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Zhang Yang opened his eyes and found himself lying in front of a pile of broken pottery, his finger cut by a sharp shard.
That was why he felt the sting.
He touched the bandage wrapped around his head and recalled that he was currently in his senior year of high school, having just been beaten and humiliated by his classmate Li Yifeng. After returning home, he opened a bottle of beer and cried loudly, then threw the bottle away, which shattered a Black Pottery Idol placed on the living room table.
This idol had been part of his grandmother's dowry, and as he lunged forward, he cut his hand on the shards.
While he was lost in thought, a drop of blood suddenly fell from his wounded hand onto the broken pottery. To his surprise, among the shards was a hexagonal bronze piece, which was not the Soul Requiem Blade he had experienced earlier.
The bronze piece was about the size of a matchbox, with a strange pattern engraved on its surface, resembling a distorted human figure seemingly about to float away.
As the blood dripped onto the bronze piece, it instantly flowed into the grooves of the engraved pattern.
Suddenly, the bronze piece radiated an intense light, and Zhang Yang felt an excruciating pain in his head. His vision went dark, and he fainted again.
When Zhang Yang woke up once more, he found himself lying on a slab of bluestone beside a Stone Pool.
This was actually a Valley, with lush vegetation surrounding the Stone Pool.
Next to the Stone Pool stood a Stone Cottage. In the center of the Stone House was a simple stone altar with a rectangular Black Ceramic Block that looked like a box made from the same material as the Black Pottery Idol. However, it was perfectly sealed with no openings. In front of the Black Pottery Idol lay a Bronze Dagger, next to which were two pieces of Fire Stone.
The dust inside the Stone House was thick; it seemed no one had visited in quite some time.
What place is this? Time travel? Zhang Yang did not expect to return from the Void Realm to reality at this moment before Strange Soul possessed him. This time, instead of finding the Soul Requiem Blade inside the Black Pottery Idol, there was only a hexagonal bronze piece. Thus, nothing related to Strange Soul's possession occurred, leading him to this unfamiliar place. At this moment, Zhang Yang was certainly not the same as he had been back then; however, this experience was too bizarre.
Moreover, the bandage on his head remained; his forehead injury must not have healed yet. The sun was still shining in the sky; he must not have left Earth.
After resting for a moment, Zhang Yang decided to investigate further.
It took about an hour, and the result left him very disappointed.
This is a Valley, narrow from east to west and long from north to south. It is approximately 200 meters wide and 800 meters long, surrounded by sheer cliffs that are so smooth that not a blade of grass can grow. The distance from the valley floor to the top of the cliffs is impossible to estimate; it seems as if the clouds are floating right above. Not to mention him, even monkeys would probably struggle to climb up.
There are no fierce beasts in the Valley, only some small birds and insects in the grass. Near the Stone House, there is a Stone Pool close to the western cliff of the Valley, covering an area of about a hundred square meters. The water in the pool is clear, and one can see fish swimming inside, mostly dark greenish in color.
At the northern end of the Valley, there is a small grove consisting entirely of Wild Fruit Trees bearing Purple-Red Fruits that look like plums but are as large as ordinary oranges. The Valley is fragrant with wildflowers, and there are scattered trees growing here and there.
It seems like an Isolated Valley. The meaning of Isolated Valley is that one cannot get out at all.
"Damn it, what is this? It's even more ridiculous than the Void Realm," Zhang Yang began to lose his cool.
Eventually, Zhang Yang gradually calmed down; at this moment, his stomach started growling. He decided it was time to eat something. He picked some Purple-Red Fruits from the small grove, washed them clean, and took a bite. The flesh was soft and sweet, with a slight medicinal aroma.
Zhang Yang ate five or six fruits in one go. The seeds were oval-shaped, purple-black in color, and had no texture.
After finishing the fruits, Zhang Yang washed his hands by the Stone Pool and then entered the Stone House to examine the Black Pottery Box.
While Zhang Yang was feeling confused and lost, suddenly he felt intense pain in his abdomen and chest, as if every pore in his body was sweating!
In a profuse sweat, Zhang Yang began to cough violently while experiencing cramping pain in his stomach. As he coughed, he expelled a black-yellow liquid. To his surprise, even the sweat he released was dark greenish in color.
Zhang Yang felt as if his whole body was falling apart; he gritted his teeth against the pain and supported himself on a round stone in front of him, barely managing to squat down.
He thought this process would last at most half an hour but was shocked to find it lasted a full two hours. Covered in filth, Zhang Yang finally managed to hold onto the stone and slowly stood up. After taking just a few steps, he stumbled and nearly fell but managed to grab onto a nearby tree trunk before sitting down heavily on a stone, gasping for breath.
After resting for a full ten minutes, Zhang Yang finally regained some strength. The temperature in the valley was not low, so he decided to strip completely.
Fortunately, with a Stone Pool nearby, Zhang Yang was able to wash himself off easily. He could barely stand anymore and slowly walked back to the Stone House before collapsing onto the ground.
When he woke up, the sunlight was already shining on his face again. He wanted to open his eyes, but they were stuck shut with sleep. After clearing away the sleep, Zhang Yang discovered that his ears were also filled with wax, so he had to find a small branch and used the dagger from the altar to carve it down a bit, then sharpened one end against a stone to make an ear scoop.
After stretching his neck, Zhang Yang realized he was different from before.
First of all, he felt relaxed all over, as if all the excess burdens had vanished; although he was extremely hungry, he felt particularly energetic. He unwrapped the bandage on his head and found that the wound had healed completely without leaving a scar.
"What exactly is this Purple-Red Fruit?" Zhang Yang suddenly understood that this was all due to eating the Purple-Red Fruit. This fruit not only expelled various impurities from his body but also significantly enhanced his physical functions. This was a pure enhancement of physical capabilities, different from the spiritual power after the Fusion of Extraordinary Souls.
Zhang Yang pondered to himself:
"The Primordial Spirit once said that when I return to reality, it may not be at any specific point in time, and I accepted that. However, I experienced a scene where blood dripped onto a bronze plate. Since I have already fused with the Strange Soul, does that mean there is no Strange Soul in the bronze plate? Yet this bronze plate emitted tremendous energy and brought me to such a bizarre place. The bigger question is, I originally thought I was just returning one or two years back, but what exact time point am I in now within this Isolated Valley?"
Lost in thought, Zhang Yang muttered to himself, "First, I need to fill my stomach." However, after the painful experience of eating the purple-red fruit, he no longer dared to eat it again.
Zhang Yang looked at the pond where Dark Blue Fish were still swimming around. He fashioned a forked branch into a spear-like shape using his Bronze Dagger and with a swift motion, speared a large fish.
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