In the two years after the Battle of Fuso, Mu Yu had been in a deep coma. His body was shaking unconsciously on the hospital bed, as if struggling in a painful dream. However, today, he finally woke up, opened his heavy eyes, and looked blankly at the unfamiliar environment around him.
His memories came flooding back. He remembered that his name was Mu Yu, he remembered that tragic battle, and he remembered that he defeated Izanami. However, he always felt that something was missing from his memory, as if an important memory had been erased, or an important person had disappeared from his memory.
He tried to remember, but the shadow was always blurry, as if shrouded in thick fog. He tried to catch the ethereal shadow, but what greeted him was only heartbreaking pain. Mu Yu covered his head in pain. He found that his memory was like a kite with a broken string, floating in the depths of his mind, and he could not catch it.
Whenever Mu Yu tried to think of that figure, his brain would hurt violently, as if a sharp knife was stirring inside his skull. The pain could not be described in words. It came like a tide, confusing his thinking and preventing him from recalling further.
He would clutch his head tightly with his hands, trying to relieve the pain, but it was to no avail. His face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his body was shaking in severe pain. The pain penetrated deep into his bones and made him unbearable.
He tried to ignore the pain and force himself to think of the figure, but every attempt would bring more pain. His mind seemed to be protecting him, preventing him from recalling those painful memories.
Fang Tongkai was still chattering to Mu Yu about the changes in the past two years. Fuso, which was once the most sacred place in their hearts, has now been controlled by the Amaterasu disciples and has become their domain of rule. The Olympic Mountains, which were once their dreams and hopes, have now been controlled by Zeus's disciples and have become their symbol of power.
Fang Tongkai's words revealed deep worry and helplessness. The transformation of Fuso undoubtedly symbolizes a transfer of power and a change of order. The change of ownership of the Olympic Mountains made them feel an indescribable sense of frustration. They have worked so hard to protect this world, but now they are watching it fall into the control of others.
Mu Yu listened quietly, with an indescribable emotion welling up in his heart. These changes made them feel an irresistible pressure, but they also understood that they had to face all this. They cannot give up or retreat because they know that only they can change everything.
Fang Tongkai continued to speak, his eyes shining with determination. He knew that they still had hope and a chance. They must rise up and fight for the world and what they believe in.
In this mysterious and vast world, Tianzhu is a vast land just like Beidi. There are also five divine disciples here who possess powerful power. They used mysterious spells and rituals to communicate with the gods and gain divine power to protect the land and their people.
At this time, the rise of the Hall of Valor also appeared in the Northland. These heroic spirits are all heroic figures who have left a great reputation in the long history. Their strength and wisdom during their lifetimes were permanently preserved by the Hall of Valor, becoming a powerful force guarding the peace and prosperity of the North.
Sand Dunes, this mysterious and desolate place, has the legend of the Nine Pillars. These gods represent the nine forces in the desert, namely life, death, storm, thunder, fire, ice, light, darkness and void. In the desert, the power of the Nine Pillars is everywhere. They control the forces of nature and maintain the balance of the desert.
However, in this world, only China has never been able to fully awaken the power of the disciples because the older generation is too powerful. Although the divine disciples of China possess innate mysterious power, they have never been able to fully master this power in this world. Their predecessors left behind so much strength and wisdom that the Chinese disciples have never been able to surpass their predecessors.
In this mysterious and vast world, various forces are intertwined to form a magnificent picture. Whether it is the five heavenly disciples in Tianzhu, the Hall of Heroes in the North, the Nine Pillar Gods in the Sand Dunes, or the older generation of divine disciples in China, they are all guarding the world in their own ways.
Fang Tongkai gently handed a mobile phone to Mu Yu. On the phone screen, a video is playing. It was an extremely shocking video, recording a fierce battle.
In the video, two warriors were confronting each other. They were a god disciple and an old Chinese man. The disciple of the god was wearing a black battle suit, his face was stern, and his aura was like a rainbow. The old man from China looked kind-hearted and strong, like an ordinary old man, but his eyes showed firm determination.
As soon as the battle began, the divine disciple launched a fierce attack. His movements were as fast as lightning, and every attack carried a sharp wind sound. The old Chinese man, on the other hand, used his ingenious movement and superb martial arts to neutralize the attack of the divine disciple. His moves were smooth and flowing, as if he were dancing.
The battle between the two caused great changes in the surrounding environment. The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by their movements, and invisible air currents stirred in the air. Every impact was like the collision of two forces, causing dust to fly around.
Mu Yu took the phone and couldn't take his eyes off the battle in the video. He saw the coldness and strength of the divine disciple, and also saw the tenacity and wisdom of the Chinese old man. Their battle is like an artistic interpretation, with both an impact of strength and a competition of skills.
"Is this our future opponent?" Mu Yu asked softly, his eyes full of awe and respect.
Mu Yu slowly opened his eyes, and he saw a world that had changed. Everything that was once familiar is now strange and strange. What he saw was an unbridled power, a mysterious power that controls the operation of the world, and profound knowledge that transcends human understanding.
His sight fell in the distance. There was a group of people there. They were different, they had extraordinary abilities, and they were respected as god disciples. Their power is so powerful that they can even change the rules of the world. However, in front of this group of magical guys, the old man from China still suppressed them steadily.
The old man looked kind-hearted, with white hair, and looked like a master from this world. However, in front of him, the disciples of the gods were unable to exert their power and could not escape his control. His eyes were as deep as the sea, as if he could see through everything. His tone was as calm as water, but full of majesty.
He said: "This world is not a toy that you can manipulate at will." His words were ordinary, but they were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the disciples. He continued: "You must abide by the rules and respect life." His voice was not high, but it was full of power.
