My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

Jun Anshi approached the phoenix tree, his footsteps light and graceful, making a soft sound as he stepped on the water.

She stopped about three zhang away from the tree trunk.

The sycamore tree in front of me suddenly changed its appearance.

The emerald green leaves began to turn yellow, starting from the tips and spreading towards the center.

In a few breaths, all the leaves on the tree turned golden yellow, shimmering brilliantly under the light that seemed to come from nowhere.

Then, the leaves began to fall—one, two, ten, a hundred, the golden leaves fluttering and swirling in the air before finally settling on the water, creating tiny ripples.

The bark on the trunk began to peel off, and the branches began to dry up. The whole tree seemed to have gone through the entire process from midsummer to late autumn in an instant.

Just when Jun Anshi thought the tree was about to die, new buds sprouted from its bare branches.

They grow at a rate visible to the naked eye—sprouting, unfolding leaves, turning green, and becoming dense.

In just a few breaths, the withered tree regained its vitality, and the new leaves were greener and more lush than before.

The cycle of flourishing and decay, life and death.

Jun Anshi blinked, and the scene before him returned to normal.

Jun Anshi raised his right hand and gently touched the trunk of the sycamore tree with his fingertips.

Nothing happens.

She tried to infuse a wisp of time power, and the light spread outwards along the patterns on the tree bark.

There was still no response.

Jun Anshi withdrew his hand, his brows furrowing slightly.

What she wants to do most right now is not to study the sycamore tree, nor to explore this space, but to leave.

She sensed something amiss with the communication device.

The once clear connections have all been severed, leaving none behind.

This means she is completely isolated from the outside world, and no one can contact her anymore.

People outside must be anxiously looking for her right now.

Jun Anshi got a headache the more he thought about it.

She took a deep breath to suppress her anxiety.

There's no use in rushing now. The important thing is to figure out the rules of this space and find a way to leave.

Just as she walked halfway around the sycamore tree, carefully examining the tree hole...

Suddenly, another ripple spread across the water's surface.

Jun An looked up and saw a figure appear out of thin air on the water.

The man was wearing a black cloak and a white mask that covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes visible.

The cloak was large, completely concealing his figure.

Jun Anshi's eyes lit up for a moment, but the next moment, a hint of wariness rose in them.

Dressed so conservatively, as if she's ashamed to be seen in public, she doesn't seem like an easy person to get along with.

But right now there were only the two of them in this space, and she couldn't just stay silent because the other person was dressed strangely.

Moreover, the other party didn't seem to have any malicious intent. After suddenly appearing, they just stood there, their gaze sweeping across the entire space as if observing something, showing no intention of making a move.

Jun An hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to step forward and start a conversation.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist. I am a disciple of the Celestial Sacred Land, and I was accidentally teleported here just now."

She paused, observing the other person's expression.

Although all that could be seen were the eyes, they were calm, without hostility or greed, and even carried a gentleness that she couldn't quite put her finger on...

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask..."

Jun Anshi continued.

"Were you also accidentally teleported here?"

The reason she didn't think of the other person as the owner of the place was, of course, because the other person's clothes and appearance were completely out of place in this space.

Upon entering this space, Gu Changyuan immediately saw Jun Anshi.

She stood under the sycamore tree, her fingers just withdrawing from the trunk, her face showing a hint of confusion and impatience, her brows slightly furrowed, and her lips slightly pouting, like a rabbit that couldn't find its way.

Lively and energetic.

In good condition.

The weight that had been hanging over Gu Changyuan's heart finally lifted.

He let out a long breath in his heart, but his face remained expressionless.

He began to survey the space.

The water beneath their feet was not ordinary water, but a "Mirror of Time" formed from the pure power of time.

Walking on the water is not "walking," but rather "traveling upstream" in the long river of time.

The reflection overhead is not an illusion, but rather the lower half of this space.

The symmetry between the top and bottom, and the interplay of the real and the virtual, form a complete closed loop of time.

In this closed loop, there are no clear boundaries between the past and the future, between reality and illusion.

Gu Changyuan's gaze narrowed slightly as he looked at the sycamore tree.

The power surging within the tree trunk is not merely time.

There is also space, reincarnation, and green wood. The four great paths are perfectly integrated in this tree.

Cangwu Avenue.

This space is the embodiment of Cangwu Avenue.

This phoenix tree is the carrier of the core inheritance of the Cangwu Immortal Emperor.

As for why Junanshi was brought here...

Gu Changyuan glanced at Jun Anshi standing to the side, and he already had his answer.

The Time-Sequence Dao Body has an innate affinity for the laws of time.

In the legacy of the Immortal Emperor Cangwu, the Dao of Time is the most crucial of the four Daos.

Choosing the Time-Sequence Dao Body as the inheritor is the most reasonable choice.

It was not a trap, not a conspiracy, but an opportunity.

However, this Celestial Emperor's "method of selecting people" was a bit crude.

They drag you over from a great distance without giving you any warning, and even block your communication devices, so you can't escape even if you want to.

Gu Changyuan was initially somewhat displeased with the Cangwu Immortal Emperor's "forced summons".

But seeing that Jun'an was safe and sound, most of his displeasure dissipated.

Beside him, Jun Anshi, seeing that he hadn't answered his question, wasn't angry. He quickly caught up and continued the conversation:

"Fellow Daoist, were you also brought here by a rabbit?"

At this moment, Jun Anshi completely regarded Gu Changyuan as an unlucky fellow just like himself.

They all fell in by accident, they all want to get out but can't, they are all trapped in this inexplicable space.

Gu Changyuan nodded slightly:

"Yes."

However, you, this rabbit, brought me here.

He silently added a sentence in his mind, without any change in expression.

He had no intention of revealing his true identity to the other party.

His ability to freely change his cultivation level through the system is one of his biggest trump cards, and he doesn't want anyone to know about it yet.

The system is his biggest secret, and he will not easily reveal even a fraction of it.

Moreover, exploring secret realms requires personal experience and growth. Disciples must face dangers and seek opportunities on their own, tempering their character and improving their strength in adversity.

If you reveal your identity to the other party, they will not only be puzzled as to why you were able to enter this secret realm that only those at the Nascent Soul stage can enter.

Its very existence would also diminish its true purpose in exploring secret realms.

With me around, they have fewer worries and become bolder and even reckless in their actions, losing the opportunity to face difficulties and break through their limitations on their own.

Therefore, Gu Changyuan did not intend to say anything.

I don't plan to say anything now, at least not at the moment.