When it comes to cultivating immortality, it naturally starts with upgrading the herb garden.

The canyon is large, and the wind can be heard clearly.

When someone makes a sound, the direction from which the sound comes can always be traced, just like the sound positioning in a game, which makes it easy to determine the location of others.

Shi Jian's initial voice was clearly coming from behind Song Chen, so why did his figure appear to be walking from the front?

This is clearly a contradiction.

Furthermore, people are naturally more wary of each other in dense fog.

Furthermore, someone like Shi Jian, who climbed up from the bottom through his own efforts, must have some skills in various aspects. There's no reason for him to be unprepared for Song Chen in the fog and instead go to meet him head-on.

Moreover, this "Shi Jian" has a slightly different speaking habit and tone than usual.

After a quick assessment, Song Chen was certain that the person in front of him was definitely suspicious.

Even if there's no problem, just kill them. It's better to kill one innocent person than to put yourself in a dangerous situation.

Perhaps this cold-bloodedness, stemming from his very bones, is the fundamental reason why Song Chen is unable to establish close relationships with others.

Shi Jian coughed up blood, his body slumped to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated.

"It really isn't human. What's in this fog?"

Song Chen looked into the mist, his eyes filled with an indescribable apprehension.

"Shi Jian! Can you hear me?"

Song Chen shouted.

No one responded.

Perhaps Shi Jian also encountered "Song Chen," and he chose to believe in that "Song Chen," and now he may have lost his life.

Rather than worrying about others, Song Chen should be more concerned about his own safety right now.

The mist is strange, and there are ley line rats outside.

Song Chen felt as if he were in poison, but the way to alleviate the poison was to enter another poison, which made him think of a suitable word.

Drinking poison to quench thirst.

Yes.

Song Chen is currently drinking poison to quench his thirst; if he truly wants to survive, he must choose one of these challenges to overcome.

The ley lines outside are clearly beyond Song Chen's current capabilities, so using the process of elimination, only this fog remains.

Song Chen took a deep breath, glanced into the depths of the mist, and smiled bitterly:

"They say danger is accompanied by opportunity; I wonder if there's any chance for me to survive in this fog!"

Song Chen stumbled along, his steps uneven, slowly making his way into the depths of the mist.

......

"Brother Song? Is that you?"

Shi Jian looked at the figure on his right and asked tentatively.

After entering the fog, he completely lost his way and wandered around aimlessly until he just saw a figure that resembled Song Chen.

Judging by their figures alone, they were practically identical, but Shi Jian dared not step forward.

After being separated for so long, it's hard to say whether there have been any changes in the people involved when they reunite in this environment.

Shi Jian grew up in the countryside and had heard stories about painted skins.

An old farmer works diligently in the fields every day.

One day, while working in the fields, he discovered a woman of unparalleled beauty, unconscious in the field.

The kind-hearted old farmer took it home.

The woman recovered quickly after being cared for by the old farmer, and the first thing she did upon waking up was to offer herself to him.

But the old farmer already had a wife and a son and a daughter, so of course he wouldn't accept the woman's request, even if she was as beautiful as an angel.

To everyone's surprise, when the old farmer refused, the woman said, "Brother! If I were your wife, would you be willing to be with me?"

The old farmer felt it was bad luck and immediately chased the person away.

He thought the matter was over, until one day when he returned home from the fields, he found his wife behaving strangely.

In the past, his wife would cook dinner and wait for him at home.

But today, not only did they not cook, they also stared at the old farmer the moment he entered the door, making him feel uneasy.

However, the old farmer didn't think much of it. After a long day of work, he cooked his own meal, ate it, and then went to sleep.

The next day, I got up and went to the fields as usual, returning home in the evening.

When he got home, his wife hadn't cooked, which infuriated the old farmer. He cursed at his wife until he was exhausted.

The old farmer was kind-hearted. After scolding his wife, he felt sorry for her and started to coax her.

Unexpectedly, when his wife, who had been sitting on the bed, turned her face, it was actually the fairy's face, with the skin of his wife peeled off on either side...

Shi Jian stared at the figure before him, his heart pounding.

"Brother Song? Brother Song? Song the Pockmarked!"

Song Chen's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, without walking towards Shi Jian.

Shi Jian was very puzzled.

Regardless of whether it was Song Chen or not, shouldn't everyone turn around to check the situation upon hearing a call?

This person, however, completely disregarded the established pattern and kept walking forward, as if he hadn't heard him at all.

The fog made Shi Jian uneasy, and he subconsciously followed it.

Unexpectedly, after taking only a few steps, he emerged from the mist, and the world suddenly opened up before him. The valley was gone, and everything around him had transformed into a mortal village.

"An illusion?" Shi Jian thought to himself.

He couldn't believe that something like this could happen in Dragon Valley.

Before long, Shi Jian realized what was happening and saw a huge and magnificent house standing out awkwardly among a group of dilapidated houses.

"This is my home, but it doesn't look like a village."

After becoming a cultivator, he could easily obtain wealth that ordinary people could never acquire in a lifetime. Therefore, after obtaining spirit stones, he used many of them to give back to the village.

Thanks to Shi Jian's efforts over the years, most of the villages have long since been transformed into cities, so the gap wouldn't be so huge.

"So this is the scene of the illusion? It's happening at home, so it's really not difficult at all!"

Shi Jian knew that the key to breaking through the illusion was to find the "Dream Eye".

The "dream eye" can be anything, but many monks tend to focus on the person or thing that is most difficult for the hallucinator to discern.

If he carries his memories, Shih-chien should be able to easily navigate through dreams.

Unfortunately, the next moment his mind went blank, and he completely forgot why he had come here.

Just then, a woman with a graceful figure and outstanding temperament walked into the house, leading two adorable children towards the door.

She is Shi Jian's wife and children.

"My lord! You're back!"

"father!"

......

The fog was extremely thick and showed no signs of dissipating.

However, there is good news: spiritual energy can now be mobilized.

This indicates that Song Chen is getting further and further away from the Earth Vein Rats and is no longer affected by the Rat King.

After determining that he could fully mobilize the spiritual energy in his dantian, Song Chen slowly flew upwards along the mountain wall. He didn't go fast, so even if there was a rock wall in front of him, he wouldn't crash into it and get hurt.

He climbed higher and higher, but could no longer see the end of the fog.

"Is the valley really that high?"

Just as Song Chen was wondering, a faint blue light flashed before his eyes.

He was certain he wasn't mistaken; it was a beam of light that could pierce through the fog!

Without saying a word, Song Chen flew towards the spot of light from before.

As he continued to fly in that direction, the fog grew thicker and thicker.

Because he was close to the mountain wall, Song Chen never lost his way.

Finally, Song Chen entered a cave.

The fog dissipated, leaving only pitch blackness.

Night-illuminating talisman!

Song Chenchao stuck a note on the wall, peered into the cave, and looked surprised.

A young dragon, about half the size of a human, was huddled in a corner of the cave, shivering. Beside it were Shi Jian, Du Wanming, and other cultivators who had entered the mist, unconscious.