stars, shining brightly, and quickly swept around.

I saw that the ends of the east and west sides were still white, and the white was as thick as the thick fog that could not be dissolved, and it seemed that there would never be an end. Looking closely, it was still a place with piles of rocks, desolate and dead silent; but thirty miles to the south there was a touch of vibrant green, and from a distance there was actually a large mountain range, which was undulating like a sleeping dragon; to the north, a large amount of water spirit was constantly emerging, as if there was a magnificent river or an endless sea there, which looked quite desirable.

The sea
The vast sea surface sparkles under the sunlight, yet exudes a mysterious atmosphere.

"As far as I can remember, he was flying north."

Yang Qian muttered to himself with a thoughtful look on his face. After hesitating for a moment, a flash of light suddenly appeared around him, shining brightly and turning into a purple rainbow, rushing towards the north like a meteor.

boom--

Only the rumbling sound was left echoing at the spot, and Yang Qian's figure had long disappeared.

With Yang Qian's current amazing speed, it would only take a moment to reach this distance.

As a result, my eyes suddenly lit up and there appeared an ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The vast sea was magnificent, but the water was a little strange, appearing a bright blood red color, which made people feel uncomfortable.

On the shore, there are thousands of giant turtles of different sizes, densely distributed. They are resting on the beach, some stretching their limbs lazily, and some retracting their heads into their shells.

Among them, the larger giant turtles are three or four meters in size, like small hills, and the texture on the shells is clearly visible, revealing the vicissitudes of time; the small ones are also several feet in size, and look very cute.

Each one is half buried in the sand, looking lazy and extremely comfortable.

Above the sea, there was a group of strange red birds with long sharp beaks. Their feathers were shining with a strange luster in the sun. They were circling in the air and making bursts of sharp cries.

From time to time, a few strange birds would swoop into the sea like lightning, grab a foot-long sea fish with their sharp beaks or sharp claws, and then throw it high into the sky with all their strength.

Suddenly, the other strange birds swarmed over, like a pack of hungry wolves, and ate up all the sea fish in an instant, leaving only a few pieces of fish scales floating in the air.

Yang Qian looked at all this expressionlessly. Under his calm face, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, as if he wanted to see through the scene before him.

After a while, Yang Qian suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning and remembered something. He looked up into the sky. His movements were so rapid that they brought up a breeze.

There was a gleam of inquiry in his eyes, and that light was like a shooting star across the night sky, bright and eager.

There were still seven scorching suns hanging high in the vast sky. Yang Qian's expression changed and became solemn.

He squinted his eyes and observed the suns carefully, only to see that the light seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist. The light that should have been hot and dazzling now seemed a little soft, and even a faint shadow could be seen at the edge.

"It does seem to be the case. I have always felt that the sun's rays seem to be smaller and dimmer than before, and they look a little blurry."

Yang Qian muttered to himself indifferently, his voice seeming a little ethereal in the empty sky and earth.

This was exactly the same as what was recorded in the original book, making his guess even clearer.

The subtle differences mentioned in those records were now vividly displayed before his eyes. The size of the sun, the intensity of its light, the changes in color, every detail confirmed what was described in the book.

"It seems that the place we were teleported to this time is really far away from the human area, otherwise even the sun in the sky would not have changed like this." There was irrepressible excitement in Yang Qian's voice, and that excitement was like a burning flame, jumping in his eyes.

Even if he didn't reach his expected destination this time, just opening up the anchor map of the Gate of Heaven and Earth was already a huge gain and well worth it.

From now on, he only needs to pass through the Gate of Heaven and Earth to travel back and forth between the two places freely.

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with anticipation and longing.

Thinking this in his mind, Yang Qian's gaze turned downwards, like a flash of lightning, and fell on the turtles below. Under his gaze, the turtles continued to rest quietly, completely unaware that there was a sharp gaze above them examining them.

On this vast beach, in addition to the densely packed turtle groups, there are also a large number of empty turtle shells filling the nearby beach. At a glance, there seem to be thousands of them.

The turtle shells are stacked up layer upon layer, intertwined with each other, and there is no telling how many more are hidden under the sand, as if this beach is a sea of ​​turtle shells.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Yang Qian flipped his palm, and a green tortoise shell about ten feet in size appeared in his hand. He held the tortoise shell in one hand, and with a serious look, he carefully compared it with the tortoise shells in the tortoise group below.

After a moment, a look of surprise appeared on Yang Qian's face.

At first glance, the turtle shell below seems to be very similar to the one in Yang Qian's hand, and it may even be several times larger.

But Yang Qian, with his keen insight, saw the difference at a glance.

Although the tortoise shell in his hand was not very big, each tortoise pattern contained a faint silver light, which was looming, as if it contained some mysterious power. However, the tortoise pattern on the tortoise shell below was just a very ordinary white mark, which looked plain and ordinary.

Yang Qian tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly reached out and grabbed a turtle shell in the air below, and a powerful force burst out instantly.

A two-meter-long turtle shell was pulled by this force and flew straight into the sky.

There was a loud bang, like a thunderclap, and under Yang Qian's casual blow, the tortoise shell could not withstand the powerful force and exploded, turning into countless fine powders that dissipated in the air.

The sudden loud noise was like a bolt of thunder, exploding violently on the beach, causing the originally quiet group of turtles to instantly fall into a violent commotion.

Many giant turtles were frightened, as if suddenly awakened from a deep sleep, and poked their dark heads out one after another. Their round eyes were full of tension and fear, and they all looked up into the sky.

But after a brief observation, they seemed to have determined that Yang Qian posed no substantial threat, so most of them slowly shrank back, and the turtle group returned to calm again.

However, at this moment, a black shadow rushed out from the group of turtles as fast as lightning. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pig demon.

This pig demon was as big as a mountain, covered with a layer of black bristles as hard as steel needles, each bristling upright and flashing a cold light. Its pig head was huge, and when its bloody mouth opened, it revealed fangs as sharp as knives, jagged and covered with disgusting mucus. Its eyes were like a pool of burning blood, red and scary, emitting a crazy and evil light. The wrinkles on its nose were stacked together, like ugly scars. Its ears were like two huge cattail leaves fans, flapping constantly, as if sensing the danger around it.

Obviously, this pig demon was originally lurking among the turtles, waiting for an opportunity to attack the defenseless turtles.

Seeing this scene, Yang Qian seemed to remember the pig demon that had just escaped. His face instantly turned cold and he snorted coldly. His voice was so icy that it seemed to condense the air around him.

Then, he snapped his fingers and a silver arc of electricity shot out instantly. The arc was like a dancing silver snake, carrying the power to destroy everything. It rushed directly into the void and disappeared in an instant.

The next moment, this arc of electricity appeared out of nowhere and hit the pig monster accurately.

In an instant, the pig demon didn't even have time to utter a scream before it was instantly turned into ashes under this powerful force and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The rest of the turtles were so frightened by this horrific scene that they screamed in low voices. The screams were filled with fear and despair, and then they scattered and fled like frightened birds.

Naturally, Yang Qian had no interest in attacking these turtles anymore. He just watched them fleeing in panic with an indifferent expression, his eyes as calm as water, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"It's indeed not one of these ordinary turtle shells! But I remember that this turtle shell should also come from here." Yang Qian ignored the chaos caused by the disappearance of the pig monster below, but muttered to himself.

His voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear on the empty beach.

A purple light flashed, and Yang Qian's figure was like a light petal, slowly falling to the low sky.

At the same time, he closed his eyes and forced his spiritual thoughts out.

His powerful divine sense was like an invisible giant net, instantly covering the area within ten miles nearby.

Yang Qian looked focused and began to look for something carefully. Obviously, there were unknown secrets hidden in this seemingly ordinary area.

"found it!"

After a while, Yang Qian suddenly opened his eyes with a gleam of light, and his eyes were like two lightning bolts piercing the darkness. His figure suddenly turned into a purple rainbow, shooting out at an astonishing speed, circling the vast beach like a whirlwind for several circles before returning.

But at this moment, three more huge turtle shells appeared around Yang Qian's body, floating quietly behind him.

One turtle shell is four or five meters in size, as majestic as a small mountain; one is about ten meters in size, of moderate size but also exuding an extraordinary aura; the last one is only a few feet in size, appearing small and exquisite.

The tortoise patterns on these three tortoise shells are all silver, but the intensity of the color varies slightly.

The tortoise shell has patterns that sparkle like pure silver, so bright and dazzling that it is impossible to look directly at it.

The one that was about ten feet in size was exactly the same as the tortoise shell in Yang Qian's hand in terms of the color of the tortoise pattern, both of which had a faint silver glow.

As for the largest turtle shell, it only contained a hint of light silver, which was barely visible in the sunlight.

These three tortoise shells were buried deep underground in the nearby beach. If Yang Qian did not have the divine sense that could penetrate directly down and penetrate through the layers of sand and keenly capture that unique breath, he would probably not be able to find these three deeply hidden treasures.

Yang Qian paused, and his figure stopped steadily in mid-air. He looked calm, touched his chin, and thought deeply about something, then he backhandedly attacked a few turtle shells.

Suddenly.

A whistling sound was heard, and a strong wind suddenly rose. The three turtle shells flew quickly to his front as if they had spirits, lined up side by side, and slowly rotated and floated. (End of this chapter)