The next moment, his breathing was rough as he ran in a stumbling manner through the dense forest. This was the Abyss, with blood-soaked soil, swamps with black water and monsters watching secretly. It was the Abyss but it was no longer the familiar place from his memories.

The Abyss was so big. How could he find his original home? He tried to recall the characteristic mushrooms that he relied on to remember the route.

Thus, he kept walking, constantly searching while using his legs and mycelium. After a day, after the night and in the morning—however, every plains looked the same and every cave was empty.

There were no clues and no familiar place. He didn’t know how many sunsets he saw and how many times he was disappointed by an empty cave.

He didn’t know how long it was but he couldn’t move and his mycelium was no longer as soft and flexible as before. They were melted and breaking, his human body becoming extremely weak as his life was consumed.

At a quiet lake, a dead rattan tripped him. Sharp stones cut his knees and palms. He knelt down on the ground, burying his face in his palms while shaking. He couldn’t find it, he couldn’t find the cave.

The life of a mushroom was only one season. The old one died while the new one grew. The appearance of the Abyss changed with new generations of mushrooms. The road he remembered all this time was no more.

He desperately looked at the sky covered by mushrooms and dead wood. He hadn’t known things would be like this—so cruel.

Lu Feng was right. He didn’t know how big the world was. He couldn’t find it unless his life was eternally long. However, he was a mushroom and he was dying. He was destined to die on the way to the cave.

Nothing in the world was eternal. Not even his initial oath.

Salty tears flowed into the small wounds on his face caused by thorns. The pain was sharp but it was far from the despair in his heart. He gasped as he peered into the silent puddle. He was in a trance. There was a sound in the water, an indescribable frequency calling for him to leave and the entire world became blurred and unreal.

Jump down, jump, it will all be over.

There would be no more happiness or pain.

He went to the lakeside step by step under the bewitchment of that call. The water was so clear, reflecting his appearance. He and An Ze looked so much alike that when the waves of water blurred his outline, An Ze seemed to be the one calling him.