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The two of them looked at each other, and the dream instantly shattered. Yang Zhi was jolted awake!

When he opened his eyes, he saw the ceiling and incandescent lights. It was still the meeting room that he was familiar with. However, he could still vividly remember everything that happened in that small courtyard that was covered with the golden ginkgo tree leaves!

Especially when that man looked at her, that look in his eyes!

That man's face was covered in a layer of mist, and no matter what, Yang Zhi could not see his expression, but the moment they looked at each other, Yang Zhi could clearly feel that he was looking at his!

And she was even smiling at him!

He seemed to be very satisfied with himself!

Thinking to here, Yang Zhi's heart trembled, what exactly was going on?

If it was just one or two dreams, it would make sense, but ever since he had obtained the Silver dragon ring, he had been dreaming about the same scene several times. The previous few times, he had walked into the small courtyard by himself, and it was still the small courtyard that was brimming with spring.

But this time, Yang Zhi had a dream about the small mysterious courtyard with the dense autumn air, and the mysterious nameless chants that he had heard from the man.

Furthermore, when the dreamscape shattered, Yang Zhi could clearly feel the mysterious man looking at him and smiling at him as he nodded.

Yang Zhi stood up from his seat and walked back and forth in the conference room, carefully recalling the scene he saw in the dream.

Gradually, Yang Zhi recalled the nameless chants, and started chanting slowly, little by little, "Void Invisible, Shapeshift …"

Yang Zhi suddenly paused, ignoring the dust on the floor, he sat down on the cold floor, and imitated the mysterious man in the dream and started to meditate. After confirming the posture, Yang Zhi took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes and recited the chant in his mind.

'Formless and formless, the shape is indistinct and indistinct … ' But when he finished reciting the nameless chant, and nothing happened, Yang Zhi opened his eyes and frowned slightly. After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly gained enlightenment.

This time, he did not start chanting the chant after he closed his eyes. Instead, he tried to enter the ethereal state he had just entered.

After calming his mind, he quickly found that feeling. He entered an ethereal state, and the surrounding air seemed to have turned into 'sea water' that flowed around him.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Zhi started to recite the nameless incantation.

'Formless and formless, the shape is indistinct and indistinct … ' Very quickly, Yang Zhi discovered that the water around him had changed, and they were gradually thinking about him in an orderly fashion. Yang Zhi's entire body shivered, trying his best to calm his heart and to continue reciting the nameless chants.

'Life is harmful, one's desires are insufferable.

The surrounding 'seawater' gradually turned into a huge whirlpool with Yang Zhi's great center. The 'seawater' within the 'ethereal space' started to flow through his veins into his body, starting from his spine and waist and other four different parts of his body.

Following the influx of this' seawater ', Yang Zhi gradually felt the channels in his body that had been expanded, and under the influx of' seawater ', they became very clear. But at the same time, following the charge of' seawater ', the four channels actually started to expand gradually, and a pain started to assail him. What were the four seemed like acupoints?

Yang Zhi had no time to think, the pain of his meridians expanding was growing stronger and stronger, and even his mind received an unprecedented impact.

However, before he even finished reciting the first time, Yang Zhi was already in the whirlpool. The 'sea water' around him was not only flooding his meridians, but it was also attacking his skin tissue. Gradually, a burning pain came from his skin, filling his entire body, and all the meridians in his entire body, suddenly exploded, expanding in an even more painful way. Yang Zhi endured the pain that he had never experienced before during his demonic training, and finally finished reciting the chant.

When the last syllable escaped his mouth, the swirl suddenly stopped. The "Hai Shui" who was no longer attacking Yang Zhi's skin, and was rushing into his blood channels, also gradually calmed down, instantly relaxed, and let Yang Zhi's tense body collapse. Yang Zhi just opened his eyes, and then his entire body fell down shakily, looking at the bright incandescent lamp on the ceiling, Yang Zhi was finally unable to withstand the fatigue, and fell into a deep sleep.

In his dreams, Yang Zhi came to a small forest, a small forest that was entirely made up of ginkgo trees. At this time, in the middle of the small forest, in the middle of autumn, the golden leaves of the ginkgo tree were gently drifting down along with a gust of wind, covering the ground with a layer of golden carpet. The golden ginkgo tree reached into the clouds, blocking out the sun and the sun, causing the entire world to seem to be filled with this golden color.

Yang Zhi walked and walked and walked and walked in the forest, he didn't know where he was going nor did he remember where he came from. He could only instinctively wander about aimlessly in the Ginkgo tree forest, as if he was a lost child that couldn't find his way home.

A patch of silver gradually appeared in his line of sight. Yang Zhi was overjoyed to feel that the silver radiance was growing bigger and bigger, and after Yang Zhi had finally charged out of the gingko forest, the silver radiance completely enveloped Yang Zhi.

Then... Yang Zhi suddenly opened his eyes.

The ceiling and incandescent lamps were the only things in sight, there were no gold ginkgo trees and strange silver flashes.

Yang Zhi stared at the ceiling blankly for a long time before slowly sitting up.

Because he had previously ordered that when Yang Zhi was alone in the conference room or the CEO's office, no one was allowed to disturb him unless there was anything special, Yang Zhi looked at the time. It was already past one o'clock, and it seemed that there was nothing important, thus no one had come to disturb him.

Luckily, no one came. Otherwise, they would have been in trouble if they had seen him faint.

Yang Zhi propped himself up from the ground, but the moment he stood up, he felt that his body had become a lot lighter.

He came from a mercenary background, had gone through brutal devil training, and had strict requirements on his own physical strength. He was deeply aware of his own body's condition, and was thus able to sense the situation when something was happening to his body.

But now, he could feel that his body seemed to have become a lot lighter.

"Could this be it!?"

Yang Zhi suddenly thought of something and felt a wave of wild joy. He then closed his eyes and tried to examine his body, and very quickly, he discovered that there were four lines as thin as a strand of hair slowly flowing within his body.