Here is nothingness of everything.

Boom!

Suddenly, a ray of lightning flashed.

At the most central point, a small flame suddenly spread.

Although this flame is weak, it emits the light of the heart from the many airflows and constantly shines through the surroundings.

At the same time, with thinking, the first thought also appeared.

"I!"

"What is me?"

"who I am?"

...

As I kept thinking, many thoughts emerged, like fuel, making the flames grow stronger and wider, and the range of the light shining in my heart became wider.

In the end, I don’t know how long it took, the flame trembled and understood everything: “I am Fang Yuan!”

Boom!

The entire void shook, as if it was enlightened, and the flames directly turned into human form, which was exactly the appearance of the young man Fang Yuan.

"I actually encountered the loss of my own self, the question of the inner demon! It seems that the dream master's cultivation was deprived of this time, and he was really seriously injured... Is this my sea of ​​consciousness? It's impossible, I am still a true saint at least, and I am not so hurt..."

But this space gives Fang Yuan an extremely familiar feeling.

He calmed down and looked carefully. He saw that there were holes floating on the ground one by one, like a broken house with air leakage on all sides.

Moreover, this broken house is still very unreliable. Outside, more chaos torrents swept through, constantly invading, almost completely assimilating the place.

"A feeling of becoming more and more familiar!"

Fang Yuan took two steps and suddenly kicked something under his feet.

He leaned over and picked it up and found that it was a long rust iron rod, covered with dense copper rust and iron burrs. I don’t know how many years of vicissitudes have passed.

"This is...Mountain Sword?!"

Fang Yuan looked at the strip, but was shocked: "This...is my real dream!!!"

He was not surprised that this dream was ruined like this, but that this real dream could still exist!

"impossible!"

Fang Yuan gritted his teeth: "The inner demon world has taken away the way of dream masters. The real dream after the Void Saint is the foundation of reality, and it is also the seed of the future blessed land and cave heaven! Even the saints cannot keep it!"

"unless……"

His expression changed and he began to explore again.

The real dream at this time has declined to the extreme, with a range of less than three feet.

The original Eight Gate Sword Formation naturally disappeared without a trace, but Fang Yuan found several other rusted long swords. At this time, they were no spiritual at all, and it seemed that they were about to break with one touch, which was a terrible sight.

"This is really my dream. Even at this point, it can still exist!"
Chapter completed!