This is a natural plateau flat lake, about 12,000 meters long from east to west and about 5,000 meters wide from north to south. The deepest depth of the lake is 107 meters. The lake water is rippling, green and dyed, clear and transparent. Water birds gather, either flying on the lake surface or playing in the water. The golden wind brings coolness and auspicious air, making a peaceful scene. The lakeside is rich in water, wild yaks, wild donkeys, brown bears, yellow sheep, Tibetan antelope and other wild animals appear, and the weather is endless. There is a platform next to the lake, with crowds of people on the platform, and many people carrying tripods are photographing the blue sky and clear water that is hard to see elsewhere.

This is where the legendary Yaochi of Queen Mother of the West is located. Of course, that is just a legend. The real name of this lake should be the Black Sea in China, also known as Hara Lake, which is the second largest lake in Qinghai Province, second only to Qinghai Lake.

However, unlike Qinghai Lake, which is now a tourist attraction, the transportation here is inconvenient, and only a few real hikers will arrive, and it is still an undeveloped virgin land.

Just as the tourists by the lake were enjoying the beautiful scenery and taking photos unrestrainedly, a tourist suddenly shouted: "Look, the dragon sucks water!"

Everyone looked up at the lake at the same time and saw nine white water columns suddenly appearing on the lake surface, hanging down from the sky to connect with the lake surface. Each water column has a diameter of dozens of meters. The water mist is everywhere around the water column, and a mist is filled with mist.

Crack, the sound of the camera shutter is endless. Everyone who sees this rare wonder wants to record it.

If someone could look down from the air at this time, they would find that the nine water columns were surrounded by the nine water columns, and the range surrounded by the nine water columns was calm and clear.

In this place that people could not see, about ten or twenty meters away from the lake, the blue sky suddenly rippled like the water surface. The next moment, a foot stepped out of the ripple, followed by a leg, and a figure appeared in the air out of thin air.

The figure just floated in the air, and a faint light emitting around his body, making people unable to see his appearance. Only vaguely could it be seen that this was a man in a silver Taoist robe. The figure looked into the air, seemed to sigh, then took a step forward and disappeared into the air. From appearance to disappearance, no one saw all this in this wonder of Jiulong's water-absorbing scene.

After the man disappeared, Kowloon's water absorption gradually disappeared, and the Hara Lake returned to its calmness. The tourists on the shore only took pictures of Kowloon's water absorption, but did not take pictures of Kowloon's water absorption.

Almost at the same time, a young man appeared on a street in Xining City, Qinghai Province. The man had gray short-sleeved shirts, jeans, and a backpack. He was about 20 years old and looked ordinary. He looked like a college student everywhere in the city. He appeared very abruptly, but no one on the way noticed anything unusual.

"Dingling--" The old ringtone rang, and the man took out a mobile phone from his pocket. It turned out to be the most primitive blue-screen mobile phone. In this era when smartphones were popular, a young man could use this ancient mobile phone that is rarely used by the elderly, which made people in the past look at each other.

The man pressed the answer button as if nothing had happened. As soon as he could say the word "hey", a loud roar came from the microphone.

"Little Luo! You finally answered the phone! You guy disappeared as soon as it is time for holidays! Tomorrow is the registration date. If you don't go back to school, you will be late. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

The man kept his cell phone away from his ears a little, and then pressed it back to his ears when the sound disappeared, and said to the microphone: "I understand. I'm about to get on the plane and I'll be here in the afternoon. I won't be late. See you later!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone, and anger was still coming from the microphone.

In the capital thousands of miles away, a handsome boy was putting down his cell phone and cursing: "Damn Xiao Luo, just hang up my phone if you say something!"

"Didn't he say he wanted to catch a plane?" A beautiful girl with a ponytail next to the boy said disrespectfully.

"You will be directed towards him. If you blinded him, you won't see your thoughts!" the boy muttered.

"I'm going to die, right?" the beautiful girl waved her fist and said angrily.

In Xining City, the man hung up the phone, stuffed his phone into his backpack behind him, looked up at the sun, determined the time, reached out to stop a taxi and headed towards the airport.

The man's name is Luo Zhuo, a college student in the Department of Philosophy at Peking University. He is about to enter his junior year after this summer. The big boy who called him was named Zhao Xiaonian. He is Luo Zhuo's roommate in college and one of his few friends in college.

In addition to being a college student, Luo Zhuo also has an identity that no one knows now. He is the head disciple of the Kunlun Sect, the largest sect in the cultivation world. Now he has spent a summer vacation in the Kunlun Sect and is about to return to school.

Six hundred years ago, the world changed drastically, and the spiritual energy on the earth gradually disappeared, becoming no longer suitable for the survival of cultivators. As the leader of the cultivation world, the Kunlun Sect, together with major sects, worked together to blast the Tianmen to open the Tianmen, and led the entire cultivation world to escape from the earth and enter the fairy world. When bombarding the Tianmen, in order to prevent the turmoil of mountains and rivers, Kunlun disciple Luo Zhuo was ordered to guard the rivers and mountains, but because of accidents, he returned to the Kunlun Realm before the Tianmen was closed, and missed the opportunity to escape.

After six hundred years, the Heaven Gate was closed and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was dissipated. Even if Luo Zhuo was already a Mahayana cultivator, he still could not fly up. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth could no longer support Luo Zhuo's practice. For six hundred years on earth, Luo Zhuo hid in the Kunlun Realm most of the time, and the rest of the time he transformed into the world, while cultivating his mind and practicing, while seeking the way to ascension.

Now, as an ordinary college student, he spent not much time left in the world. Even a Mahayana monk would be exhausted in a barren place without the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

A few hours later, on the plane from Xining to Beijing, Luo Zhuo closed his eyes and slept in a seat by the window. The flight was only more than two hours, and it was about to land. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a clear light flashed across Luo Zhuo's body, isolating a drop of blood that splashed out from his clothes.

Luo Zhuo did not open his eyes, and his spiritual sense had already seen several people standing up in the cabin. The man closest to him was only two or three steps away. He just shot a flight attendant, and blood dripping splattered, almost splashing on Luo Zhuo's body.

"If you don't want to die, just sit in your seat honestly!" a voice roared.

In Luo Zhuo's spiritual sense, it was clearly seen that in addition to these people, three other people were trying to open the cockpit door. His brows frowned slightly. Luo Zhuo didn't like to be hijacked. He didn't care about these people, but it would be impossible to disturb his itinerary. Luo Zhuo is a person who doesn't like being disturbed.

Just as his brows frowned, there were seven robbers on the entire plane, their eyes widened, their pupils spread, and they fell to the ground without making a sound.

It took a long time before the bold flight attendant came over to check the situation of the robber. At this time, Luo Zhuo calmly fell asleep again. The plane staff running back and forth contacting the ground could no longer disturb him.

Just as the riots on the plane subsided and when the plane was about to land, Luo Zhuo's brow suddenly frowned again, and then his eyes opened, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes. There was a hint of surprise in the depths of his eyes. The next moment, Luo Zhuo's figure disappeared directly from the seat, and the passenger sitting next to him was still in shock. He thought there was no one around him, but he didn't notice that a person had disappeared like this.

On this day, accompanied by the news of the hijacking, the entire land of China became daylight and night, and thunder continued, as if the world was doomed. The whole country issued a red warning for thunderstorms, and emergency flood prevention measures were launched in various places, but these measures did not work. Half a day later, the sky suddenly returned to clear, as if the previous lightning and thunder did not occur.

In the air that everyone could not see, a dark figure was falling rapidly in the air. It was Luo Zhuo who had disappeared from the plane before. At this time, Luo Zhuo was in a mess, as if struck by lightning. His clothes had turned into ashes, and his skin was not intact. He looked up at the sky and said with a wry smile: "God, you won!"

"Boom--" With a loud bang, Luo Zhuo smashed on the ground, smashing a deep pit in a human form. Luo Zhuo groaned and fell into a coma.

Just now, Luo Zhuo noticed that the Tianmen that had disappeared for six hundred years appeared, so he triggered the heavenly tribulation and wanted to open the Tianmen and enter the fairy world. However, he found that this heavenly tribulation was far more powerful than the heavenly tribulation recorded in the sect's inheritance. He used all his strength and even the true sword of his natal life was shattered. He still could not survive this heavenly tribulation and blasted the Tianmen. His true energy was exhausted and his body was heavily injured. Luo Zhuo directly ended up with a free fall.

What he didn't know was that just as he fell to the ground and fell into a coma, the moment before the sky gate that was blown open by him was closed, two streams of light flew out from it and instantly disappeared.

The place where Luo Zhuo landed was in the western mountain of the suburbs of Beijing. Due to the sudden bad weather, there was no one here. After Luo Zhuo landed and fell into a coma for more than two hours, an off-road vehicle drove from far to near and arrived here. After the car stopped, two young women walked out of the car.

"Sister Yuan, I just said I'll see someone, you don't believe it." The younger woman pointed at Luo Zhuo in the deep pit and said.

Although the other woman was a little older, she was not over twenty years old and had a beautiful appearance. She smiled slightly and said, "You are right. This person seems to have fallen from the mountain. Let's save the person first."

Instead of dragging Luo Zhuo out directly, she stretched out her white jade-like hand and put it on Luo Zhuo's wrist. It seemed that she knew how to take the pulse. After a moment, she withdrew her hand and looked a little solemn.

"Is he dead, Sister Yuan?" asked the other woman who was also beautiful but seemed a little playful.

"Call for an ambulance." The woman called Sister Yuan replied, as if thinking for a moment, squatted down, took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms, and a red pill was picked up and stuffed into Luo Zhuo's mouth.

The woman who was on the phone happened to look back and see this scene and exclaimed: "Sister Yuan, what are you doing? That's a life-saving medicine!"
Chapter completed!