Mushroom Man

Chapter 143 I am Wu Liang!

Wu Liang came from a poor family.

They don't even have a decent house.

My father is always working, all year round.

His parents spared no expense in their own spending on food and clothing, but devoted themselves to his education, always giving him the best of everything.

If he occasionally buys half a chicken, his bowl will be absolutely stuffed full.

His parents would specifically choose to eat the chicken heads and feet, which he didn't like.

At this time, my parents would say that they love to eat chicken heads and feet, as they believe it can beautify the skin.

But are there really people who would give up meat and instead prefer to eat these kinds of things?
Time flies, he got into university, finally got a job, and was able to support his family.

However, fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke on him.

Just when their family was thriving, the father fell ill from overwork and passed away.

He never wore a decent piece of clothing in his entire life.

My father was strong enough to support the family, but when he passed away, he was skin and bones.

His father raised him to adulthood, but passed away before he could enjoy his retirement, leaving him to suffer for the rest of his life.

Their father's passing was a devastating blow to them.

In less than half a month, my mother also fell seriously ill due to excessive grief and was diagnosed with cancer.

That day, his mother hugged him, crying, and said, "Mother really doesn't want to die..."

"Mother is gone, who will take care of my son?"

"Your mother hasn't even seen you get married and have children, nor has she held her grandson yet."

No one in the world wants to die, and no one is an exception.

However, reality forces those who don't want to die to die.

Their family was extremely poor and had no means of paying for medical treatment.

The mother knew this clearly, and from that day on, she never mentioned the matter of treating the illness again.

She clearly didn't want to die, but she smiled contradictorily and comforted him, saying she didn't want to waste money and suffer all that trouble.

Of course, even if they wanted to treat it, they were powerless to do so.

All Wu Liang could do was to spend his last days with his family.

He even made plans to follow his mother after she passed away.

My mother is from Yunnan. She loves eating mushrooms from her hometown and wanted to go back to her hometown before she died.

So Wu Liang took his mother back to his hometown and took good care of her there.

However, the rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune always finds those who are unfortunate.

He accidentally ate a plate of Boletus edulis and ended up leaving behind his seriously ill mother.

He wanted to fulfill his filial duties and spend time with his family; his family was his only motivation to live.

However, now that things have come to an end, both his parents from his past life and his younger sister from this life have left him.

He didn't want immortality, he didn't want to become an immortal, he didn't want to be a superior being...

He just wants to go home!
He didn't want to abandon his bedridden mother!

He didn't want his mother to be left without care and not be able to see him one last time!
He didn't want to die like this; he had a reason to live!
……

Wu Liang's dazed eyes gradually brightened.

At that moment, he remembered who he really was and what his obsessions were.

In an instant, the entire River of Oblivion, and even the entire bronze tower, roared and thundered.

The memories that Wu Liang had previously lost came rushing back like fish returning to their nests.

The Formless Order emitted a seven-colored glow, and an inexplicable aura rippled outwards.

"what's the situation?"

"What happened?"

The Blood River Ancestor sensed the unusual activity around him, and his expression changed drastically.

He seemed to remember something and quickly looked at Wu Liang.

Wu Liang, who had been in a daze and was about to drown at the bottom of the river, suddenly came back to life.

An inexplicable aura caused a flood of fragmented memories to rush into his mind.

Once the last fragment of his memory was returned to its rightful owner, Wu Liang finally regained himself.

"who am I?"

Wu Liang asked himself a question, and then, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, he uttered aloud!

"In those days, I drifted like duckweed in a foreign land in spring, and the cold frost looked upon my lonely figure."

"Because of the countless hardships, my will has grown stronger."

"Life and death are determined within the Tower of No Form; one's true nature is proven in the River of Forgetfulness."

"Today I shatter the veil of confusion and see all the humble people under heaven."

He can't forget, and he can't forget, who he really is.

Because of past and present lives, the father bestows the surname and the mother bestows the given name.

I will not change my name or surname; my surname is Wu and my given name is Liang!

"boom!!!"

The formless one unleashes a seven-colored radiance.

The River of Forgotten Home forms a whirlpool centered on Wu Liang.

"This, this, how is this possible!"

When the Blood River Ancestor witnessed this scene, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Deeply shocked, he unconsciously recalled the day when the Formless Celestial Venerable refined the Demon-Suppressing Tower...

That day, the Demon Suppression Tower was greeted by an unimaginable, indescribable, and incomprehensible terrifying aura.

The Blood River Ancestor was trapped at the top of the tower, trembling with fear, as insignificant as an ant.

He, who was once a sixth-level mushroom immortal, was far less than dust under that aura.

He could only humbly look up at that being, whose face he could not make out.

The Formless Celestial Venerable!

Blood River Ancestor had never seen this being before, but for some reason he knew that he was the Formless Celestial Venerable.

He wasn't even qualified to be glanced at by the Formless Celestial Venerable.

He could only watch helplessly as the Formless Celestial Venerable dismantled the entire Demon Suppression Tower, completely altering its appearance.

Blood River Ancestor wanted to break free and be free.

He mustered his courage and loudly begged the Formless Celestial Venerable to release him.

And yet, his voice, that of an ant, actually attracted the attention of the Formless Celestial Venerable.

The Formless Celestial Venerable looked down at him, his voice echoing between heaven and earth. "Thirty thousand years from now, a calamity will ravage the world, destiny will be shaken, and the universe will have a venerable one, named the Xuanhuang Great Celestial Venerable."

"I intend to plan for the future, to transform you into the Evil Beast, and seal you in the Demon Suppression Tower for thirty thousand years."

"You must, 30,000 years from now, in an era when the old Venerable has perished and the new Venerable has not yet emerged, initiate the Formless Inheritance and select a Formless successor."

Upon hearing this, the Blood River Ancestor mustered his courage and said, "Heavenly Venerable, you are the patriarch of the demonic path, my guiding light."

"Please enlighten me, how will I escape this predicament 30,000 years from now when I unlock the Formless Inheritance?"

"And does it really have to be 30,000 years?"

"Thirty thousand years is far too long. Even the Celestial Venerable cannot live that long. Can this junior really live for thirty thousand years?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of the Formless Celestial Venerable resounded in my ears like a great bell.

"Thirty thousand years is the only acceptable amount, not the least."

"I have a magpie's nest to give you a glimmer of hope."

After the Heavenly Venerable Wuxiang finished speaking, two streams of light fell into the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

A streak of light transformed into a magpie's nest, and another streak of light fell to the fourth level and became the River of Oblivion.

"I have always only looked at the results, not the process."

"At that time, only one person can walk out of this Demon Suppression Tower, and that person is my successor, Wuxiang."

"You too can be the only one who can leave this tower."

"However, if you encounter someone who is immune to the River of Oblivion during this period, I advise you to consider yourself unlucky and not to fight with them."

"because……"

"If such a person truly exists, then it can only be I myself who have come here!"

……

When the Blood River Ancestor came to his senses, his eyes were bloodshot and he was terrified.

Looking at Wu Liang, who was enveloped in a seven-colored glow, he could actually sense a trace of the aura of the Formless Celestial Venerable!

Do not!
This is impossible!

I waited bitterly for 30,000 years, and finally got a chance to escape, but instead I was met by the Formless Celestial Venerable!

Where is the promised glimmer of hope?

If I'm told to just accept my bad luck, then all those 30,000 years of waiting have been for nothing?

Fear, resentment, and anger appeared one by one on the face of the Blood River Ancestor.

"No, the Heavenly Venerable Wuxiang once said that he only cares about the result, not the process."

"As long as I become the only one to leave the Demon Suppression Tower, I will be the successor of Wuxiang."

"The Celestial Venerable Wuxiang only advised me not to fight, but he didn't say everything he wanted to say."

"In other words, I still have a chance. I could even become the Formless Celestial Venerable if I just kill this guy who is suspected to be the Formless Celestial Venerable!"

"Right, that is it!"

The Blood River Ancestor muttered incoherently to himself.

Without further hesitation, he forcibly broke through the suppression of the River of Oblivion, risking the loss of his lifespan and the shattering of his dantian.

For a moment, Blood River Ancestor bled from all seven orifices, looking quite terrifying.

However, he disregarded everything else and decisively unleashed a blood-red handprint at Wu Liang!

"You brat, die!!!"

The crimson handprint, with lightning speed, pierced through layers of water and struck Wu Liang.

If hit by this strike, not to mention Wu Liang, a second-level mushroom master, even a fourth or fifth-level mushroom master would be in danger of dying.

Now that Wu Liang has lost the protection of the Tai Sui mushroom, he is completely helpless and can only wait to die.

however……

The seven-colored rays of light from the Wuxiang Order soared into the sky!

The menacing crimson handprint was instantly annihilated.

The seven-colored ray of light that shot into the sky stopped the surging River of Oblivion and the constantly collapsing Demon-Suppressing Tower.

Even the Blood River Ancestor was unable to move under the seven-colored glow.

For a moment, everything in heaven and earth seemed to be frozen in time.

The seven-colored ray of light pierced through the Demon-Suppressing Tower and shot straight into the sky.

In an instant, everyone in Zhaodi Town, and even the entire Western Regions, involuntarily raised their heads.

Whether they were mushroom masters or ordinary people, everyone noticed the dazzling seven-colored light.

This ray of light seems to have triggered some kind of chain reaction.

At the same time, in various parts of the Western Regions.

The seven Wuxiang Tokens, each in the hands of a different person, all emitted a burst of seven-colored light that soared into the sky.

The seven successors of the Formless lineage, whether surprised, angry, happy, or worried, all looked up at the sky in unison.

Then, eight beams of seven-colored light from various parts of the Western Regions converged at the horizon, transforming into a towering figure.

The figure was blurry and indistinct, invisible and intangible.

As this figure appeared, a voice instantly echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."

"I hereby proclaim this to the world and to all people."

"I, the Venerable One who does not belong to this era, the Formless Celestial Venerable, have returned."

"I will transform into one of the eight successors of the Formless Ones and go to the East to reclaim everything."

"I hope the people of this era can let me have fun and not disappoint me..."

As soon as the figure finished speaking, he vanished into thin air along with the rosy clouds, as if he had never existed.

Meanwhile, the nine-story bronze tower.

As the strange phenomenon dissipated, the Blood River Ancestor, who had been unable to move, instantly regained his freedom.

He looked horrified, opened his mouth as if to say something.

However, Wu Liang suddenly turned around, looked at him, and then smiled slightly.

"This junior begs Senior Blood River to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed out.

In an instant, all the remaining seven-colored rays of light surged toward the Blood River Ancestor.

The mighty Blood River Ancestor didn't even have time to let out a scream.

In less than a moment, he was blown into a rain of blood under the seven-colored glow!
After Wu Liang finished doing all this, everything went black and he lost consciousness.

His body, however, slid through the bronze door, detached from the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and sank straight into the Compassionate Mother River…

(The End of Volume One: Zhaodi Town)
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