In the deep dreamland, Mu Yu felt his own existence. He seemed to be wandering in an endless nothingness, without beginning or end, without limit. He tried to struggle, tried to call out, but found that he could not make any response. He tried to touch, to feel, but found that his senses could not perceive anything. He was trapped in this endless void, alone and helpless.
However, as time passed, Mu Yu's consciousness began to gradually return. He could feel his heartbeat, his breathing, and his thinking becoming clearer. He could feel his body gradually recovering and his vitality gradually increasing.
His eyes slowly opened, and the sun shone in from the window and sprinkled on his body. His eyes gradually focused, and what he saw was the familiar ceiling, the familiar room, and everything familiar. He moved his fingers slightly and felt that his fingers were gradually regaining consciousness. He tried to move his body and felt that his body was gradually regaining its vitality.
Mu Yu took a deep breath and felt his lungs sucking in fresh air. His heart is beating, his blood is flowing, and his mind is clearing. He looked at his hands, at his body, at everything about him. He knew that he had regained himself, that he had broken free from the endless nothingness.
He lay quietly on the bed, feeling his body gradually recovering and his vitality gradually increasing.
Mu Yu lay quietly on the comfortable bed. He slowly opened his eyes, which were a pair of eyes like the deep starry sky, containing an indescribable light.
His body seemed to be wrapped in a warm force. It was a long-lost feeling that filled his heart with anticipation. He turned his head slightly and glanced at the corner of the room, where there was a little fat man
When Mu Yu moved his body slightly, the vitality in the air seemed to be stirred up in circles. Fang Tongkai's body stiffened instantly. He clenched the pencil in his hand, feeling a little at a loss for a moment. He carefully raised his head and looked at Mu Yu, his bright eyes flashing with surprise and a hint of fear.
"You...are you awake?" Fang Tongkai's voice was trembling.
Mu Yu looked at him with a smile, and the fluctuations of vitality seemed to form an invisible protective layer around his body. He said softly: "Yes, I'm awake. Thank you for always being here with me."
Fang Tongkai seemed a little relieved when he heard this.
Mu Yu lay quietly on the hospital bed, his eyes empty, as if he was chasing some distant shadow. Two years are enough for the outside world to undergo earth-shaking changes. But he has been immersed in a comatose dream, unaware of the changes in the outside world.
At this time, Mu Yu's consciousness gradually returned. He tried hard to open his eyes, but his heavy eyelids seemed to be locked and could not be opened. In the blur, he vaguely felt someone talking quietly around him. Their voices were like ethereal echoes, making it impossible for him to capture specific words.
"Mu Yu, you're finally awake! Great!" A familiar and excited voice sounded in his ears. He opened his eyes hard and saw familiar and unfamiliar faces. His friends, their faces full of worry and exhaustion. However, there was an indescribable joy in their eyes.
"It's been two years, and you finally woke up! We've been waiting for you!" They said in a hurry, as if they wanted to use this method to cover up their inner excitement.
Mu Yu struggled to sit up, his body was weak and weak. He looked at everything around him and found that he was in a strange place - an ancient temple full of mystery. He couldn't help but wonder, where is this place? Why is he here?
Just when he was confused, a mysterious light shone from the depths of the temple. After the light dissipated, an old man in a robe appeared in front of him. The old man was smiling, and his eyes revealed an unfathomable wisdom.
"Welcome, Mu Yu. This is the trip to Fusang." The old man said with a smile.
Mu Yu was stunned. A trip to Fuso? It is a fabled place and it is said that only the bravest and wisest can find it. This is actually a trip to Fuso? He couldn't believe his eyes.
"In the past two years, many changes have taken place in the world. God's disciples have begun to come to the forefront, and God's disciples from various countries have also appeared one after another." The old man explained to him.
God disciple? What does it mean? Mu Yu felt confused. However, when he tried to ask more questions, the old man disappeared without a trace.
Mu Yu's body gradually recovered, and he began to understand this mysterious world. He found that this world was no longer the world he knew. New powers, new enemies, and new challenges are waiting for him to face.
In the depths of Fuso's trip, Mu Yu met many people who had the same special powers as him. They come from different countries and different cultural backgrounds, but they all have the same goal - to fight for world peace.
With their help, Mu Yu gradually adapted to this new world. He learned how to use his powers, how to cooperate with other disciples, and how to face challenges from unknown areas.
Among the magnificent scenery of the Olympus Mountains, the most prominent ones are undoubtedly the disciples of the gods and gods who live on the top of the mountain. With unparalleled strength and wisdom, they completely mastered this magnificent mountain range.
Some of these gods are as elegant as poetry, some are as powerful as lions. They either soar in the clouds and mist in the mountains, or perch on steep rocks. Their existence makes the Olympic Mountains not only a natural mountain range. , it is a mysterious mythical world.
Their faces are engraved with extraordinary dignity and majesty, and their bright eyes shine like stars. Their postures are strong and tall, like guardians of the earth, standing on the top of Olympus forever.
Their robes are woven from clouds and sunlight, elegant and full of vitality. Blown by the wind, these robes seemed to whisper, telling the world about the majesty and power of the gods. What they hold in their hands is the scepter and symbol that gives them power, emitting a dazzling light.
Under their rule, the Olympic Mountains became more solemn and mysterious. All living creatures coexist harmoniously under their protection, forming a perfect mythical world. These divine disciples are not only the guardians of the mountains, but also the sustenance and hope in human hearts.
Deep in the Olympic Mountains, among the mysterious altars and temples, curls of cigarette smoke continue to rise. This is human beings' respect and prayer for the gods, and it is also the eternal contract between them and the gods.
In this mysterious and majestic world, the most prominent ones are undoubtedly the disciples of the gods who control Mount Olympus. Their existence makes this mountain range not only a natural mountain range, but also a world full of mystery and myth.
