From the first moment he stepped into the dream, Mu Yang felt that something important had been overlooked by him. He asked himself what had gone wrong. But no matter how hard I meditated, I couldn't find the answer.

This waste star doesn't seem to be quite the same as I imagined......

What's the difference?

Obviously, everything is exactly the same as the waste star in his memory, there is no difference.

It's too familiar, everything in front of you is too familiar.

Mu Yang is 100% sure that this is the waste star in his memory, not anywhere else.

"It's all too familiar...... It's so familiar, it's weird, isn't it? ”

Suddenly, Mu Yang caught the shadow of the answer in a flash in the chaos. He began to scrutinize it, peeling off little by little the camouflage that adorned the truth. The closer he got to the truth, the more he shuddered. When the truth was finally shown naked in front of him, he was surprised to find that the truth answer had always been around him.

He chose to turn a blind eye.

"Every year, three million pieces of garbage are dumped on the planet, and the old garbage is constantly being landfilled into the earth, and new garbage is piled up on the planet's surface.

"The scene of the garbage area is changing all the time, and even the elderly who have lived here all their lives often get lost."

"But why do I think every plant and tree here is familiar?"

"Because it's not a dream at all, it's a memory of mine. What I returned to was not the 'waste star in the dream', but the 'waste star in memory'. ’”

Mu Yang seemed to have an understanding and raised his head. The Faceless Man's arm hooked right in front of him. Mu Yang calmly watched as the Faceless Man's fingers stretched out to him, calmly watched the Faceless Man's arm turn to ashes, and watched the Faceless's massive body disappear into the air.

He withdrew his sword. In the distance, more faceless people were gathering, and the black pressure was like a flock of crows crossing the line.

Mu Yang ignored him, he sat cross-legged on the ground, and the reasoning continued.

"The moment I walked out of the garbage area, I made a fatal mistake. This is the world of my memory, and everything that exists is in accordance with my memory; Everything that exists is in line with my memory. ”

"I wanted to look for 'references' in the depths of the wilderness. But even I don't know what lies in the depths of the wilderness, how can I find it? ”

"The 'reference' has already appeared, and must be in the place I am most familiar with."

"What exactly is a 'reference'?"

In the next second, Mu Yang raised his head, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"It turned out to be ......"

“…… So?! ”

The moment Mu Yang remembered it, he also forgot it!

Forgetting is faster than he can find a reference. Again, he rubbed shoulders with the references.

However, the only thing he remembers this time is - to go back to the garbage area! That reference between dreams and reality is in the garbage area!

Go home. This thought became an obsession planted deep in his heart. He stood up, facing the black figure in the sky, and looked around with his sword drawn. He was no longer the confused soul giant in the wilderness, he had found his way forward. Even if thousands of people in the wilderness stood in his way, he would set sail.

The black crowd on the horizon rushed towards him, like a river, like a mountain, like a sea, like the unattainable and boundless sky.

There is no way back.

Then come on!

With his sword in his hand and without fear on his face, he walked towards the crowd, his pace quickening, and gradually turned into a wild run.

The two sides were hand-to-hand. Countless identical faces looked at him, and countless pairs of dense hands reached out to him. At that moment, he was deeply trapped in the enemy formation, and he was defeated by 10,000. Someone stretched out his hand to grab him, and he struck with his sword; Someone stopped him with brute force, and he broke it with a sword; Someone attacked it with an unknown attack, and he broke it with a sword; A crowd rose up to attack him, and he broke it with a sword; Someone fell into the dust, grabbing his ankles and knees in the confusion. His king did not stay, but still broke it with a sword.

Four acts in a lifetime, breaking the river, moving mountains, reclamation, and opening the sky.

I cut the river with one force; I move mountains with my life; I flattened the sea with a rage; I open the world with one heart.

Countless pedestrians fell one after another, and he turned into a black god of death in the sea of people, and everywhere he went, everyone retreated.

He has stepped into "self-forgetfulness". Trying to turn the tide of the frenzy with one enemy and one effort is a martial arts trial that cannot be simulated by any training and actual combat in reality. In the world of the end of the universe, where human beings have stepped into the universe, personal force has long been spurned, and technology and mental power are the mainstream that guide the new era. It is only in a dream realm that you can experience such a pure trial, and there is only one person in the whole universe, Mu Yang, who is fortunate to step into such a realm in half a step in this life.

More and more Faceless people are coming from all sides of the memory world, trying to stop this unruly soul. Mu Yang rushed up, he crossed countless corpses and sea of people, broke through the barrier of crowds, broke through the boundaries of wilderness and civilization, rushed to his homeland, and ten years later, he rushed to his hometown ten years ago!

In an instant, he was like a tiger descending from the mountain, crossing the river and a wild dragon, tearing through the first line of defense in the crowd and entering the industrial zone!

More faceless people swirled over, most of them under three meters, weak in strength; But the advantage is that there are a large number of ants, like ants in the nest, densely gathered around, but it is more difficult.

Muyang's advance was forced to slow down. One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion. A large number of faceless men took the opportunity to pounce, some wrapped around his bare feet and his legs, others hugged his waist and grabbed his shoulders, trying to stop him from moving forward.

He wields his sword and fights. But a low wail began to emanate from the steel blade. It's too old, it's too old. It had already drunk too much blood for its master, and small cracks began to appear on the blade, and with Mu Yang's big slash, the thin and invisible cracks were gradually expanding.

To make matters worse, the rate at which his memories are forgotten has reached a critical point and is beginning to pick up. Mu Yang tried to keep his eyes open, trying to see the road in front of him, but the sparkle in his eyes began to disappear, and those soul seeds that had been devoured by him flew from all directions, wrapped around him, and connected into layers of thick skin. His silhouette grew larger, reaching more than three meters tall, and growing wildly toward a higher height.

He's turning back into the stubborn, roaming soul giant of the wilderness.

Fight, fight, fight, fight.

Let the dead rest in peace and let the living burn; Let the sea boil and let the canopy of heaven collapse.

Behind him, more and more hands grabbed his torso and limbs; The pace of his progress gradually slowed down, and there was a tendency to go backwards. The black crowd kept pushing forward, engulfing him whole.