Indeed, the undulating terrain of the Abyss, the rifts in the ground that could be seen everywhere and the tangled shadows of tall trees in the middle of the night were all gone. This place was unobscured and had a panoramic scene of a flat and endless twilight.

Still, An Zhe was uneasy. The dry air of the Second Plains wasn’t suitable for a mushroom. He couldn’t find any soil to absorb nutrients so he could only recover his physical strength using human means, such as sleeping.

He had walked for so long and finally found a small depression with scattered green and yellow grass. He sat down with his arms holding his knee and found a suitable position to curl up in.

A mushroom spent most of its life sleeping but this was the first time he had fallen asleep in a human pose. A sleeping mushroom quietly stayed in one place, waiting for the passage of time. However, a human’s sleep seemed different. Soon after closing his eyes, endless darkness rose up like a tide. His body became lighter like he was gradually losing his body.

He didn’t know what moment it was but there was a whining wind in his ear. It was the sound of the wind in the wilderness, his favourite thing previously.

However, this wind now had no meaning. He lost his spore while rolling around in the wilderness. There had been human voices on the wind. He couldn’t remember the syllables clearly and could only think of a few parts. In human language, there were some fragments that couldn’t be put together.

“It is… strange, very…”

“…What to do?”

“Take… over here… sample.”

The next moment, an unspeakable pain radiated throughout his body. The feeling was light but deep. A void appeared in his consciousness that could never be filled. He knew that he had lost the most important thing ever since.

Fear spread all over his body and from then on, he started to fear the wind and lived in the cave. His heart beat faster and fear suddenly struck. It was the fear of losing his spore.

He opened his eyes and realized he was dreaming. Only humans could dream. Then the next moment, this breathing completely stopped.

He knew the source of the fear. A black creature was standing in front of him. Two blood-red eyes glowed brightly. An Zhe’s entire body was tense and his eyes moved down. It was as tall as a human with three pairs of thin and sharp sickle-like forelimbs flashing as coldly as moonlight.

After realizing what this was, his body trembled. It was a distant sensation from the first ancestor a thousand years ago. A mushroom would die from the bite of a group of termites. The beasts in the Abyss might be dismissive of mushrooms but they might be a rare delicacy on the Second Plains.