Chapter 4

At the moment he uttered the last word "life," a peculiar force descended from the sky, and a tremendous pressure enveloped Yue Heng. The rich vitality of the earth and plants surged in like a tide, forcefully infused into his body. The discomfort from the compression made his eyes widen, his mouth open wide, and the veins on his forehead bulge, but he could not utter a sound.

Boom!

Yue Heng felt a massive shock in his mind, as if a door had exploded open. He followed the trail and found himself in a ethereal realm of consciousness.

This realm of consciousness was like a sphere, with the edges of the void distinguished by the light and dark. A pale blue light, like an aurora, was deep and mysterious.

He looked around and noticed a black dot not far away. As he thought about approaching it, he instantly got closer to this peculiar object.

It was a disc, almost a perfect circle, made of an unknown material. The edges of the disc were engraved with patterns and symbols he could not understand, faintly glowing with a deep blue light. In the center of the disc was a mysterious symbol, with three lines above and one horizontal line below. If he had to describe it, the first thing that came to mind was a skewer piercing the base of a chicken claw.

But his fragmented memory reminded him that this was the oracle bone script for "life"!

"Life" is a pictophonetic character, originally meaning plants growing out of the soil, just as the poem "Grass" he recited described. After a spring breeze, the grass breaks through the soil, and the grassland becomes full of vitality.

This poem was originally a farewell poem, but Yue Heng only recited the first half, praising the resilient life of the grass in adversity, similar to the white poplar in Mao Dun's "Ode to the White Poplar." Wildfires cannot completely destroy the grass; as long as the roots are not completely eradicated, the grass will grow again with the spring breeze.

This was also Yue Heng's yearning for life. He was now in a desperate situation, on the brink of death, with his injuries like a merciless wildfire causing him excruciating pain.

But as long as his roots were not completely destroyed, and his life was not taken, he would surely recover like the ancient grass with its unceasing vitality, and quickly revive in the early spring, spreading everywhere again!

At this moment, the