"Hey, little brother, you're finally awake. How are you feeling?"

A few concerned and worried voices kept echoing. A young boy in his twenties suddenly gasped sharply, his body rose abruptly from the rough wooden bed, and he looked around with eyes full of uncertainty.

The unfamiliar and simple wooden house setting surrounded by hard bed planks covered with weeds; several old men with wrinkled faces, like fields plowed in furrows, kept talking in some language he couldn't understand, but judging by the tone, they seemed to be words of concern.

The boy gazed blankly at them, opened his mouth slightly, and spoke in a hoarse voice as if it were out of a broken horn, "Where is this place?"

Upon hearing the boy's words, the old men looked at one another and then tentatively said a few more sentences in dialect. However, seeing the boy was still clueless without any reaction, one of the elders handed the boy a bowl of thin porridge, nudging him with a chin gesture, indicating he should drink it.

The boy looked down at the thin porridge, then at the elder's concerned gaze. His dry lips quivered a few times, and after a belly rumble, he realized his stomach was growling.

"Haha..."

Upon hearing this sound, the elders chuckled with good humor and then left the room.

After they left, the boy then again looked down at the bowl of thin porridge in his hand, his gaze distant.

This so-called thin porridge really couldn't even be considered porridge; there were only a dozen or so grains of rice, mostly rice water.

Yet for the hungry boy, he opened his mouth and gulped the bowl of thin porridge down.

Though not enough to fill him, at least the hunger that pressed on his front and back slightly subsided, allowing the boy, who felt dizzy and lightheaded, to recover a bit.

The boy placed the chipped bowl to the side, reached up to rub his temple, and softly murmured, "Where is this place? Who... who am I?!"

After repeating it a few times, a slight sparkle emerged in his dim wandering eyes, his voice gradually rising, "I am... Mu Jinyu?!"

"I am Mu Jinyu!"

Indeed, the boy was Mu Jinyu, who, after intercepting the Divine Race's attack on Earth, thought he was doomed.

At this moment, he remembered his identity and the result of that battle!

Mu Jinyu's eyes widened abruptly, fists clenched, his dry and hoarse voice rang out, "I remember that Elder Bai should have completely blocked the passage at the end. But there were seven or eight individuals left from the Divine Race, right? What happened to Yin Li and the Master? I seemed to have lost consciousness then, my vitality waning, yet why am I alive again?"

"Yin Li?!"

"Master?!"

"Xiyan?!"

"..."

After those initial cries with agitation and trepidation faded, Mu Jinyu's subsequent calls grew weaker and more desperate...

"Creak!"

The barely closed rickety and drafty wooden door was again opened by someone, a little girl, sculpted perfectly and braided in two sky-reaching horn-like ponytails, shyly spoke.

However, Mu Jinyu still couldn't understand their language.

Yet by now, Mu Jinyu could almost guess he might have arrived directly in Canglan Realm, mentally preparing himself, not panicking too much!

He intended to release his spiritual thought to hear the meaning in the girl's words, but instead, a piercing pain jabbed in his mind!

"Ah!!"

This caused Mu Jinyu to reach up and clutch his head, moaning painfully.

"Guli gu..."

Upon seeing this, the little girl gasped, ran ahead a few steps, then seemed to have thought of something, hurriedly ran outside.

Soon, the little girl brought in several elders.

Among them, one elder, emanating a strong medicinal aroma, carried a bowl of mushy medicine broth while pinching open Mu Jinyu's mouth to forcibly pour it down his throat.

The medicine broth was boiling hot, seemingly freshly brewed, burning Mu Jinyu's throat uncomfortably, nearly causing him to gag.

But after drinking the medicine broth, Mu Jinyu felt the stabbing pain in his mind ease a bit.

Afterwards, Mu Jinyu could barely release a weak thread of spiritual thought.

Upon the emergence of this thread of spiritual thought, Mu Jinyu sighed in relief.

Thankfully, his divine sense remained, unlike a year ago when both True Yuan and spiritual thought seemed sealed, only his physical strength barely usable.

Back then on Earth, falling into such a half-wasted state wasn't much of a problem, given Gu Xiyan and others could still care for him, coupled with Earth's environment being as it was, no one could pose a true threat to him!

But now, arriving in Canglan Realm where the Unity Realm Stage is considered just a minor realm, if he were entirely wasted, only possessing physical strength, it would indeed be perilous.

Lucky enough, his spiritual thought could still muster a thread, leaving him a glimmer of hope.

After the elders watched Mu Jinyu drink down the medicine broth and calm down, they exchanged low words and left again.

Their demeanor seemed surprisingly composed, evidently having endured similar situations multiple times during Mu Jinyu's coma.

"Guli gu..."

After the elders departed, the perfectly sculpted little girl cautiously approached Mu Jinyu once more, eyes bright and magnificent, speaking in a sweet voice.

Although Mu Jinyu still felt very dizzy, his spiritual thought could barely function, touching upon and receiving the intent behind the girl's words, making out the gist of what she said.

The little girl asked, "Big brother, how are you feeling?"

Mu Jinyu couldn't perform a soul search; even if he could, he dared not try it on the little girl, fearing he might be consumed by her Sea of Consciousness before learning the local language!

So, he could only remain silent, unsure how to respond to the girl's words.

Yet the girl, used to prattling on and on, kept speaking incessantly. With his spiritual thought perception, he could grasp the intent behind her words, accumulating considerable knowledge of the local language.

Without attempting dialogue with the girl, it seemed he strained his spiritual thought, his head aching, vision darkened, and slipped back into unconsciousness.

Upon waking, Mu Jinyu found it was already night.

He had no idea how long he slept.

Struggling to rise from the bed, Mu Jinyu opened the wooden door and stepped outside.

Outside was dim, no light at all, amidst the absolute tranquility, only the faint calls of insects and birds could be heard.

Mu Jinyu sighed softly, opting not to venture far, chose to squat beside the wooden door, looking up at the magnificent stars in the sky.

This was a sight rarely seen on Earth.

By now, Mu Jinyu had almost pieced together what occurred during his coma.

The Galaxy Passage towards Mount Tai sealed completely, then his vitality waning due to Yin Li extracting the Dragon Soul and Divine Dragon Blood, finally, after divulging a Divine Race elder's flaw and formation crack, he fell entirely unconscious.

Following this, he unexpectedly arrived here, rescued by benevolent locals, receiving medical treatment.

Otherwise, he fears he would indeed have died!

Mu Jinyu gazed fixedly up at the stars, his eyes vacant, tinged with bewilderment.

Though uncertain of his coma's duration, surely it was four or five days if not as brief as ten or fifteen days?

At worst, it should be one or two days!

Meanwhile, the battle where Yin Li and Young Master Mu intercepted those Divine Race experts was presumably concluded long ago.

What might have been the result of that war?!

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.