After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

Chapter 247: The ancestor whose house was stolen shows up to chat with Yuan Zhuoyue

With Morax by his side, his words and actions all indicate that Yuan Zhuoyue feels that his current action, which seems almost like stealing, is indeed a feasible situation.

Yuan Zhuoyue then made up his mind and really started to push the power that had been injected into the repaired array core, so that this dream realm could continue to exist stably with the help of this power.

Those things that had already been engraved into the core of the formation, originated from her power, and at this moment, they could be used even though they were thousands of miles apart.

She also didn't have to expend any energy to guide the power remaining in the core of the formation to run along the predetermined trajectory.

Yuan Zhuoyue could clearly sense his connection with the power contained in the hub of the formation. When there was only one hub, this feeling was not particularly strong.

She doesn't have to do anything specific.

As long as such a thought arises in her mind, the power lurking in the core of the formation will move according to her wishes.

Those powers seemed to be a part of her, her limbs and bones, the blood rushing in her body, all connected together, forming a complete her.

Or perhaps it is thought that is even more ethereal and yet unfathomable.

And these thoughts that were not bound by the body seemed to spread out along with the thoughts that drove the operation of the array hubs.

Yuan Zhuoyue felt that in an instant, he had lost his normal human perspective and turned into a bird's-eye view, taking in everything in this dreamland.

This perspective was a little strange, as it was not based on the five mountains that were the carriers of the formation hub that she had reshaped.

It feels higher and more erratic, like clouds floating in the sky.

From this perspective, Yuan Zhuoyue looked down at the cities below and saw the small figures coming and going in them.

I always have a feeling, similar to the videos with tilt-shift effect I have seen on the Internet before. Everything in front of me looks like a Lilliput model of a miniature world.

There is a strong feeling of illusion and unreality.

Fragile and small.

It seemed that as long as she applied some external force at will, everything in front of her that looked like a sand table would be destroyed in an instant, and the mountains would collapse and the earth would collapse, and the sky would overturn.

But suddenly, Yuan Zhuoyue felt a pulling sensation coming from her hand. This disturbed feeling made her feel unhappy and uncomfortable, and she instinctively wanted to get rid of this restraint.

But the restraints on her hands became tighter and tighter, causing her pain. Along with them came distorted screams whose meanings were unclear.

This extremely uncomfortable feeling made Yuan Zhuoyue even more upset, and a feeling of restlessness and anger welled up in his heart.

This prompted her to want to get out of this predicament as soon as possible.

But the force restraining her hands was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was going to break and tear her bones, flesh and skin into pieces.

The unclear and extremely distorted shouting seemed to become even sharper at this moment.

But just when Yuan Zhuoyue was about to use his own strength and violence to break out of his predicament.

But he felt a light pat on the top of his head, but the force was not very strong.

It was like the gentle reminders left in his head by his grandfather who helped her with her homework when she was in elementary school and noticed that she was dozing off.

Then Yuan Zhuoyue heard a clear male voice sounding in her ears.

"...My friend, you are a little too impatient." The gentle voice seemed to carry a bit of grievance, and a helpless sigh: "This is the place where my wife and I have lived for many years. Even if it doesn't suit your taste, there is no need to destroy it so hastily."

Destroy what…?

Just after escaping from that world full of noise but without any effective sound, Yuan Zhuoyue heard words that were gentle, without a trace of anger, but full of helplessness, from someone he didn't know who they came from.

But before she started to think, she felt her perspective being slowly pressed down from the floating clouds in the sky.

In addition, there is the power transmitted from the shackles that have been bound on her hands since the beginning, which are as difficult to break free as cast iron.

The two of them worked together to drag her back to the earth from the sky.

From then on, Yuan Zhuoyue successfully emerged from that confused, dream-like state.

But even so, it took a while for the mottled blocks of color in front of my eyes to coalesce into a normal picture again.

The first thing Yuan Zhuoyue saw was Morax, who was now holding up his pale and thin body. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his bloodless pale face.

Morax's hand was tightly clasped on her wrist, the same position where Yuan Zhuoyue had felt she was restrained and wanted to break free.

The hand that originally belonged to her was slender, pale, and thin, with a bluish-white knuckle when it exerted force, and Morax met her gaze.

After confirming that Yuan Zhuoyue was indeed in a sober and self-controlled state, he slowly let go of his hand.

Morax's performance was too obvious. Yuan Zhuoyue knew without even thinking that he had some problems.

But just as she opened her mouth and wanted to say something, she felt a dizziness suddenly hit her.

If Morax hadn't come forward to support him in time, Yuan Zhuoyue felt that he would have fallen face first into the dirt on the spot.

When he was enveloped by this dizzy and nauseous feeling, Yuan Zhuoyue inexplicably felt as if he had just sat on a pendulum, or an enhanced version of it where both the pendulum and the seat could flip 360 degrees.

As soon as I returned to the ground, I felt dizzy and nauseous, and it felt like my brain was being shaken.

This feeling was really too torturous. Yuan Zhuoyue took a long time to recover.

Just when the dizziness subsided a little, I was able to speak barely.

He asked Morax, who was still standing silently beside him and supporting him, "Did you hear... someone talking just now?"