Millet was unaware of what was happening in the outside world; she closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.
When she woke up again, she found herself no longer in the original pool.
Instead, they found themselves in a strange place, surrounded by desolation, where heaven and earth seemed to be one, without any distinction between them.
The glutinous rice didn't know where it was. It stood there blankly for a while before randomly choosing a direction and slowly moving forward.
Millet kept walking and walking, and Millet didn't know how long it had been walking.
Suddenly, just as she was hesitating whether to stop, she heard lights and noise in the distance.
Shushu looked excited and was about to run over when he noticed the light suddenly spring up and slash down with unparalleled power.
Shushu felt as if she was being suffocated by the pressure, and subconsciously stopped, closed her eyes, and waited for the pain to arrive.
However, the expected pain did not occur.
After waiting for half an hour, Shushu finally couldn't resist and quietly opened his eyes a crack.
But the moment he saw what was happening in front of him, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The once unified world had been separated at some point, and it remained desolate.
Looking at this empty world, unexpectedly, a phrase came to mind: the sky was as barren as a mirror, and the earth was desolate.
She felt that the world before her was a true reflection of that statement.
Unexpectedly, almost the instant her thought was uttered, the sky and the earth seemed to be working against her, changing simultaneously.
Suddenly, fluffy white clouds appeared in the barren sky, and patches of green sprouted from the desolate land.
The green first sprouted on the ground, and then little by little grew taller, becoming grass. The grass continued to grow taller, and soon it surpassed her.
Just then, the white clouds in the sky began to darken, and in the blink of an eye, a drop of rain fell, then two, three, four, five, and finally it poured down in a torrent.
Rain fell on the succulent, but didn't wet it at all. Curious, it stretched out its paw to catch the rain, but the rain didn't fall into its palm; instead, it went straight through its paw and landed on the ground.
It was as if she were air, completely out of place in this world.
The yam was a little confused, so it tried to reach out its claws to pull at the grass next to it, only to find that its claws went straight through the grass.
My suspicions were confirmed; it seemed she truly didn't belong to this world.
Of course, it's also possible that she's trapped in some kind of illusion.
However, Shushu did not find any trace of the illusion.
Fortunately, Shushu didn't know that kind of mouse that stubbornly clings to one thing. Since she couldn't find an answer for the time being, she simply put the matter aside.
Looking up at the white clouds that had turned white in the sky, Shushu suddenly had a thought: it would be great if she could sit on a cloud.
The next moment, as her thoughts settled, she found herself rapidly ascending into the air, and with a whoosh, she was sitting high on a cloud.
The soft touch under his paws and buttocks left Shushu stunned for a while before he came to his senses.
So, this is a world she can control?
The glutinous rice was puzzled and tried to prove it. She thought that the clouds would fly lower and higher, and the clouds really did fly lower and higher, just as she thought.
The yam couldn't contain its joy, thinking that the grass on the ground should grow taller and taller, but it found that the grass hadn't changed at all.
She glanced at the stream that had appeared on the ground, wondering if it was longer, wider, narrower, or had more or less water, but the stream remained unchanged.
Knowing that her control was limited, Shushu pouted and decided not to make things difficult for herself. She simply sat on a cloud, overlooking the entire world.
Watching the grass wither and then sprout anew, gradually, the green grass began to turn into various colors, and the varieties were no longer limited to grass, but began to change into all sorts of shapes.
Upon closer inspection, Shushu discovered that some of them were ancient spiritual plants that existed in her inherited memories.
Could it be that she accidentally traveled back to the ancient times? Shushu was shocked and dared not move at all. She stared wide-eyed at everything below.
Watching the stream turn into a river, the river into a mighty river, and the spiritual plants begin to transform into trees.
Then, the first thing that could move appeared; it was a very, very small, golden mouse.
It suddenly emerged from a pile of stones, and if it weren't for the fact that the whole world was static and only it was moving, the yam wouldn't even have noticed it.
As she controlled the white cloud beneath her to fly over, Shushu discovered that the golden mouse was really, really small, about the size of her paw.
It staggered as it walked, falling every few steps. When Shushu tried to reach out its paw to help it, its paw passed right through the other animal.
Just like the raindrops and grass before, she couldn't touch them.
Helpless, Shushu could only suppress his anxiety and watch as the other learned to jump, run, and gnaw on the surrounding spiritual plants, gradually progressing from not being able to walk.
And so, the millet became fascinated at first sight, watching the little mouse grow little by little, just like the previous magical herb.
Soon, the golden mouse, which was originally only the size of a sorghum stalk, surpassed her and became a giant golden mouse.
Just when Shushu thought that life would continue peacefully day by day, one day, while the golden rat was eating, a loud eagle cry came from the sky.
Immediately afterward, a dark shadow rushed in from the distant sky, its target locked on the golden rat on the ground.
Sensing danger, the golden rat immediately tried to burrow back into its nest.
However, the other party was too fast, and it was blocked halfway through its journey.
Instantly, the battle erupted, and the two sides began to engage in fierce combat.
The golden rat probably knew that if it lost, it would become the opponent's meal.
Therefore, it dared not relax for a moment, and with all its might, finally killed the intruder.
Of course, it was also covered in wounds, with almost no healthy flesh on its body.
There was a deep wound on its belly, bleeding uncontrollably.
The glutinous rice ball was extremely anxious, but there was nothing it could do.
They could only watch helplessly as the golden rat bled profusely and slowly lost its life.
Just when Shushu thought the other was doomed, a thick fog suddenly rose up around them, and as if it were playing a trick, it cleverly slipped into the golden rat's body.
A moment later, the golden rat's bleeding wound slowly healed.
Seeing this, Shushu couldn't help but examine the mist closely. After a long while, she stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
This mist is none other than the primordial chaos of the ancient times.
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