C1020 Regression

This was a beautiful valley with clear water and blue sky. Ripples and flowing water poured down from the mountain stream, flowing down to the center of the valley. On both sides of the valley, there were grass, oil, and bushes all around.

In the center of the stream, a youth in a green robe sat cross-legged on a bluestone that was a meter in diameter. He had a jade-like face, calm expression, and his eyes were slightly closed.

A strange aura lingered around the youth's body. An illusionary transparent ring of light enveloped him, and even he had become illusionary. It was as if he was in a mirror, as if he did not exist.

Suddenly, the youth's tightly shut eyes opened and a flash of light passed by. It was as sharp as a Sword Qi. When it shot into the flowing stream, it actually caused the stream in that direction to split apart momentarily.

He raised his head slightly and looked around him. After pausing for a moment, he sighed softly and said with some regret, "No matter how beautiful the scene is, it's still an illusion. Where did the fairyland in this world come from?"

As he finished speaking, he slowly raised his hands, and a luster similar to that of primal chaos flashed within his eyes. It was as if a chaotic fog was circulating within his eyes, causing a bright light to shoot out.

"Break for me!"

With a loud shout, this beautiful mountain valley that was like a fairyland in a painting suddenly broke apart like it was a mirror.

It was a quiet and secluded valley. There were no traces of birds, beasts, or fish. There were only some lush green grass and some short shrubs.

Suddenly, in a certain part of the valley, the grass that was not even close to a person's thighs started to tremble and sway gently. However, there was no wind at this moment. How could such a thing not seem strange?

A soft sound rang out, as if in a dream. Two slender white hands stretched out from within the grass. There were even dewdrops on them that were tainted with mud, giving off a smell.

Then, with a slight shake of his hand, a person sat up behind his hand. His face was wet and stained by the yellow mud. He looked like a kitten that had rolled out from the mud; it was unspeakably comical.

From the contours of the body, as well as the white and tender skin that faintly revealed itself, it was obvious that this was a young boy.

The young man's eyes were filled with confusion and drowsiness, as if he had just woken up. He looked like he was at home sleeping on a large, soft bed, but when he woke up, he found himself in a wilderness.

"Why am I asleep?"

The young man didn't notice his current appearance and was astounded by the current situation. He looked around blankly with a stupefied expression on his face.

"Gulp."

At this moment, a strange sound could be heard. The youth awkwardly reached out and touched his flat stomach. It was obvious that the sound came from his stomach.

"How long have I been imprisoned by the Phantom Nightmare? I'm so hungry that my chest is sticking to my back, why am I still sleeping here for no reason?" The teenager whispered as he scratched his head and grabbed a handful of soil and grass.

"Lie down!" "This …" The youth stared dumbfoundedly at the dirt and grass in his hands. He suddenly jumped up, as if there was some terrifying existence under his butt.

In the next moment, the youth knelt on the ground. He felt his legs go limp and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.