The traveler decided to save the villagers and began to look for a way to break the mycelium's control. After hard work, he finally found an antidote that could restore the villagers to consciousness.

Ultimately, the traveler successfully freed the villagers from the mycelium's control. Peace returned to the village, and the villagers regained their sense of self. They were grateful for the traveler's help and considered him a hero. From then on, the village was free of mycelium's influence, and the people lived a free and happy life.

If the story continues in this way, everything will be very beautiful, but fate is always full of drama. At this critical moment, the war suddenly broke out.

The ruler of the Mianyi tribe first set his sights on this place, and the isolated village was reduced to scorched earth overnight. As time passed, only a handful of people, through word of mouth from their elders, learned the secrets of the mountains. Thus, they led the remaining survivors to escape deep into the mountains.

Blore felt as if he had become the child who had rushed into the mountains that year, time had gone back and the perspective had changed.

The child cautiously entered this unknown territory, each step filled with deep fear. The air here was filled with a sickening, rotten smell, like the smell of death. His eyes widened, and the sight before him horrified him—all his deceased elders were encased in pus transformed from mycelium. These white mycelium spread like a spider web, seemingly seeking to devour the entire world.

The child's heartbeat raced, his throat dry, but he swallowed his fear and slowly approached one of the bodies. A closer inspection revealed the pus to be thick and disgusting, emitting an unbearable stench. Fungal hyphae wriggled through the corpse, as if alive. The scene was chilling, and the child gasped.

At this moment, the child suddenly thought of the horror stories he had heard as a child, those legends about death and curses. At this moment, he felt as if he was in a horrible dream and could not escape.

Far away, Blore felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't help but recall the horror stories he'd heard as a child, those legends of death and curses. The scene before him now overlapped with those memories, filling Blore with unease.

He clenched his fists tightly, frowned, and stared at the darkness behind the crack. Although he had not witnessed the scene inside with his own eyes, he could imagine the gloomy and terrifying place through the child's only remaining perspective and the fear deep in his heart at that time.

Blore took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. However, every time he closed his eyes, those horrific images appeared in his mind. Sure enough...if he continued to watch, the danger would be thronged.

Suddenly, the child felt a chill from behind. He whipped his head around, only to find a massive shadow looming over him. It was a monster made of mycelium, its body enormous and twisted, emitting an evil aura. From the corner of his eye, he could see that everyone had dispersed, some even collapsed to the ground. The child tried to flee in terror, but his legs seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move.

The monster slowly approached the child, its footsteps echoing in the silent space. Not only the child, but also Blore outside was anxious. The child closed his eyes, waiting for death to come. However, at this moment, he heard a familiar voice.

"Don't be afraid, child."

When he opened his eyes, he saw his grandfather. His figure was vague among the mycelium, but his voice was clear and firm.

"Grandpa!" the child shouted in surprise.

"Child, you must leave here. This is the realm of death, not the place for you," said Grandpa.

"But, Grandpa, how can I leave?" asked the child.

"Follow my voice and don't look back," said Grandpa.

He was very obedient and followed his grandfather's instructions, following his voice and moving forward step by step. Finally, he walked out of that terrifying area and returned to the real world.

Looking at his hometown which was almost a scorched earth, it seemed that he was the only one left in his homeland. He buried his head in tears and vowed to make those people pay the price they deserved.

But fate is unpredictable. The Mianyi King, having heard that the village held an item that could grant immortality, sent his men to stake out the village. They captured the child who had escaped from the mountains and forced him to reveal the item's whereabouts. The child refused to give in, remaining silent. Furious, the Mianyi King ordered the child executed.

At this time, a mysterious old man appeared and told the Mianyi monarch that the object of immortality was not an ordinary thing and could only be obtained by those who were destined to be with him. After hearing this, the Mianyi monarch decided to let the children go and let them go to find the object of immortality.

Finally, the king decided to take action himself. The child had no family ties and was difficult to control, so he went into the mountains with the saint with great anticipation.

The monster had waited an awful long time for this day. Through the ages, through the alternation of day and night, it had successfully returned to the human world, only to find that the world was once again in chaos. But since his return, the Mianyi monarch had devoted himself to his god, ignoring state affairs and devoting himself to praying to the gods and Buddhas, hoping to ascend to the great Dao forever as a mortal.

It happened that Yu Tu was the most powerful generation, which was expanding the territory and borders. So the Mian Yi who had launched the unjust war in the past also began to be launched against the unjust war by Yu Tu. And all this was welcomed by only the monster.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." The monster chuckled softly, the sound as sweet as a clear silver bell, but also terrifying. It gently stroked the black whip in its hand, a hint of cunning and excitement in its eyes.

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