"Ancestor? Ancestor? Can you hear me? Yang Zhu has something to ask you..."
In his sleep, Yang Genshuo heard Yang Zhu's call.
Suddenly he opened his eyes.
Yang Genshuo realized that 10 hours had passed.
In the dark world within his divine sense, Yang Zhu was sitting on a large mushroom, calling towards the sky.
Yang Genshuo temporarily named the world where Yang Zhu was the Mushroom World.
"What's going on?"
Yang Genshuo sat up and rubbed his temples.
"Ancestor, I found the place with the light, but it seems something is blocking it."
"Oh? Let me take a look..."
Yang Zhu had discovered a beam of light descending from the sky a few days ago, and he had been moving toward it ever since, especially after receiving supplies sent by their ancestor four days ago after a ritual, which sped up his progress.
He finally arrived beneath where he saw the light.
