For two days and two nights, the air was still thick with dust.

One of the roots lifted a piece of the tree on his body and came out of the soil.

patted the tattered Taoist robe that was dirty to black, covered his mouth and nose with a root, and raised his eyes to look around, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

Arigen took a step and ran in the direction of the top of the mountain.

He ran to the top of the mountain.

Stood on the cliff.

At the top of the cliff, a sword is stuck diagonally.

A broken sword.

A large section of the sword blade was skewed into the cracks in the ground, and the brown hilt and small section of the sword blade exposed to the air were full of cracks.

In the dust, a piece of broken wings fell.

Transparent thin wings, swirling in the air, slowly falling.

Fell to the top of the hilt.

A root observes the clear veins on the transparent wings.

He saw his wings blown up by the wind again.

With it, there was also a broken sword shattered into powder.

Facing the wind, Yougen looked up, but still couldn't see anything clearly.

Sunlight shines through the cracks in the dust.

Under the dust, it is like night.

"Senior brother. Yougen looked at the darkness above his head, his lips squirmed, and he called softly.

On the top of the barren mountain, there is only the sound of the howling wind.

There is a root standing on the cliff.

Stood for a long time.

Then, Yougen tore off a corner of his robe, found some muddy water nearby, wet the torn robe, covered his mouth and nose with a damp cloth, and wrapped it around his head.

After wrapping the damp cloth, Yougen returned to the cliff and sat cross-legged where the broken sword had been inserted.

Closing the palm of the hand that was no longer painful, Yougen closed his eyes and silently recited the heart formula, and began to draw qi into the body.

At first, the vitality between heaven and earth rushed into the rooted mud pill palace, and through a specific vein, it merged into the dantian.

Soon, the vitality between heaven and earth began to penetrate every inch of skin on Yougen's body.

Converged into rivers of golden smoke, infused into the dantian, and the sand grains that had become transparent to nothingness.

As a result, the grains of sand gradually solidified.

In the dark, it is impossible to understand the loss of time, but when the sand grains in the body reappear yellowish, there is a root that ends the qi induction.

He decided to go down.

Because he was so hungry that he couldn't support it anymore.

There are no more trails in the mountains.

Yougen lowered his head, in the dark, towards the foot of the mountain, carefully walking on the rugged mountain wall.

The altitude of Huangwai Mountain is still more than 200 meters, and because of the collapse of the mountain, the whole mountain will tremble most of the time.

Cracked mountains collapse from time to time in many places.

So it took eight hours to get down the mountain.

The sky was still covered with a thick layer of dust, but under the dust, it was not completely dark.

Facing the hazy sunset, Yougen sighed slightly, and the feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe suddenly welled up in his depressed heart.

But he couldn't laugh.

There are cracks in the ground at the foot of the mountain, and the road is not easy to walk, but it is much better than climbing on the cracked mountain.

At the very least, there is a root that can use the vitality injected into the leg to start the journey.

But even with the leap, it still took four hours for Yougen to see the night sky with a vast sea of stars in the still turbid air.

I found a tree at random, climbed on it, closed my eyes and rested for the night.

In fact, Yougen slept directly for thirteen hours.

When he woke up, it was already dawn.

There was a glimmer of eyes, staring at the dazzling golden rays that fell from the gaps in the leaves.

He found himself hungrier.

He took off the robe wrapped around his face, stood up from the trunk of the tree, and Yougen, who did not know where he was and had no hunting experience, covered his belly and swallowed the sparse foam in his mouth.

Then, he saw a pool of water.

Originally, this was supposed to be a river, but when the Wild Mountains collapsed, the river was blocked, and a water pool was formed.

But that's not the most important thing for Yougen.

On top of that, on the stagnant water, there are many fish.

Many dead fish that were flipped upside down, revealing white bellies.

There are a lot of fish, and the big fish are fat.

Yougen had never made a fire, but through the TV and computer, he had seen how others had made fire.

He knew what a log was, and he knew what flint was.

So he scooped up a fat fish, and after removing the scales and organs, he found some dead grass and two stones that smelled of gunpowder.

Then, there was a root and began to light the fire.

Played for an hour.

The grass didn't burn, and the stones shattered.

Yougen went to find a trunk of a tree, took a branch with a slightly pointed tip, and began to drill wood.

Drilled for two hours.

The logs were not burning, and the bark of the branches was worn out.

With an angry look on his face, Yougen threw the broken bark branch on the ground beside him, and the gravel that had just been broken by himself shouted: "The master has decided, Lao Tzu wants to eat it raw!"

The branches hit the rocks on the ground.

Knocked out a few sparks.

Mars fell to the ground, into the dry grass that had a root ready for it.

The dead grass began to smoke.

Yougen looked at the rising smoke in a daze, was speechless for a moment, and began to add firewood.

The fire ignited.

After eating three fatty fish in a row, one patted his stomach, sat on a horizontal trunk of a big tree, and watched the sunset hanging in the west.

I watched it for a long time.

At night, Yougen picked up dozens of gravel pieces, sat on the trunk of a tree, and while staring at the quiet and peaceful Milky Way above his head, he used his arm strength to hit the water ten meters away from him with the stone.

He's playing with water.

It's boring to play.

It's lonely.

After using up all the stones around him, Yougen meditated on the mental method and began to guide the vitality into the dantian.

The color of the sand grains in the dantian is a little deeper.

Finally returned to orange and yellow.

Then, Arigen looked at the drawing on the back of his left hand.

Under the gentle starlight, the brown sword body in the picture flashed with a faint silver light.

It seems that that is the color it should be.

After looking at it for a while, the tired root leaned against the tree, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, when the sky was just shining with the glimmer of the morning light, the well-rested roots stood up from the branches.

After getting off the tree, there is a root that walks towards the place where the sun rises.

There is a small town twenty miles from the east side of the mountain.

This was the only place where Arigen knew he could stay, so Arigen headed east.

In the afternoon, one stopped in front of a line.

On the other side of the pitch-black line, on the charred soil, not a single inch of grass grows.

Yougen was silent for a moment, raised his legs and walked forward, and as soon as he took a step, he heard a "snort".

Frowning slightly, Yougen lifted his foot and looked at the soles of his shoes.

I saw a sticky juice flowing from the soles of my shoes.

The juice is dark red in color.

Like remnant blood.

Arigen pursed his lips and strode forward.

An hour later, a root walked through the charred soil.

Along the way, his feet left two rows of shallow pits on the ground.

In the shallow pit, it was a red color.

There is a cloth shoe with red mud on the white edge.

Turning his head to look behind him, Yougen swallowed and spat, and walked on the strange road that was originally connected to Baihe Town, which was not affected much, and was still complete.