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Sensing the surrounding vines stirring restlessly, swaying their bodies as they lunged at him once more, he moved like lightning, weaving through them. For a time, even seven or eight vines could not strike him. He used his palm as a blade and chopped at them. An empty palm should ordinarily have sliced through iron as though it were mud, yet these vines remained completely unscathed, unaffected in the slightest.
Ye Tian had not expected even the strength of his physical body to be unable to affect these vines. He dodged an attacking vine in a flash, but suddenly, a spark of inspiration flashed through his mind.
He began communicating with the Glazed Fire in his sea of consciousness. Though his cultivation was restrained, his Spiritual power could still be loosened somewhat.
Ye Tian tapped the ground with his toes and shot several yards beyond the vines' encirclement. With a low shout, flames instantly raged forth, burning the vines until not a trace remained.
Moments later, only specks of ash remained.
Ye Tian returned to where he had been and picked up that stone. Though he did not yet know its use, his intuition told him it would not be anything ordinary.
After wandering aimlessly for quite some time, a long stream came into view. Its waters were crystal clear, reflecting his figure. Ye Tian lowered his head to wash his hands, but the instant his fingers touched the water, dizziness seized him. Then, he entered an illusion. Before him lay a sea-blue world. Standing upon the ground, Ye Tian felt as though he had entered a royal palace. The furnishings around him were lavish and magnificent. Fish occasionally drifted past, swaying their bodies; every flick of their tails carried the rhythm of the Dao, while the