After rebirth in the wilderness, you can travel back and forth to the earth

Yang Yi finally "saw" what was in his mind, a thick and vast golden book.

The golden color is a little dim, and the book exudes the traces of time, the vicissitudes of life, and the ancient atmosphere, which has been dusty for a long time.

It seems like ten thousand years, millions of years, billions of years, or even longer. It is like seeing the vast universe and the endless starry sky.

Yang Yi couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and his consciousness was immersed in his mind.

From the outside world, Yang Yi seemed to be sleeping.

Although the golden light has converged into Yang Yi's body, this mysterious power still protects Yang Yi. The three of Yang Qingshan were bounced away as soon as they approached, and they could not touch Yang Yi at all.

It has been three days and three nights, and Yang Yi is still "sleeping".

The three of them had never seen such a situation before, and no one dared to tell anyone. They guarded Yang Yi and no one was allowed to enter the stone house.

"Blame me!"

Third Grandpa was half-leaning against the stone wall like a dumbfounded chicken. Blood spat out from his mouth from time to time. His face looked much older, and the whites of his light blue eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He had been bounced away countless times.

"Uncle San, Rokuro will be fine."

Yang Qingshan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, got up with difficulty, and stumbled towards Yang Yi again.

Once again, he was knocked away by Yang Yi's energy circle and hit the stone wall hard. A large mouthful of blood spurted out. Yang Qingshan fell to the ground and could not move for a long time.

Hong Jiuniang was already lying in a pool of blood, unconscious.

"Rokuro, my Rokuro..."

The third grandfather finally lost consciousness and fainted.

"Third uncle, Shan brother, sister-in-law, Liu Lang..."

Yang Cang, who had been guarding outside the stone house, shouted one after another, but there was no response. He had not heard any movement in the house for a day.

Yang Cang looked at the stone house over and over again, thinking about Yang Qingshan telling him not to come in or let anyone in if anything happened.

"Uncle Cang..."

Yang Dalang came again with his brothers, and the tribe members gathered again.

"It's okay, it's okay, Brother Shan asked me to guard the door..."

Yang Cang murmured as if he was comforting his tribe members or himself.

It has been four days and four nights, and there is no movement in the stone house. Yang Cang and Yang Dalang have received no response to their calls over and over again.

"Da Lang, please stay with your brother. Everyone else should go back to work. Everyone should go back..."

Yang Cang's eyes were red, his voice was hoarse, and he roared in a low voice.

"Uncle Cang, I want to go in."

Yang Dalang stared straight at the stone house with a tone that could not be refused. Suddenly, Yang Cang seemed to see the clan leader Yang Qingshan.

"Brother Shan..."

In the past four days and four nights, Yang Dalang came many times with his younger brother and clan members, but was stubbornly blocked by Yang Cang.

If Yang Dalang hadn't been present when Yang Qingshan ordered not to let anyone in, he wouldn't have endured until now.

"Brother Shan said you can't enter..."

Pale and weak, Yang Cang also began to hesitate.

"Step aside!"

Seeing Yang Dalang's tough and resolute attitude, Yang Huan walked straight past Yang Cang, pushed open the stone door and entered.

Yang Cang hesitated for a moment, then turned around and continued to block the others from entering.

The stubborn Yang Cang still compromised and let Yang Huan in.

Yang Cang grew up with Yang Qingshan when he was young. Later, he lost his family. Yang Qingshan took Yang Cang and his tribe to come here to rebuild the Dongling tribe.

In Yang Cang's heart, Yang Qingshan is the god of the tribe and his god. Yang Cang will always carry out Yang Qingshan's words without hesitation.

The Dongling Tribe can live without Yang Cang, but it cannot live without Yang Qingshan.

"Dad, mother..."

"Grandpa San, Liu Lang..."

When he came to the bedroom of the stone house, Yang Huan saw a mess. Three adults were lying on the ground in a pool of blood and fell into coma. Liu Lang was also sleeping quietly on the stone bed.

"Bang" with a muffled sound.

Yang Huan resisted the urge to panic. After checking the conditions of Yang Qingshan, Hong Jiuniang, and Third Grandpa, he stepped forward to continue checking Yang Yi, and then flew backwards and smashed against the stone wall.

Yang Huan instantly understood how his father, mother and third grandfather were injured.

Looking at Liulang who was out of reach on the bed, Yang Huan didn't know what was going on.

Save people first!

"Dalang, what's wrong?"

Hearing the noise again, Yang Cang jumped to the door in an instant, pressed his face against the door and shouted.

Yang Erlang, his younger brother and other tribesmen also gathered around.

"Go get four purple bamboo spiritual fruits and prepare food for ten people, quick!"

After checking, Yang Huan found that although Yang Qingshan and the others were seriously injured internally, they did not damage their roots.

Although the Purple Bamboo Spirit Fruit is a low-level spirit fruit and cannot live or die, it is enough to keep the three people's injuries intact.

This is the best healing medicine the Dongling Tribe has. It is extremely difficult to pick and is guarded by terrifying beasts.

Seven or eight can be picked in a year, which is a huge harvest.

Another day, the red sun gradually set in the west, and the sunset glow spread, dyeing the earth with a faint blush.

Grandpa San, Hong Jiuniang, and Yang Qingshan quietly gathered around the bed, guarding Yang Yi. Their eyes were full of worry and anxiety, but they did not dare to disturb him.

"Where is this? The world in a book?"

In his mind, Yang Yi wanted to read the golden book, but suddenly he appeared in a dim world, looking around, it was boundless.

The soul is floating in the air, looking into the distance, there are dead mountains and black and silent lakes.

The scarlet earth seemed to have been soaked in blood for hundreds of millions of years. It was desolate and empty everywhere, with no wind, no sound, and no life.

There are billions of stars in the sky, like fish blowing bubbles. The stars appear in front of Yang Yi's eyes in huge bubbles of various colors.

Before Yang Yi could take a closer look, the bubbles and stars shattered, and the stars returned to the sky.

It seems so close yet so far away.

There is interstellar technological civilization, there is the primitive people who eat raw hair and drink blood, and there are the roars of ancient beasts...

In Yang Yi's mind, the world in the book was like watching a movie, with stars appearing in front of his eyes and then disappearing.

Countless bubbles emerged and collapsed until a relatively small blue bubble appeared.

"This, this is the earth!"

Seeing the extremely familiar blue color, Yang Yi couldn't help but exclaimed.

It's so close in front of you, but you can't reach it even if you raise your hand, it's so far away.

You can’t touch it, but you can see it.

After a while, Yang Yi found the familiar locations of the seven continents and the four oceans.

In the past, in the big city with row upon row of skyscrapers and flashing neon lights, everything seemed insignificant, just an inch of space.

Observing carefully, Yang Yi gradually discovered something special. The outside of the earth seemed to be wrapped in a faint colorless halo.

The colorless aperture fluctuated from time to time, rippling like ripples, only to be discovered by the attentive Yang Yi.

"What is this? A seal?"

"Is the earth sealed by some ancient power?"

Yang Yi's mind was wide open and he was thinking wildly.

In his previous life, Yang Yi was not only a writer of novels, but also a senior bookworm.

Lin Yi, who is always single, does not go shopping with Xu Qian, and reads Spring and Autumn Period together, Where Have My Sheep Gone, Mercedes-Benz under Mount Tai, a hundred times...

These are all the spiritual food that Yang Yi chewed over and over again during his book shortage.