What kind of existence is this vast world?

What is the relationship between those secret realms, small worlds, and the big world where Fang Junmei and others came?

Or, only the Central Sanctuary is considered a real big world, and other places are all small worlds?

Fang Junmei and the other two have thought about these issues for the first time.

...

After flying out, the two of them chatted and thought.

"In my opinion, since only by going to the Central Holy Land can we advance to the human race, then the Central Holy Land is considered the real main world, and other worlds are all small worlds that depend on it, including the world we come from."

At the end of the conversation, Dao Lang said in troubled times.

Fang Junmei nodded.

After thinking about it, he said, "If this is the case, these small worlds should have a channel to the central holy realm. Otherwise, wouldn't God directly block their way forward?"

"That's right, even if you don't go directly, you should go indirectly through the place, such as by transiting through our place."

Dao Lang nodded and said, "So, there must be a passage out."

Fang Junmei nodded and said, "What I worry most is the mysterious and mysterious traveling to the world. What means can be used to block this passage or send masters to guard there, and that will be a big trouble."

Dao Lang nodded again in troubled times.

I suddenly remembered something and said with a flash of eyes: "In this world, we don't seem to see the statue of that old guy."

"He should have given up here. The nature of these high-level monks must be extremely unstable, or even extremely crazy. Who will worship him!"

Fang Junmei said decisively.

"Since that's the case, there seems to be no need for the previous space node to exist..."

Dao Lang's mind was also flying in troubled times.

A brief silence.

...

"The land of exile?"

After a moment, the two of them said at the same time.

After saying that, they started laughing together.

What else is there to make a monk despair than exile a monk here, so that he will never advance to the top and the ancestors of the human race.

But it seems that it is better to kill directly, and there is no need to do such a move.

...

Along the way, the two kept thinking.

Under one's heart, every possibility in this world is analyzed layer by layer.

...

The two of them headed straight to the north.

The most mysterious place in this world is the snowy field in the north.

The higher you go north, the terrain becomes higher and higher, until it is almost ten thousand feet long, forming a plateau far above sea level, which is called the Ten Thousand Snow Field by monks in this world.

There is no need to say much about the extreme coldness in it.

The deeper you go, the colder it becomes. Even many ordinary monks can't bear it and go back halfway. What secrets are there in the deepest part? The only ancestral orifices that come back are also mysterious secrets. They can't even explain them clearly without saying anything to outsiders.

In fact, more monks from the Ancestral Essence never came back.

...

On this day, the two finally arrived at the edge of the Ten Thousand Snow Field.

After arriving here, the atmosphere suddenly became much colder, which was absolutely unbearable for mortals, with ice and snow and strong winds.

Going further, there is snow-white between heaven and earth.

The climate is changing very quickly. Just now, the sun was shining, but in a blink of an eye, it turned into dark clouds and blizzards.

Neither of them was more resistant to ice and fire cultivation. The deeper they went, the more they felt they couldn't bear it. With their realm, they were so cold that they were trembling.

"If someone told me that I would never have any doubts about the ninth-level ice spirit creatures that could be bred here."

On this day, the Dao Lang in the Troubled Times said in a cold air.

Fang Junmei nodded in agreement.

Continue to go deeper, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and no one is seen. The cold wind pierces into every pore like a knife, and even the blood seems to be frozen.

If the monk under the mortal seed arrives here, he will be instantly frozen into an ice corpse and then torn to pieces by the strong wind.

...

The two people's spiritual consciousness spread to their limits, looking for every abnormality.

After searching for more than ten days, I finally found several birds and monsters on the top of an iceberg, all of which were at the middle and late stages of the mortal molt.

As high as a thousand feet, on the top of an iceberg like an ice mirror, these cloud-like monsters circling around the top of the mountain. The sound of flapping their wings rose and fell one after another, forming a group of them, as if even the sound of a storm was about to be suppressed.

The bird is as white as snow, and its body is nearly ten feet long. When it circles, it has a bit of a spirit that covers the sky and the earth. I don’t know what race it is.

In addition to these heads, there should be some small ones in the ban formation behind him.

The two people's spiritual sense had seen them, but their spiritual sense was not qualified to see them. They only felt a powerful spiritual sense sweeping over, and there was a look of tension and anxiety in their wide brown eyes.

Fang Junmei and the other two exchanged glances and flew toward them.

...

Soon, it landed on the top of the mountain.

Of course, the birds did not dare to attack. The figure flashed and turned into a few men and women wearing white feathered clothes. They all looked like middle-aged and young people, and they were quite handsome.

"I've seen two seniors!"

Several people came up to salute, and the leader was a tall and majestic middle-aged man.

Fang Junmei nodded slightly and said, "We two are from the south. What do you want to do? I guess you can guess. I hope you can give us some news."

When several people heard this, they smiled bitterly together.

"Do you two seniors want to come here and find a way out?"

The middle-aged man asked.

Sure enough, many people have come here.

The two nodded slightly, and Fang Jun said with eyebrows: "Please give me some advice."

The middle-aged man thought about it and said, "Two seniors, the depths are really dangerous. One of the seniors in our clan has never come back after going there. I don't know how to live or die. I advise the two seniors not to think about this, or at least wait until the later stage of the Ancestral Orb to come again."

"Just say it, tell us, which direction did the guys who came before have gone?"

The sword man shouted in troubled times.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he exchanged glances with the people around him. Since they both want to live, why should he care about it?

"Since the two seniors are going to go, then the juniors will say it."

The middle-aged man said, "The senior in my clan was invited by his two old friends and went to the northwest. As for what was there, we don't know. Although the younger generation had visited, they came back halfway, which was too cold."

The two nodded slightly.

"Is there anything wrong with it?"

Fang Junmei asked.

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"Is there a map? How big is this snowy field?"

The Dao Lang asked in troubled times.

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "No one in our world can explain it clearly."

The two nodded again, and after asking a few more questions, they didn't talk much nonsense with them and continued on the road.

...

Turn northwest.

The temperature is getting lower and lower, and the air is turned into ice. Almost every day, the sky is so gloomy and gray. Thunder rolls and blizzards keep, and no creature is seen, as if it has come to a forgotten place.

With the strength and cultivation of the two, they had to use more sophisticated protective magic to resist the cold wind.

In a blink of an eye, another two or three months passed, and the two of them had found a lot of miles away.

On this day, Fang Junmei took the lead in fixing her figure, staring at her eyes, and looking in a certain direction.

"What did you see?"

Dao Lang asked in troubled times that his soul power must be much worse than Fang Junmei.
To be continued...