The originally rich black is as light as a veil, and a layer of space that seems to be flowing is displayed in front of Ye Wushuang's eyes.

The entire space is actually wrapped in a layer of translucent corrugated ripple! Is this the true face of space?

Ye Wushuang thought to himself.

Every fluctuation implies a certain rhythm, as if it was a tide, and Ye Wushuang unconsciously fell into the realization of space.

Ye Wushuang fell into the exploration of the mystery of space in a fascinating way. What Ye Wushuang knew was that there was a trace of soul energy in the space that was sucked into his eyes and finally fell into the eyes of the soul.

The primordial spirit's eyes fluctuated slightly unknown, and they were full of spirituality.

After a while, Ye Wushuang found something strange in a fluctuation. Ye Wushuang did not hesitate to pass through the space like a swimming fish and came to that strange place.

Silently, Ye Wushuang merged into that strange place.

The woods are still the same woods, but there is no one.

Ye Wushuang came out of a crack in the space and found that he had actually returned to the broken land of Qingyun Sect.

"Hu~" Ye Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief and rushed out of the crack space. No one knew where it would appear. Perhaps it was this world, or perhaps it was not just a world that had been worn.

Fortunately, I was lucky, and it could almost be considered the original return.

Appearing in the broken place again, Ye Wushuang found that his perception of these space cracks was completely different. Without activateing his purple pupils, Ye Wushuang could easily avoid the space cracks.

Even some cruising space cracks, Ye Wushuang could find where it was about to appear.

Ye Wushuang was swallowed into that space by a cruising space crack. Fortunately, Ye Wushuang had purple eyes and could avoid the chaotic space fragments. At the same time, the physical strength he had refined in the blue realm caused him to suffer only some skin injuries.

If an ordinary monk enters, even if he avoids the fragments of space, the sharp aura brought by the fragments can cut people into countless pieces.

The scattered cultivator disciple who was the deer-headed rat might have already turned into 180 corpses at this time.

Qingyun Sect, the Hall of Constitutions.

"Ye Wushuang really fell into the crack in the space?"

Gu Hongzi was stunned as if he was struck by lightning.

“Yes, the head.

The disciples and others all saw with their own eyes that Junior Brother Ye Wushuang was swallowed by a crack in the space."

The disciple of the wandering cultivator replied tremblingly.

I thought that even if Ye Wushuang had some friendship with the head Gu Hongzi while alive, he would have died, so he would have forgotten it.

Unexpectedly, when reporting this, Gu Hongzi refused to believe it and almost used the method of searching souls to search several disciples of the wandering cultivators one by one.

Fortunately, the Supreme Elder of the Green Robe came forward to testify, which saved him from the pain of soul searching.

But the leader asked the questions separately, even if there was a word or a little different tone, and the leader asked the details.

Now, the last disciple has finished asking. There is no doubt that Ye Wushuang encountered a space crack and was swallowed during the process of collecting herbs.

It seemed as if it fell from the clouds, and the head of the sect was in a daze towards a secret realm.

"Sir, I feel sorry for you!"

The disciples of the wandering cultivators looked at each other speechlessly, but just comforted him dryly.

Ling Yuntian sneered secretly, Gu Hongzi, I hope you will be in a slump. When my cultivation level enters the True Spirit Realm, it will probably be my turn to Ling Yuntian! Gu Hongzi kept lamenting in his heart, Wushuang Ancestor! Why did you leave Qingyun Sect like this?

Now that this world's resources are gradually exhausted, if we cannot return to the Tianxuan Continent, Qingyun Sect will completely destroy the talents! "Uncle Master! His disciple Gu Hongzi is guilty!"

Gu Hongzi knelt down in a retreat place, kowtowed and cried bitterly. He was not like the head of a sect, but he was even more helpless than losing his parents.

"Disciple is ashamed of the ancestors of Qingyun Sect, ashamed of the spirit of Qingyun in the sky!"

Gu Hongzi wailed, heartbroken.

"Gu Hongzi, you are the head of a sect. Isn't it ridiculous to be so sad?"

A neutral and peaceful voice sounded in Gu Hongzi's ears.

Gu Hongzi still cried bitterly.

"Gu Hongzi!"

The voice became serious, "What's the matter, to be honest!"

"Uncle Master! Disciple... Disciple... Kill the Wushuang Ancestor!"

"Bang!"

The stone gate in seclusion burst, and an old man with white hair appeared in front of Gu Hongzi like a ghost.

"What?

Which unparalleled ancestor do you have?"

The old man's voice trembled.

"The Unparalleled Emperor Master! The Ancestor Qingyun is a good friend, the Unparalleled Ancestor, one of the founding ancestors of my Qingyun Sect!"

Gu Hongzi snatched the ground with his head and regretted it.

“Bad talk!”

The old man with white hair scolded, "The Wushuang Emperor Master was assassinated by Huang Wuji five thousand years ago, and my Qingyun Sect was also suffering because of this!"

"Uncle Master, everything my disciple said is true! The Wushuang Emperor Master was reborn for some reason, but by chance, he was introduced into the sect by his disciple.

He was heartbroken to learn about the current situation of Qingyun Sect."

"I want to do my best to lead Qingyun Sect to regain its glory, but over the past few thousand years, Qingyun Sect has survived in this secret realm, and its strength has not been restored. The disadvantages of fighting for power and profits have been restored."

"In order to clear up the internal conflicts on the rise of Qingyun Sect, Wushuang Ancestor ordered his disciples to hide his identity and joined Qingyun Sect as a disciple of a casual cultivator to straighten out the internal relationships of Qingyun Sect."

"The Wushuang Ancestor is indeed unparalleled and righteous!"

The old man with white hair and beard sighed, "Since that's the case, how could you kill Wushuang's ancestor?"

Gu Hongzi sobbed and intermittently talked about the dispute between Ye Wushuang and Ling Yuntian, the matter of leaving the sect when he had something to do, and his own ideas to make Ye Wushuang participate in the resource collection task of the Broken Land, etc.

"You! You're confused!"

The white-haired old man was heartbroken, "How dare I let Wushuang Ancestor, who has such a low cultivation level, take such a dangerous risk?"

"As the head of the sect, do you have no power to send a disciple out of the sect?

Is your sect privilege a decoration?"

The old man with white hair scolded him in awe of his bad temper.

"Disciple...disciple...cannot be stubborn about the Supreme Elder of Qinghun, and the Supreme Elder of Qinghun is hindering the disciples in everything.

Even if small things are like this, big things will never work.”

"The Wushuang Ancestor does not want to reveal his identity, how dare the disciples force this matter?"

Gu Hongzi was also wronged, "It's because my disciples are incompetent. I should secretly send Wushuang Ancestor to the sect!"

As he said that, Gu Hongzi cried again.

"Qinghun! I really regard Qingyun Sect as his one-man show while I am in seclusion!"

The old man with gray hair is angry.

"Okay, go back! I'll go to the Broken Land to investigate. Maybe the Wushuang Ancestor can escape this disaster without knowing that he can escape this disaster!"

After saying that, before Gu Hongzi could react, his figure faded and turned into a wisp of white smoke and drifted towards the broken land.

Along the way, the lonely Hongzi shot towards the broken land like a white light, causing ripples in the entire space, and there seemed to be more cracks in the broken land.
Chapter completed!