Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Unbeknownst to him, he was infected by an invisible force and drawn into the sorrowful memories.

I reached out and touched the teardrop on my cheek; it felt so real.

The dregs even had a slightly salty taste when they reached the corners of my mouth.

This power is not a real existence like true essence, but rather an invisible force of rules that directly touches the softest part of a person's heart.

He was secretly shocked.

It seems that the artist's level of skill must be very high.

It is at least a formless realm.

He hastily wiped away the tears from the corners of his mouth and the tear stains on his cheeks, then hurriedly turned and ran away from the location of the painting hall.

Once outside, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, then glanced back with a hint of fear at the seemingly ordinary painted hall.

Let's get out of here as soon as possible.

He already had a vague idea of ​​the identity of the person in the painting.

It's probably pretty close to the truth.

It seems that the owner of this palace must be someone of extraordinary status.

Or perhaps, this palace once belonged to that woman.

If that's really the case, then everything makes sense.

After all, it's not surprising that someone who was once the most powerful person in the world could build such a magnificent palace.

It's so much better if this is still mine...

Even if you dig out a little bit of wood every day and sell it, it can be worth a fortune, enough to squander for decades.

The life of the so-called "second-generation rich" is something most people will never understand in their lifetime.

After returning to the gate by the same route, I whistled, and soon the old turtle reappeared on the surface of the water.

This time, however, the old tortoise had two long spears on its back.

One of them was gleaming gold and quite sharp, its entire body shimmering with a golden light.

The other spear is green.

He immediately noticed the difference: the two were of metal and wood attributes, respectively.

"Young man, this is a gift for you. Please accept it. We'll meet again in the future."

The old tortoise's slightly gentle voice carried a hint of unfathomable profundity.

It's stupid not to take the benefits.

"Then thank you very much, Prime Minister Turtle."

"I am just an old man who has lived a long time, not a prime minister."

It is truly remarkable that you have already reached the Cloud Soaring Realm at such a young age.

If one diligently cultivates oneself, one might become the next number one in the world.

"Thank you, senior, for the tip."

Fan Zui held the two spears in his hands and examined them carefully.

He was slightly surprised by the meticulousness of the person behind the scenes and their pervasive intelligence.

His talent for cultivation is unknown even to Madam Liao, yet the person who gave it to him seems to know everything.

This is to help him collect spears of various attributes and fuse them into one.

This person is definitely not simple!

He still doesn't know who the other person is.

But it certainly wasn't that godfather I haven't seen in so long.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be wrong to give it to him in person; why go through the trouble of having the old turtle give it to him?

Both of these spears were of the same level as his Ice Flame Spear.

They are all mid-level spiritual treasures.

That's a really big investment.

However, compared to the extravagance of this palace, it seems nothing at all.

He immediately put both magical treasures into his spatial ring.

Suddenly, I became a little curious: if both of these types of spears were fused into the Ice Flame Spear, could the spear be upgraded to a Chaos Spiritual Treasure?

The frigid, bone-chilling waves receded to both sides, and the misty, grand hall gradually became more distant.

Standing beside the stone tablet that had been cleaved in two by a single sword strike, gazing at the sword intent emanating from it, he suddenly recalled once again the figures of women depicted in the paintings within the painting hall.

Chapter 87 [Truth or Falsehood Hard to Distinguish]

After delivering him to the other side, the old tortoise, whose lifespan was unknown and who carried a mysterious broken stele, disappeared into the biting cold current.

Before long, Fan Zui was surprised to find that the magnificent palace in front of him had also disappeared.

Looking closely, all that could be seen was a simple, ordinary hill covered with wild grass and wildflowers.

There is no palace that is so magnificent as to be the most beautiful in the world.

Looking more closely at the stream beneath my feet, which seemed even more real, it was clearly a tiny stream that even a small child could safely and boldly fish and catch crabs in.

He only needs to take one small step to jump from this side to the other.

In order to find out for sure and confirm the authenticity of what he saw with his own eyes, he wrapped his whole body in true essence and activated the rare intensity of the Radiant Sun Realm body tempering.

With a light push from his feet, he leaped up and successfully cleared the gap.

I originally thought that all of this was just some kind of illusion concealing everything.

However, when he landed and actually stepped on the grass, and even bent down to pull up a small clump of weeds, he was completely dumbfounded.

Looking around blankly, yet unsure how to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Everything he had experienced before this felt like a dream.

This is really just an ordinary, desolate hill in the suburbs, nothing more.

There was nothing else that was abnormal or different.

He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, then waded back through the stream.

The stream was very shallow; the water was only about ankle-deep.

The water temperature was ice-cold, very realistic, without a trace of artificiality.

Even as he lifted his foot to leave, he was bitten by a crab that had become a plague, and his foot followed him onto land.

The little crab, seemingly feeling as if it had bitten into a steel plate, quickly turned sideways and ran back into the shadow of the rotting grass.

Looking at the reality before him, Fan Zui wondered to himself if he had just experienced a seemingly realistic but ultimately unreal dream.

He quickly inserted his divine sense into the spatial ring and stirred it around.

The next moment, two spears of different colors and with different attributes appeared in his hands.

This is true!

But then I looked around at everything.

Who can tell him what is real and what is illusion?

Suddenly, I had a feeling of being trapped in a maze.

In his previous life, he had a similar experience. He was walking at night but got lost and disappeared. Later, a beautiful woman took him in for the night. When he woke up, he found himself sleeping soundly on a grave.

Only after carefully reading the inscription did I realize that the woman lying inside was a pitiful young woman who died tragically in her prime.

After putting the two metal and wood attribute spears back into his spatial ring, he took one last look at the desolate wilderness around him, sighed helplessly, and turned to walk towards the carriage.

At that moment, Ju Zi was looking around, searching for his figure.

She clearly breathed a heavy sigh of relief when she saw him appear.

"Young master, you've finally come out safe and sound. I just discovered that the magnificent palace vanished in an instant."

"You saw that palace too?"

Upon hearing her say this, Fan Zui's heart suddenly skipped a beat, realizing that he was not in a fantasy world, but had actually experienced a genuine day trip to a real palace.

The orange's nod of affirmation reaffirmed his belief.

However, such methods are rather absurd.

If it were just a small mountain that was hidden away, that would be fine; for those great cultivators, it wouldn't be anything special.

However, this enormous palace covers an area of ​​approximately a thousand acres; to be precise, it is located on a huge island.

But silently, in the blink of an eye, everything vanished without a trace.

How could one not doubt their own eyes and the fact that everything they saw, even after the initial commotion subsided, seemed so real?