For two years after the Battle of Fuso, Muyu fell into a deep coma. His body trembled unconsciously in the hospital bed, as if struggling in a painful dream. Today, however, he finally woke up, opened his heavy eyes, and looked blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings around him.

His memories came flooding back, he remembered his name as Makiyu, remembered the terrible battle, remembered his victory over Izanami. However, he always felt that something was missing from his memory, as if an important memory had been erased, or that an important person had disappeared from his memory.

He tried to remember, but the shadow remained blurry, as if shrouded in a thick fog. He tried to grasp the ethereal shadow, but he was greeted only by the pain of his heart. Mu Yu covered his head in pain, he found that his memories were like a kite with a broken string, floating in the depths of his mind, and he couldn't grasp it.

Whenever Mu Yu tried to think of the figure, his brain would ache violently, as if a sharp knife was stirring in his skull. The pain was indescribable, and it came like a tidal wave, confusing his mind and preventing him from reminiscing further.

His hands would grapple tightly at his head, trying to alleviate the pain, but to no avail. His face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his body trembled in intense pain. The pain went deep into his bone marrow and he couldn't bear it.

He tried to ignore the pain, forcing himself to think of the figure, but each attempt brought more pain. His brain seemed to protect him, preventing him from remembering those painful memories.

Fang Tongkai was still chattering with Mu Yu about the changes in the past two years. Fuso, which was once the most sacred place in their hearts, is now in the hands of the Amaterasu Shin and has become their ruling domain. And the Olympic Mountain, which was once their dream and hope, has also been ruled by the gods of Zeus at this time, and has become a symbol of their power.

Fang Tongkai's words revealed deep worry and helplessness. The transformation of Fusang undoubtedly symbolizes a transfer of power and a change of order. And the change of ownership of the Olympic Mountains made them feel an indescribable sense of frustration. How much they had worked to protect the world, and now they watched it fall into the hands of others.

Mu Yu listened quietly, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart. These changes made them feel an irresistible pressure, but they also understood that it was all they had to face. They can't give up, they can't back down, because they know that only they can change it all.

Fang Tongkai's words continued, and his eyes flashed with determination. He knew that they still had hope and a chance. They must take heart and fight for the sake of this world, for what they believe in.

In this mysterious and vast world, Tianzhu, like the Northland, is a vast land. There are also five heavenly gods here, and they have great power in their hands. They use mystical spells and rituals to communicate with the gods and gain divine power to protect the land and their people.

At this time, the Northland also saw the rise of Valhalla. These heroes are all heroes who have left a great name in history. Their strength and wisdom during their lifetimes have been preserved forever by Valhalla, and they have become a powerful force that guards the peace and prosperity of the Northlands.

The sand dunes, this mysterious and desolate place, have the legend of the Nine Pillars God. These gods represent the nine forces of the desert, which are life, death, storm, thunder, fire, frost, light, darkness, and the 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 Huaxia was too powerful for the older generation, and the power of the gods could never be fully awakened. Although the gods of Huaxia possess an innate mysterious power, in this world, they have never been able to fully grasp this power. Their predecessors had left behind too much strength and wisdom for the Chinese gods to never surpass their ancestors.

In this mysterious and vast world, various forces are intertwined to form a magnificent picture. Whether it is the five heavenly gods of Tianzhu, the Valhalla of the Northland, the Nine Pillars of the sand dunes, or the older generation of gods in China, they are all guarding this world in their own ways.

Fang Tongkai gently handed a mobile phone to Mu Yu. On the screen of your phone, a video is playing. It was an extremely powerful video of a fierce battle.

In the video, two warriors are facing each other, they are a god disciple and an old man from China. The disciple was dressed in a black battle suit, his face was grim, and his momentum was like a rainbow. The old man of Huaxia looked kind and kind, and his posture was vigorous, like an ordinary old man, but his eyes showed firm determination.

As soon as the battle began, the Divine Disciple unleashed a fierce attack, his movements as fast as lightning, and each attack carried a fierce wind. The old man of Huaxia defused the attack of the gods with his ingenious body skills and superb martial arts, and his moves flowed smoothly, as if he was dancing.

The battle between the two causes a sea change in the surrounding environment. The air around them seemed to be torn apart by their movements, and unseen air currents stirred in the air. Every impact was like a collision of two forces, shaking the surrounding dust.

Mu Yu took the phone, and the battle in the video kept him engaged. He saw the ruthlessness and strength of the gods, and also saw the tenacity and wisdom of the old man in China. Their battle is like an artistic performance, with both power and skill.

"Is this our future adversary?" 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 eerie. What he saw was an unbridled force, a mystical power that controlled the workings of the world, a deep knowledge beyond human comprehension.

His gaze fell on the distance, where there was a group of people, they were different, they possessed extraordinary abilities, they were revered as gods. Their power is incredibly powerful and can even change the rules of the world. However, in front of this group of magical guys, the old man of Huaxia still suppressed them steadily.

The old man, who looked kind and kind-eyed, had white hair, and looked like a man of the world. Yet in front of him, the gods were unable to exert their power and escape his control. His eyes were as deep as the sea, as if he could see 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 plain, but they were like a hammer that slammed into the hearts of the disciples. He went on to say, "You have to follow the rules, you have to respect life. "His voice was not high, but it was full of power.