Landing in the Fantastic World

Looking at Mu Yu who was lying in a pool of blood and on the verge of death, the pedestrians on the road looked at him coldly. They all walked around him, but no one came forward to save him.    

    

To them, it was just a beggar. What did life or death have to do with them?    

    

The cold world, the cold people.    

    

"Little Yu, Little Yu."    

    

Just as Mu Yu's life was about to end, he heard his parents calling out to him.    

    

"Father, mother."    

    

Mu Yu struggled to open his eyes and saw his parents appear in front of him.    

    

"Yes, I am not a beggar. I have parents."    

    

Part of Mu Yu's memory began to recover. He recalled many things that happened when he was young.    

    

"Little Yu, don't sleep. You have to wake up."    

    

His parents' eyes were filled with encouragement.    

    

"But I'm really tired. Let me sleep for a while."    

    

Mu Yu closed his eyes again. He really wanted to sleep like this and never wake up.    

    

"Mr Mu / junior brother."    

    

At this time, a few beautiful figures appeared in Mu Yu's mind. They smiled like flowers and looked at Mu Yu gently.    

    

"You are... senior sister, Yanran, Ruolan?"    

    

Mu Yu's memories flooded into his mind. Gradually, his eyes became clear again.    

    

"I am Mu Yu. I cannot die here. There are still many people who care about me and love me. They are waiting for me."    

    

Mu Yu's memories were completely restored. His life force continued to flow into his body.    

    

Suddenly, the scene in front of him shattered like glass.    

    

Mu Yu discovered that he had once again returned to the Boundless Mountain.    

    

"So it turns out that I've always been here and have never left." Mu Yu suddenly understood.    

    

"You have actually broken away from the artistic conception of my Supreme Wangqing Sword."    

    

Yim Jinghong looked at him with a surprised expression, "According to the records in the giant rock, after mastering the Supreme Wangqing Sword, in the past few decades, no one has been able to break through the intent of my sword. You are the first one to tell me how you broke free from my intent. "    

    

"The intent realm of this sword is very strong. Actually, I don't know how I broke out of it either."    

    

Mu Yu also had a blank look on his face. He was telling the truth.    

    

"That's really strange."    

    

Yim Jinghong was also puzzled. He took out an old white jade pendant and handed it to Mu Yu. "This jade pendant is the proof of passing the level. You are the first person to obtain this jade pendant. Congratulations."    

    

Mu Yu took the jade pendant. On the surface of the jade pendant was engraved the dragon totem of Northwest Spiritual Academy.    

    

"You can leave now."    

    

Yim Jinghong turned around and went back to the edge of the cliff. "By the way, what's your name?"    

    

"Mu Yu." Mu Yu replied.    

    

Yim Jinghong said in his heart, "You are a very special person. I will record everything that happened today on the giant rock. If you come to the peak of Boundless Mountain again in the future, tell me your name. I will remember you. "    

    

"Alright, Senior Yan, then I will take my leave."    

    

Mu Yu looked at Yim Jinghong's lonely back, cupped his hands, and left the mountain peak.    

    

"Supreme Wangqing Sword. I didn't expect that the extinct ancient sword technique would reappear in this world."    

    

A familiar voice sounded in Mu Yu's mind as soon as he left the mountain peak.    

    

"Senior Feng? Is that you?"    

    

Ever since the last beast hunting event, Wind Sage Ruler had helped him kill Chief Leader of the Red Scarf. It was as if Wind Sage Ruler had fallen into a deep sleep. Mu Yu had called for him many times, but he had never responded.