Taking a deep breath, Zhou Mingrui came to the center of the room, calmed down for a few minutes, and then took a solemn step, walking a square counterclockwise.

Taking the first step, he recited in a low voice: "Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Venerable."

In the second step, he sincerely recited silently: "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun."

In the third step, Zhou Mingrui held his breath and whispered, "Fusheng Xuanhuang God."

In the fourth step, he exhaled turbid air and said silently: "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

After returning to his seat, Zhou Mingrui closed his eyes and waited for the result. He had expectations, anxiety, hope, and fear in his heart.

Can I go back?

Will it work?

Will something unexpected happen?

The darkness in front of him was stained with the crimson light brought by the light, and Zhou Mingrui's mind was flooded with thoughts, which were difficult to calm down.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the air around him seemed to stop flowing, becoming viscous and weird.

Immediately afterwards, whispers that were sometimes subtle, sometimes sharp, sometimes illusory, sometimes seductive, sometimes manic, and sometimes crazy whispered in his ears.

Obviously he couldn't understand what the murmur was saying, but Zhou Mingrui still couldn't help listening to it and distinguishing it.

His head hurt again, as if a steel rod had been inserted into it.

Zhou Mingrui felt his head was about to explode, and his thoughts were tinged with hallucinations.

He knew it was wrong, and tried his best to open his eyes, but he couldn't complete this simple action no matter what.

The whole body became more and more tense, and it might break at any time. Zhou Mingrui inexplicably had a self-deprecating thought: "If you don't die, you won't die..."

He couldn't bear it anymore. When the string in his mind was about to break, the murmurs of countless voices receded, and the surrounding became very quiet, and the atmosphere was quite erratic.

Not only the atmosphere, Zhou Mingrui felt that his body was also erratic.

He tried to open his eyes again, this time with ease.

The pervasive gray mist reflected in his eyes, hazy, fuzzy, and boundless.

"What's the situation?" Zhou Mingrui looked around in astonishment, then lowered his head, and found himself floating on the edge of an endless gray mist.

The gray mist flows like water, dotted with crimson "stars". Some of them are big, some are small, some are hidden in the depths, and some are floating on the surface.

Looking at this hologram-like scene, Zhou Mingrui stretched out his right hand in half-bewilderment and half-exploringly, trying to touch a crimson "star" floating on the surface on the right side, looking for a way to leave.

When his fingers just touched the surface of the star, water patterns suddenly gushed out from his body, causing "Crimson" to explode, like a dreamy firework.

Zhou Mingrui was startled, he withdrew his right hand in a panic, and accidentally touched another "Crimson".

Therefore, this "star" also shines brightly.

As a result, Zhou Mingrui felt his head was empty and his mind was lax.

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Backlund, the capital of the Loen Kingdom, in Queens District, inside a luxurious villa. JrNovels.com