Strange white ceilings. The pen is similar to formalin in www.biquge.info hospital, but there are subtle and different smells of potions. and the faint shouts that came from my ears, as if separated by a membrane.

These are Zheng Yan's first impressions of the world after waking up.

He blinked slowly, finally hearing what the people were arguing about: "...... He woke up...... Go and inform Mr. Zheng......"

Zheng Yan frowned, the information contained in that long dream was so huge that his brain was aching all the time. These commotions sounded particularly odious to him. However, it did not make him uncomfortable for long, and the noise gradually quieted down, and only the monotonous dripping sound of the instrument remained in the room.

Zheng Yan let out a long breath, adjusting to the huge amount of information that was suddenly stuffed into his mind, and then couldn't help but show a wry smile, and secretly slandered himself: If you are shocked by the amount of information brought by your own memory and become an idiot, it will be really fun......

Thinking of this, he realized that this place was no longer a flood.

A soft ray of sunlight shone in through the window, spreading a patch of bright white on the edge of the bed. The silvery-gray instrument placed in front of it emitted an icy dripping sound. On the table to his right, a vase of flowers, a few pale pink flowers poking out of it, became the only vibrant color in the room.

"It's ...... Coming back?"

Zheng Yan slowly held his breath and raised his right hand in front of him.

The needle that had pierced the blood vessel in the back of his hand stinged with his movements, but he completely ignored it.

What appeared in front of me was a hand that was pale and thin because it had not seen sunlight for many years, and blue and purple veins could be seen on the back of the hand - this was by no means the familiar hand that belonged to the great power of the wilderness.

It was only at this time that Zheng Yan had a sense of realism that had returned.

"I'm back, here'...... Earth, the earth I live in!"

Originally, I thought that I would have to wait for hundreds of millions of years to survive the immeasurable tribulation, or to unify all the time and space of the past and future with the Dao Mixed Element, before I had the opportunity to return to Earth again, but I didn't expect to return to my hometown once I fell.

Zheng Yan took a deep breath, as if he had let go of something, fell back with a joyful smile, and laughed softly: "Fuck your mother's three-clan war, fuck your mother's immeasurable tribulation, go to your mother's heavenly cause, Dao Ye, I won't participate!"

When Zheng Yan woke up earlier, he had already alarmed the doctors and nurses on duty, and soon his room was filled with a group of medical personnel, and various examination instruments were inserted into his body.

"Mr. Zheng Yan, congratulations on finally waking up after three years in a coma, presumably your parents will be very happy to hear the news. The doctor who examined him looked at the instrument and said with a smile: "Your body is recovering well, and you can be discharged from the hospital after a few days of observation." ”

"Thank you, wait......" Halfway through thanks, Zheng Yan withdrew his gaze from the green outside the window, looked into the doctor's eyes in disbelief, and repeated: "I've been in a coma for three years?

"Well, yes. The doctor on the other side paused slightly, stood up, and his tone revealed a little inexplicable meaning, "The world has changed a lot in the past three years, if Mr. Zheng Yan is free, he might as well read the news on the Internet, he may feel ...... Well, it's incredible, maybe it's okay. ”

Zheng Yan looked at him with puzzled eyes.

But it is clear that this doctor does not have the patience to give the patient a popular science. Facing Zheng Yan's inquisitive gaze, he just put away the things he was holding, put on a kind smile and told him to rest, and then simply opened the door and walked away.

...... Do doctors like to talk so much these days, saying half hiding and half hiding?

Zheng Yan silently muttered, closed his eyes and continued to adapt to the incredibly large memories in his mind.

Although it is a memory, for him, this memory is more like watching a movie, even if every detail can be remembered clearly, it is still separated from himself.

He seemed to be stripped into two parts, one part followed the memory of himself, crisscrossing the desolate world, with boundless magic power and vast magical powers in every gesture, and the other part floated in the infinite height, watching everything he experienced at that time from a purely bystander's perspective.

In the chaos, the concept of time and space has not yet been born, heaven and earth have not been opened, there is no distinction between up and down, left and right, there is no difference between the past, the present and the future, this is the beginning of the beginning, the beginning of everything.

Later, Pangu waved the axe of opening the sky, and from then on, chaos opened up, Hongmeng was first judged, and the first wisp of innate Hongmeng purple qi was born.

108,000 years later, the heaven and the earth were first formed, the pure qi rose to the sky, and the turbid qi descended to the earth, but Pangu had died of exhaustion, becoming the heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, and all things in the universe, and evolved into the desolate continent.

That innate Hongmeng purple qi wandered in this vast and boundless desolate world for an unknown number of years, and gradually opened up his spiritual wisdom, remembering his past life, and remembering that he came from the earth after countless epochs.

At first, he was frightened because of his heels, after all, in the many small talk books he had seen in his previous life, there were nine Hongmeng purple gases, as the foundation of the avenue, the opportunity to become holy, how many great supernatural powers fought for a Hongmeng purple qi and broke their heads and bled endlessly, you don't see the first unlucky person in the flood wilderness, Hongyun Ancestor, died because of the Hongmeng purple qi in his hand.

Later, after staying in the flood wilderness for a long time, I realized that it was not like that at all.

The statement that Hongmeng Purple Qi fixed the holy position is completely fabricated by later novelists, and the mixed Yuan Dao fruit surpasses everything, omnipotent, omniscient, indestructible, and eternal, how can it be because it is only a foreign thing!

There are also many novels that blow the godlike creation jade disc, in fact, it is just a relatively powerful magic weapon in Hongjun's hand, at most, that Hongjun Dao Ancestor feels that this magic weapon is more convenient and uses it more.

After all, there is a gap between the legend and the truth, especially the things of the flood era, which have been washed away by hundreds of millions of years, and many legends of later generations cannot be believed.

After understanding this, he began to feel at ease and boldly contact those innate beings, even if he called himself Hongmeng Daoist, he didn't see anyone knock on the door and take him as a so-called opportunity for sanctification.

When he stumbled all the way and became a great supernatural person who was in the wilderness at that time, he fell during the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation, and then he traveled back to the earth countless epochs later.

Before his fall, Sanqing had not yet obtained the mixed yuan, and the later Daozu Hongjun had not yet attained enlightenment.

Perhaps because of being washed away by time, Zheng Yan didn't have a deep sense of integration when he saw these memories, and he broke free from his memories, only feeling that he was stuffed into a huge database in his head. Other than that, he wasn't very different from the high school student he was before he fell into a coma.

No, there is still a difference.

This memory from the ancient wilderness is the biggest difference!

Zheng Yan, who had just smoothed out his memory, shook his head and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table - this was left by the doctor just now, saying that it was his spare mobile phone, which had been connected to the wifi in the hospital, so that Zheng Yan could check the changes in the past three years.

It stands to reason that after three years, according to the development trend of smartphones before he fell into a coma, it should have become something similar to black technology a long time ago, but the mobile phone lying in his hand is still a familiar formula and a familiar taste...... Apple 7?

"Has the development of science and technology stagnated? I thought that Apple would come out in the 10s, or is it that doctors are too poor to afford it?" Zheng Yan couldn't help but complain, and then began to rummage through the phone, intending to check the changes in the last three years, when suddenly the phone buzzed, and a push message appeared on the screen:

"Live broadcast: The power of Qi refining! Liu Fengnan, the first master of the Liu family in Changming City, challenges the Yunliu Tiger alone!"