Green mountains and clear waters, white clouds drifting leisurely.
The tinkling stream is pleasant to the ears, the land is covered with intoxicating orchids, there's an ethereal glow from immortal fruits in the woods, and carved railings and jade steps are faintly visible among the mountains, presenting a beautiful immortal scenery.
Except, it's too unreal...
Boom!
Zhang Kui broke through the cloud and mist, and with a wave of his hand, Fatty Tiger reverted from an orange cat to his original form, lying on the ground and vomiting incessantly, looking utterly miserable.
The situation was urgent just now, and they didn't know how many times they had traversed space in an instant. Zhang Kui's physical strength was formidable, so he was fine, but Fatty Tiger felt like he had been thrown into a blender, the world spinning until he was nearly unconscious.
Fatty Tiger shook his head, panting heavily as he looked around, "Taoist, where have we ended up?"
"A bizarre illusion realm..."
