Chapter 1247 The World in the Mountains, as Light as Smoke

A peak suddenly rose up, rising thousands of miles from the ground, straight into the blue sky, like a pillar in the sky, standing tall and upright.

Logically speaking, even if Wu Yi first came here, he would not be hindered from viewing this majestic and magnificent sacred mountain from thousands of miles away.

However, Wu Yi could not see it until he got close to it. It seemed that there was a layer of barrier around the sacred mountain, and he could not see it unless he entered the mountain.

What was inside and who was the mountain god? Perhaps it could explain the mystery here. Wu Yi hesitated for a moment and then stepped into it.

This side of the world is self-contained. Wu Yi did not find any flaws. He traveled thousands of mountains and rivers and saw many relics, but there were not many clues. In this case, this abrupt and magnificent sacred peak must not be let go.

Wu Yi, who entered the mountain, did not find that as he continued to go deeper into the mountain, the scene behind him became hazy and dreamy, just like a mirage, seemingly real but actually false, and he looked back and everything was still intact, without any problems.

At this moment, the Emperor of Different Time and Space, who used the beads as a springboard to observe the outside world, suddenly opened his eyes. After Wu Yi entered the mountain, he could not find Wu Yi's trace.

In fact, it cannot be said that Wu Yi's trace could not be found. Wu Yi's current state is difficult to describe in words. It seems that he entered the picture in a dream, and it is not considered a separation of soul and body.

If it must be described, it is that Wu Yi seems to have traveled through time and space and returned to the distant past. Everything he saw was real in the past, but now tends to dissolve.

People outside can still see Wu Yi, but they don't know what the "sleeping" Wu Yi saw in the "dream".

"It's a good trick!" The Burning Emperor of Different Time and Space couldn't help but sighed. After a sigh, he didn't forcefully tear up the "dream". Everything went with the flow. If Wu Yi could come out smoothly, that was his chance. If not, that was his fate.

The Burning Emperor of Different Time and Space not only didn't tear up the "dream", on the contrary, he secretly protected Wu Yi and didn't let outsiders disturb Wu Yi.

The luck was flowing, the secrets were evolving. If Wu Yi and Miao Zhen Mojun succeeded in this trip, they would inherit the calamity before the hundred disasters, which would cause greater changes.

The secrets were obscure and intertwined, like a mess, which was impossible to cut and sort out. Few people knew about this trip, but there were still some people who could figure it out. These people had different backgrounds and interests. If they were disturbed by them, the Burning Emperor of Different Time and Space would not be willing.

However, the Burning Emperor of Different Time and Space also understood that the reason why they did not take action at the moment was just because the time had not come yet, and the situation had not really reached that point. If it really reached that point, the powerful in this world would certainly not give up and would definitely stop it.

How could one's own strength resist the power of a world? In the eyes of many powerful people in the upper world, the Burning Emperor of Different Time and Space, a sudden outsider, was actually not much different from the demon like Miaozhen Demon Lord.

When the realm is promoted, the spiritual energy surges, and the upper limit of the cultivator will be raised. However, resources are not enough after all, and it is impossible for everyone to have this blessing to break through.

Even if the realm is promoted, those who really have the opportunity to go to the next step, that is, to achieve the Daluo fruit position, are still those powerful people who are at the last minute. They are not not qualified, but because this world restricts their growth. Once the restrictions of heaven and earth are broken, the breakthrough will come naturally.

Many great powers in the upper realms are not taking action now, not because they are kind and ready to give the opportunity to outsiders like Miaozhen Demon Lord and Different Time and Space Burning Emperor, but because they do not intend to be infected by the calamity and fight against the origin. When the time is right, you will see.

Wu Yi knows nothing about things at this level. Even if it is Different Time and Space Burning Emperor, even if he has achieved the upper realm, he does not know much without entering it. He just vaguely feels the hostility of some local great powers towards him.

However, the benefits of realm promotion are too great. It is not easy to follow Wu Yi into the upper realm. Even he is unwilling to leave easily and is ready to grab a little benefit here, maybe he can achieve a higher position.

Another story is that after Wu Yi entered the sacred mountain, he walked all the way up. Along the way, he saw longevity deer and fairy foxes in the forest, and spiritual birds and black cranes on the trees. Yao grass and exotic flowers never fade, and green pines and cypresses are evergreen. Fairy peaches bear fruit, and bamboos retain clouds. A stream is dense with vines, and the grass on the original embankment on all sides is new.

Strictly speaking, this blessed land can be compared with what Wu Yi saw in the cave of Lingxun Shangxian in the past. If nothing unexpected happens, the owner of this sacred mountain is at least at the Taiyi realm. Wu Yi can only estimate that he has survived until now.

After walking for a long time, Wu Yi heard the sound of a woodcutter singing in front of him. Although he had seen many spiritual beasts along the way, this was the first time humans had seen one. Wu Yi could not help but speed up his pace and approached.

But the woodcutter was wearing a bamboo hat on his head, which was the sheath of a new bamboo shoot. He was wearing a cloth shirt, which was a yarn twisted from cotton. The ring belt around his waist was the silk spit out by old silkworms. He was wearing straw sandals, which were made of bamboo strips twisted from dry sand.

The woodcutter held a pine axe in his hand, singing loudly while chopping trees. The axe was plain and ordinary, but the force exerted by the axe was just ordinary. No matter how old the trees were or how hard they were, they were all chopped down as easily as breaking bamboo.

To outsiders, it seemed as if the wood was not chopped down by the axe, but fell down by itself. Otherwise, how could such a weak chopping stroke have been able to chop down a tree that two people could hug together?

Wu Yi was stunned for a moment when he saw the axe swinging simply. He didn't realize it until the woodcutter's singing faded away. He hurriedly chased after him, but he lost it inexplicably. He lost it right under his nose.

Although the surroundings were densely covered with mountains and forests, the view was wide. He lost it just like that. It was really shameful.

Wu Yi tried to look for it, but to no avail, so he gave up and said to himself: There is no need to force it if we are not destined to meet.

Of course, this is the only explanation. Otherwise, would it be impossible to find a result? Wu Yi still had to continue climbing the mountain.

Along the way, Wu Yi saw the peasant woman sweating and picking mulberry leaves, filling her backpack to the brim. He also saw the young man riding on the back of a cow and herding cattle, playing the flute. The sound of the flute echoed in the mountains and forests, which was pleasant to the ears.

This group of people seemed to be a family. Wu Yi wanted to get in touch with them and ask them about what was going on here. However, of course, they didn't even touch him at all, as if they were playing a trick on him.