One person: I was already fighting the Heavenly Master, but the system just came

Zhuge Heping even hummed a little tune: "Hmph, a bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse, who is afraid? A raincoat will protect me for the rest of my life..."

Similarly, on the other side, Chu Hao suddenly felt the world spinning, and strong winds howled in his ears, as if a pair of giant hands from the void tightly grasped his body without any explanation, and swept him forward madly.

The intense feeling of weightlessness made his new body's vision go dark and his stomach felt churning.

"Alas... I have to endure such hardships with my new body just after coming down the mountain. I, a 300-year-old man, really can't bear it."

After an unknown amount of time, the strong wind suddenly stopped. Chu Hao staggered, and his feet finally stepped on an unfamiliar land - Mushroom Island.

Looking around, the scene before your eyes looks like a mysterious country forgotten by time.

The ground is covered with dark brown mycelium, like a mysterious velvet carpet spreading from ancient times, thick and soft. Every step you take seems to fall into endless softness, accompanied by an indescribable subtle tremor, as if this land is faintly telling an unknown secret.

Giant mushrooms grow wildly, like mysterious giants invading from another dimension.

Those red mushrooms were like giant lanterns suspended in the air, emitting a strange and charming light. They appeared and disappeared in the hazy mist, as if calling for something.

The brown mushroom is like an ancient mysterious fortress, with the lines of time engraved all over its body. The towering mushroom caps are overlapped layer by layer, and each layer hides an elusive shadow, making people wonder whether there is a portal to another world hidden in it.

Not far away, a quiet lake lay quietly. There was not a ripple on the surface of the lake, like a huge black mirror, reflecting the strange dark clouds in the sky and the dreamlike scene of the Mushroom Island.

The lake is clustered with short mushrooms, like a group of whispering elves, with different shapes but arranged in neat rows, as if guarding some important secret about the origin of the world.

And in this mysterious mushroom jungle, there roams a strange creature - the mushroom cow.

They are tall and strong, covered with mottled black and white hair. At first glance, they look no different from ordinary cows, but when you look up, you can find the huge mushrooms growing suddenly on their backs.

Some of these mushrooms are a strange blood red color, as if they were stained with endless blood.

Some are deep purple-brown, like mysterious crystals hiding the secrets of the universe, echoing the mushrooms on the island, like mysterious symbols written by nature in the most peculiar way.

The mushroom cows walked leisurely on the mycelium with steady and slow steps, their eyes deep and empty.

Sometimes they lower their heads to take a few bites of mycelium, their movements mechanical yet ritualistic.

Sometimes it swings its tail, breaking the dead silence. The rhythm of the swinging seems to fit some ancient and mysterious rhythm, adding an indescribable agility and weirdness to this mysterious mushroom island.

Just as Chu Hao was immersed in this mysterious scene, a familiar voice faintly came from a distance.

The voice seemed to be filtered through the diffuse fog, with a sense of emptiness and illusion, but Chu Hao was absolutely sure that he was very familiar with this voice.

Listening carefully, the voice seemed to be humming some unknown tune, mixed with a few shouts, which sounded like herding cattle.

An indescribable sense of familiarity surged in Chu Hao's heart. Without time to think about it, he quickly walked in the direction of the sound.

Along the way, huge mushrooms cast mottled shadows, and the mycelium under his feet made a slight rustling sound, as if whispering accompaniment to his journey of exploration.

As the distance got closer, the sound became clearer and Chu Hao's heartbeat became more rapid.

Finally, among a group of mushroom cattle, Chu Hao saw the familiar figure.

The man was wearing a Taoist robe, but it was wrinkled and looked untidy, and his hair was messy, as if he hadn't taken care of it for a long time.

But even so, his every move revealed a unique kind of coquettishness, as if it was incompatible with all the rules of this world.

Chu Hao was about to ask, but he saw that the man seemed to be unaware of his presence. He walked straight to a mushroom cow, turned over swiftly, rode on it, and prepared to leave.

"Hey!" Chu Hao couldn't help but shout out, and his voice echoed far away in this quiet mushroom island.

The man heard the shout and slowly turned around.

The moment Chu Hao's eyes met his, he was stunned.

The person in front of him was actually Wang Ye.

Wang Ye, who had disappeared for a long time after the battle and was nowhere to be found, now appeared in front of him alive.

"Wang Ye?" Chu Hao asked tentatively, with a hint of uncertainty and disbelief in his voice.

Wang Ye looked at him quietly, without any emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at a complete stranger.

And this is exactly what Chu Hao couldn't believe.

Chu Hao never thought that when they met again, he would see such strangeness in Wang Ye's eyes.

"Don't you recognize me?" Chu Hao asked again, with a hint of surprise in his voice.

He has been reincarnated and still carries Chu Yang's memories with him.

And Wang Ye? He was clearly not dead yet, but he could not even remember him.

How he hoped that Wang Ye was just joking, and would pat his shoulder with a smile and tease him like before.

Wang Ye shook his head gently and said calmly: "Sorry, I think you recognized the wrong person."

Chu Hao stood there in a daze. He stared at Wang Ye. Could it be that Wang Ye really had forgotten everything?
"I'm Chu Hao, oh... no, I'm Chu Yang! You are Wang Ye, do you still remember? Have you forgotten everything?" Chu Hao said anxiously, trying to awaken Wang Ye's memory.

Wang Ye frowned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "I really don't remember you, let alone the name Chu Yang or Chu Hao, but... my name is indeed Wang Ye."

Chu Hao felt deeply lost and confused.

We finally meet again, but this is how it turns out?
How could it suddenly become so strange?
He began to look at Wang Ye carefully, trying to find a trace of familiarity on his face.

Wang Ye still had that familiar face, but the strangeness and alienation in his eyes made Chu Hao feel painful. "Why are you here? What happened to you during this period of time?" Chu Hao asked unwillingly.

Wang Ye was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I don't know why I'm here. I just remember that I seemed to have had a very long dream, and when I woke up, I was in this strange place. I have no impression of what you said."

A deep feeling of powerlessness welled up in Chu Hao's heart. He knew that Wang was not lying either.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar Wang Ye in front of him, Chu Hao felt mixed emotions.

It seems that what they did back then was more than what we see.

Wu Gensheng's works may still remain today.

So did Wu Gensheng also take into account the news that he had recast his body at Feixiantai and reincarnated into a second life?

Chu Hao looked at Wang Ye who was combing the hair of the mushroom cow and couldn't help asking: "Wang Ye, do you really have no memory at all? Even just a little bit of familiar memory?"

Wang Ye stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and looked at the mushroom forest in the distance, his eyes full of confusion: "I really want to remember, but my mind is really blank. Sometimes, I can feel that the past you talked about is very important to me, but I just can't remember it."

Chu Hao sighed, feeling helpless.

He knew that forcibly awakening Wang Ye's memory might cause harm to him. In short, he was unwilling to give up just like that.

Finally...finally found an acquaintance!
In another corner of Youyou Mountain, teacher Wang Zhiyao led a group of energetic but slightly immature newcomers including Chu Tingting, Ding Peng, Qin Jiaojiao, and slowly stepped into the mysterious lost dunes of Youyou Mountain, which seemed to be covered by the dust of time.

As soon as we reached the edge of the sand dunes, the scene before us looked like a tranquil pastoral painting, with lush trees arranged in an orderly manner and flourishing branches and leaves swaying gently in the breeze. Every leaf seemed to be whispering, telling the ancient and mysterious past of this land.

A clear spring meanders along the sand dunes, the water waves sparkling with tiny light under the caress of the sunlight, and the gurgling sound of the water is like a soothing music played by nature. The slight coolness seems to gently lure everyone into this mysterious place.

Teacher Wang Zhiyao looked calm and determined. She raised her hand to signal with a steady and powerful voice, and her words were reassuring: "Everyone must bring water with you. We will reach our destination in about two days after crossing this sand dune."

Everyone nodded, and with a longing for the unknown and a hint of nervousness, they resolutely took the first step into the sand dunes.

At first, our steps were brisk and full of hope, but who could have expected that soon after we went deep into the sand dunes, something incredible happened without any warning.

Qin Jiaojiao screamed sharply, "Where's my water?"

The sound cut through the silence, full of fear and disbelief. Upon hearing the sound, everyone subconsciously hurriedly checked the water cups in their hands.

In an instant, everyone's face was filled with shock and panic.

However, the water in their cups seemed to have been cast under a mysterious spell and evaporated without a drop left.

Now, everyone was completely panicked. They originally thought it was just an ordinary off-road trip, but they didn't expect to encounter such a strange situation just at the beginning.

Chu Tingting was the first to break the silence. His brows were furrowed, his face was full of anxiety, and there was a hint of urgency in his voice: "This sand dune looks very close, but it is too difficult to walk on it. Now the water has disappeared inexplicably. I think we should go back quickly and take another route, otherwise the situation will only get worse."

Ding Peng listened and nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of worry: "I also think Chu Tingting is right. This place is too weird. If we continue walking like this, we don't know what dangers we will encounter. Moreover, without water, we can't hold on for long."

Qin Jiaojiao bit her lip and said hesitantly, "But we have come so far. If we go back now, won't all our efforts go to waste? And we are not sure if changing the route will be more difficult."

Teacher Wang Zhiyao listened quietly to everyone's speeches and did not express her opinion immediately.

Seeing that the teacher didn't say anything, Chu Tingting continued, "Teacher, I know our goal is very important, but the current situation is too dangerous. We know too little about this sand dune and have no idea what will happen next. If we continue to move forward, if we encounter greater trouble, we may not even have a way to retreat."

Ding Peng agreed, "Yes, teacher, safety is still the most important thing. We can go back first, re-plan the route, and come back when we are fully prepared."

Qin Jiaojiao also fell into deep thought. After a moment, she slowly said, "Actually, I am also worried about safety issues. I just don't want to give up like this. But now it seems that we really can't move forward blindly."

Teacher Wang Zhiyao finally spoke at this time, her voice steady and calm: "Everyone has a point. The situation this time is indeed beyond our expectations, and the disappearance of the water has sounded the alarm for us. We can't act rashly, but we can't give up our goals easily. It's just that as far as the current situation is concerned, it is indeed too risky to go deeper. Let's go back first and make long-term plans."

After hearing what the teacher said, everyone expressed their agreement.

So everyone reached a consensus and decided to return immediately and find another way.

However, fate seemed to play a cruel and malicious joke on them.

They all hurried back along the way they thought they had come, step by step, hoping to see the familiar woods and spring again.

But no matter how long they walked, or how many times they went back and forth, the familiar edge of the sand dunes was always like a phantom, with no trace left.

The surroundings were filled with rolling sand dunes, monotonous and similar, and every grain of sand seemed to be mocking their futility.

Every step seemed to be entering an endless cycle, and the sand under their feet kept sinking, as if the sand dunes were greedily devouring their hopes.

The sun gradually sank, the sky was dyed a magnificent orange-red, and a gorgeous sunset spread out, but no one had the heart to appreciate the beauty.

The moon quietly climbed up into the night sky, casting its cool light and covering the sand dunes with a layer of silver gauze.

As the moonlight covered the earth like water, the wind suddenly blew on the sand dunes without warning.

The sound of the wind was like a low whimper at first, echoing in the silent night sky, and then in an instant it turned into a sharp whistle, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, which was creepy.

The fine sand was mercilessly carried by the strong wind, like a dense rain of arrows blowing in the face, making it impossible to open your eyes and even breathing difficult.

What's worse is that under the double cover of the hazy moonlight and the blowing sand, the surrounding scenery becomes increasingly difficult to distinguish, as if all the sand dunes have merged into one in the darkness, completely blurring all directional signs and making people completely lose their way.

The strong wind was still raging in my ears, and the sand was penetrating every hole, pouring into my collar and shoes. Every breath tasted the roughness of the sand.

Qin Jiaojiao finally couldn't hold back any longer. She turned to look at Teacher Wang Zhiyao, her voice tearful and sharp because of the wind: "Teacher, why did you choose this road? Now the water is gone and we are lost. Are we going to die here? If you want to die, go ahead. I don't want to!" (End of this chapter)