"When I came back, my thoughts were divided into nine realms. The world of cultivating immortals is a closed world. In my nine realms of thoughts, I can control a piece of void in the realm of cultivating immortals, but I can't do anything to people in the upper realm. This is limited by my thoughts." There was a trace of vicissitudes in the master's voice.

"The idea of ​​the enemy." Zhang Han's heart was touched, and he suddenly thought of something, but he didn't say it.

"That's right, I have fallen." Master Guangtuan sighed softly: "The only remaining thought is integrated with the world rules of the world of cultivating immortals."