"You're awake", a cold voice came.

I was startled and looked back and saw a white dress that appeared in the room at some point.

The white clothes are wide and the style is simple, so you can't tell the gender of the person in it. The face is covered with a faint white mist, making it impossible to see his face clearly; his long black hair is spread on his shoulders, but it is tied casually behind him with a white ribbon.

"You, who are you? Me, where am I? "It's?" It seemed that the words were a little unsightly.

The man in white did not answer, but turned around and headed towards one place, "Follow me." A wall suddenly became like water waves, rippling. The man in white walked over and took one step forward. With the ripples, his figure disappeared instantly.

I looked around and it was snowy white, but there was no other source. It seemed that I could only follow it there no matter what.

After calming down, he headed towards the wall.

When the originally solid wall came close, it suddenly became like water waves and became rippling. It raised its foot tentatively and stepped in, but it seemed to be stepping on the empty space, with nowhere to focus, and it seemed that the foot that was stepping in had disappeared, and the body could not feel its existence at all.

As soon as I withdrew my feet, the feeling disappeared immediately, and the feeling of my feet returned to my body, and I felt nervous.

After thinking for a while, there was no other way. I gritted my teeth and stepped in. The feeling of nothingness came again. I felt a little in my heart, and I rushed forward, and my whole body merged into the water marks...

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In an instant, my brain seemed to turn blank and my whole body seemed to no longer exist. That feeling was really wonderful.

In just a moment, the scenery in front of me suddenly changed.

Several peaks from afar come into view, with different shapes and colors, but they are not as tall as this place, and suddenly feel a sense of heroism.

Suddenly, a chill came from his feet, but his bare feet stepped on the snow. A cold wind blew, and he couldn't help but tremble, but he was wearing only a thin inner robe. Only then did he notice that wherever he stood was a snowy mountain with a cold wind, snowy white, and a snowy mountain.

When I turned around, I saw that the waves of the coming came were gone, as if they had never appeared before.

"Follow closely", the man in white said with a faint simple word, without taking a look at it, and heading towards the top of the mountain.

It can be seen that the man in white seemed to dislike words, giving people a feeling of keeping people from thousands of miles away. In desperation, he had to follow the white clothes that had already gone a little far away and headed towards the top of the mountain.

I don’t know how long I have been away, the bitter cold wind, the cold white snow, and the biting pain enters every inch of skin and every pore. Every part of my body seems to be sucking millions of insects and ants... I grit my teeth and persevere, following the white clothes far away.

Many times, the cold freezes and his body is frozen, and he can't move his legs and falls straight into the thick snow. Every time this happens, a warm current will rise from his dantian and travel through his meridians throughout his body, allowing him to slowly recover his consciousness. At this time, the man in white will stop, turn his back to him, look up from afar, look at the gloomy sky, but will not come back to help him, and will not even turn his head back.

After he completely regained his consciousness and got up from the snow, the white figure in front of him continued to move forward without even a moment of stopping. In desperation, he had to grit his teeth and follow him from afar...

I don’t know how long it took, but the sky seemed to be always the white color. I don’t know how many times I recovered from the snow and got up. Finally, the white figure stopped, turned his back to him, and stood there.

I walked over step by step and finally stood on the top of the mountain. The vast sky seemed to be not far above my head. I could touch it with a little stretch of my hand. I let out a long sigh and finally arrived.

"Sit down" still makes a cold sound.

Sit down? Where to sit? This place is only a few feet in a square foot, with white snow. Should I sit in the snow?

The man in white waved his hand and a strong wind stood around him, blowing away a lot of thick snow, revealing two white stones.

The man in white ignored him and walked to a slightly higher white stone, sitting cross-legged.

Looking around, it seemed that there was nothing else except these two white stones. As a last resort, I had to walk to another slightly shorter white stone, imitating the man in white, and sat cross-legged, but I couldn't sit well, so I had to cross my legs slightly and then sit down.

A bone-broken coldness enveloped the whole body, and my whole body trembled and trembled, but I felt that the spiritual platform was clear and clear, as if there was no distraction.

"The great way is invisible, giving birth to heaven and earth; the great way is ruthless, running the sun and the moon; the great way is nameless, nourishing all things; I don't know its name..." The voice of the man in white sounded between this snowy world.
Chapter completed!