"The dream world is really lifelike..."

Wang Li raised his hand and touched the grayish-white old wall in front of him. The cold touch reached his heart and lungs, making him tremble.

This body is very weak, with thin arms that are almost skinny and bone-like, and the pale skin is not even a trace of blood. However, his five fingers are slender and look like a woman's hand.

Wang Li turned over and sat up, observing his place.

This is a dilapidated house with a leaking window, a wall falling, and a big hole on the roof. I lay on an old wooden bed with one leg missing. The place where the legs were missing was piled up with pieces of tattered blue bricks. In order to stabilize, mud was also pasted, and there were weeds in the cracks of the bricks.

The most important thing is that there is a clay statue in the center of the house.

The person worshipped was a Taoist priest, but unfortunately, the head of the statue was gone, and the color on his body was blurred. It was impossible to see which heavenly priest was the prototype of the statue.

Obviously, this is an abandoned Taoist temple.

Gulu, Gu--

At this time, Wang Li's stomach started to scream.

He felt hungry, and this body seemed to have not eaten for a long time.

Wang Li looked at his thin body, and his clothes and pants that still had many holes after patching. This was obviously a little beggar.

"He should believe it for one thousand seven hundred and fifty kalpas, 129,600 kalpas each...

Wang Li murmured.

This prophecy is actually him fooling Him.

His goal is not to return.

The law of attaining authority is his true purpose.

And in the dream world, this purpose can still be achieved.

"Is this world a Dharma-Ending Age..."

He could not feel the slightest fluctuation of the laws of the Great Dao.

Obviously, the laws of the great way in the dream world have been modified by the way of heaven.

This is a completely different avenue environment, everything will be different.

Even though Wang Li is the reincarnation of the quasi-immortal emperor, he still has no ability to defy the will of heaven now.

Moreover, any of the noble Taos and Dharmas he practiced in the past may not be useless in the dream world. He can only start with some simple places, such as some technical things.

"Fortunately, my true spirit is a quasi-immortal emperor. He has the characteristics of blurring the past and the future and covering all causes and effects. Even the way of heaven cannot find me among all living beings. Even if He stirs up the long river of time, he cannot see clearly the time and space where I am."

"But, my body and fifth generations should be able to withstand it..."

Wang Li touched his chin and felt that it should be fine.

After all, they are six quasi-immortal emperors, so it should be fine to resist the suppression of the multiverse.

Then, Wang Li took a deep breath and simply transported the blood and energy in his body.

However, the weak blood and energy just walked away for a small Zhoutian, which made Wang Li's internal organs unable to bear it. He suddenly lay on the edge of the bed and started to retching. His stomach churned, and streams of clear soup-like liquid vomited out from his mouth.

"No, this body is too weak. It seems that I can't eat enough for many years. I have had several serious illnesses that have exhausted my origins. Although I survived, my blood and energy are weak, my body is not well developed, and even my internal organs are not very healthy..."

Wang Li smiled bitterly, pulled a piece of rag and wiped off the liquid at the corner of his mouth.

He moved his hands and feet, his limbs were weak and sore, and he was in a state of recovering from a serious illness.

"No, I have to find something to eat..."

Wang Li got out of bed, walked to the altar, reached out and picked up an incense burner filled with incense ash. The incense burner was only the size of a fist, and was carved from a kind of blue-gray stone. It looked very ancient and had no patterns at all.

I can only say that it is worthy of being a Taoist temple!

Really poor!

The statue of the god is made of clay sculptures, the incense burner is made of stone sculptures, and there is no need to find any metal items. When the rag picks up, they have to leave with tears in their eyes.

Wang Li poured out the incense ash and prepared to take away the incense burner.

This thing may be exchanged for one or two steamed buns.

Or it's good to use as a weapon.

The blue-gray stone is very strong and can definitely make people feel like they are.

Scream-

Suddenly, Wang Li's ears moved slightly and he turned his head to look at the corner of the wall.

There was a mouse hole there, and a gray mouse, which was not big or small, crawled out from it.

The gray mouse seemed not to see Wang Li, and ran along the wall to the back of the statue, which made Wang Li's eyes lit up slightly. There were no rats in this broken Taoist temple? This means that there must be food, otherwise the mouse would have starved to death.

Moreover, mice are meat too!

Wang Li raised his foot and walked behind the statue.

His steps were light and he couldn't even hear anything.

Although this body is very weak, Wang Li knows too many skills.

He could easily do it by landing silently and stepping on the snow without seizure, even if the body was very weak.

Bypassing the statue of the god, Wang Li saw another rat hole, just under the stone platform where the statue of the god was worshipped. Moreover, this rat hole did not look like a hole stolen by a mouse, but seemed to be cut out by a man.

Seeing this, Wang Li showed a strange look on his face.

He circled around the statue of the god, then walked out of the Taoist temple and walked around the Taoist temple.

The location of this Taoist temple was built on the stone wall of a low mountain. It was abnormal to face the north of the sun and the direction of the god statue.

Not long after, Wang Li found two dilapidated plaques outside the door of the Taoist temple.

Open the plaque and you can see two lines of words.

"There are six Yins in the north, and they will never be restored."

"Holding the Talisman Taiyin, the Great Demon Black Rule."

Wang Li read two lines of words silently, and when he looked up at the Taoist temple, he felt that the environment here was very strange.

Then, he walked into the Taoist temple, climbed onto the stone platform where the statue was worshipped, and reached out to push the statue.

As a result, he found that the statue did not move at all and the weight did not look like a clay sculpture at all.

However, Wang Li scraped the outer skin of the statue and confirmed that it was indeed the product of the clay sculpture.

"A head is missing..."

Wang Li touched his chin, turned around and walked out of the Taoist temple.

Soon after, he dug a lump of mud from a nearby stream.

Wang Li moved it back and forth several times, his stomach was so tired that he roared and rebelled wildly.

However, hunger is completely tolerant for Wang Li.

After all, although his body is weak, his will is extraordinary.

He can even do it, even if he starves to death, he won't eat a bowl of rice.

Then, Wang Li was muddy in the Taoist temple, and little by little, he stuffed the mud on the broken neck of the statue. After a while, it became a mud ball with a big head, causing the statue to sink slightly.

Wang Li could see clearly, and the place where the statue's feet were sank.

That is a mechanism, and as long as the weight of the statue reaches a certain level, it will be triggered.

So Wang Li continued to paste mud on the statue of the god.

A bang!

Not long after, the mechanism of the statue's feet completely sank to the end. Then Wang Li heard a bang, and the stone platform behind the statue suddenly opened a stone door. The door was not big, and it was even very short. Adults need to bend over to get in.

But for the thin Wang Li, it seems just right.

Wang Li jumped off the stone platform and glanced at the mouse hole above the stone door.

Then he didn't go in, but found a pile of dry firewood from nearby and lit a piece of wood as a torch by drilling wood to make fire.

He shook the torch at the stone door and saw clearly that there was a staircase leading to the underground.

Wang Li raised his hand and threw the torch down. He heard a sound of banging. The torch fell to the depths of the steps and was still burning, with no sign of extinguishing, and the color of the flame did not change.

Scream-

The sudden movement seemed to alarm the mouse at the deepest stairs.

Wang Li heard the mouse's voice and then felt relieved to get in.

He walked down the steps, picked up the torch and continued to go deeper, and it would be the end in a short while.

The deepest part of the steps is a large space.

Wang Li's torch could only illuminate a corner, and he vaguely saw the traces of mice hiking around.

The most important thing is that as soon as Wang Li came down from the door of the steps, he saw piles of wooden boxes, arranged in tidying and placing them on both sides of the door.
To be continued...