Chu State, Yongxing County, is surrounded by endless barren mountains and dense forests.

A young man with a broken dress, pale face and blood-stained body was lying upright on the ground.

"It's been three days."

The boy looked at the blue sky blankly and murmured.

Until now, he still doesn't believe it, and he has traveled through time.

His name is Fang Han. He looks like a young man who is about sixteen years old at the time, but in fact, his soul is a young man in his twenties. He was originally a college student who had just graduated for one year on Earth and a hard worker. However, due to an accident, the soul came to this world of fairy tales by chance.

And he became the so-called immortal master.

But this so-called immortal master is a bit weak and a bit miserable.

The original owner was also called Fang Han, and he was just a casual cultivator who practiced Qi first.

A few days ago, during the battle, my soul was scattered.

Fang Han took advantage of the situation and occupied his body.

"This is fate."

Fang Han looked around.

There is nothing else except the black iron sword left by the original owner and a few low-level spiritual herbs.

He barely moved, and a sharp pain came from his body.

"no."

"You have to go out of the mountain quickly."

He was a little anxious.

According to the experience left behind in the original owner's mind, there are many monsters appearing in this area.

With his current situation, let alone monsters, even if they encounter ordinary beasts, it will be enough to kill him.

Fang Han didn't expect that he died at the mouth of a wild beast as soon as he came across.

His injuries were very serious.

Since the storage bag with you has been snatched away, there is no healing pill.

If you only rely on breathing and healing, your injury will recover very slowly.

Fang Han could only stand up and took a few steps.

Suddenly, a thunder roared in his belly.

This is extremely hungry.

He had just practiced Qi for a while, so he naturally could not fast, so he still had to eat and drink like a mortal.

Food and water are placed in the original storage bag.

He had nothing to eat.

Half a day passed like this.

Fang Han's strength is constantly losing.

"It's almost starving!"

At this time, he couldn't help but miss the delicious food on the earth in the past.

Barbecue, fried chicken, big bones in sauce, beef noodles...

He lay on the ground, a smile that seemed almost dementia on his pale face, his eyes gradually became straight, but at this moment, he was confused and saw a vulture hovering in the sky above his head.

"no!"

He shuddered suddenly and realized that the vulture was waiting for his death and gnawed on his body.

"I am a man, I can't die like this."

Fang Han's eyes turned and saw a few low-level spiritual herbs scattered on the ground not far away.

The heart is in the battle between heaven and man.

Most spiritual herbs cannot be eaten directly.

Especially this kind of low-grade spiritual herb with low age has too many impurities and contains toxins.

It must be purified during the alchemy to be removed.

If you eat it directly, there will be considerable danger.

Especially under his current situation.

"Even if you are poisoned, it's better than being starved to death or being torn to pieces by wild animals!"

"After all, we are a cultivator, and we have dignity to die even if we die."

As soon as he thought of this, Fang Han no longer hesitated.

He grabbed the two spiritual herbs scattered on the ground and stuffed them directly into his mouth.

The bitter and fishy smell spread in his mouth. He resisted the urge to vomit and swallowed it.

After a while, the medicinal power spread in the body and collided everywhere.

At the same time, the pain in the abdomen began to be like a knife!

"It's over!"

At this time, the pain in the body became more and more severe!

Sweat beads as big as beans on Fang Han's head were pouring down.

The body kept trembling.

He gritted his teeth and refused to let himself scream, so as not to attract wild beasts, so that his gums would bleed.

Finally, he felt his head rumbling, and the next second, his consciousness fell into darkness.

With a bang, his body fell down and he fainted.

Time seemed to be still, and the noon sunlight was still shining on him, as if nothing had happened...

"Am I dead..."

Fang Han only felt that he was floating in a colorful cloud.

It seems like he is in the moment when chaos is not opened.

There is no heaven, only earth.

He stepped on the top of a small mountain.

There is no sun and moon, and there is thick colorful clouds and mist around it.

In front of him was a small wooden house and a piece of black soil.

This black soil is only one cent size, which is the size of more than 60 square meters on the earth.

The rest of the land is ordinary stone land.

"Where is this?"

Fang Han murmured to himself, and he felt that the mountain was filled with a breath of refreshing fairy spirit, and it was so comfortable that it was just breathing.

Then he discovered another fact that shocked him.

His body actually exists on this mountain in the form of a phantom, not on the body.

"Is it the body of thought?"

Fang Han found it incredible.

Are you dead or not?

He looked closely and saw the door of the small wooden house.

The four big characters written on it are written, "The Immortal Palace Cave Heaven"!

These four words are simple and unpretentious.

But Fang Han only looked at it and felt dizzy as if he was about to be sucked in by these four words, so he hurriedly looked away.

"Immortal Palace?"

"Is it the blessed land where immortals live?"

Fang Han was shocked.

But this world is so blessed...simple.

Fang Han looked around and saw that the small mountain peak was bare. The small wooden house in front of him was so simple that he had no temperament as an immortal palace.

His soul closed his eyes and felt it, and he felt comfortable all over.

"Since it is the place where immortals live, there should be treasures of gods."
To be continued...