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"The Great Wilderness is sandwiched between the territories of the three tribes. It is the center of the world, and it is also the most mysterious and dangerous place. It is home to countless powerful ferocious beasts, terrifying creatures, and countless treasures of heaven and earth. Strong men from the three tribes often enter the Great Wilderness. , or practice, or collect herbs, or look for opportunities, but they are only active on the edge of the wilderness, and dare not go deep, because those who go deep will die. "

The old man talked about the wilderness with both respect and fear.

"If you go deep, you will die."

Chen Hao said to himself.

Not sure if he has gone deep into the wilderness.

"It is said that in the deepest part of the wilderness, there is a black river called the River Styx. The undead who enter the river can be reborn and survive the catastrophe."

Chen Hao was stunned. Before he fell into coma for the first time, he fell into the long black river under the abyss, but he didn't feel like he was reborn.

"Throughout the ages, many top experts have gone deep into the wilderness for this purpose, but never came out." The old man sighed.

Chen Hao asked again and again to find out what a warrior is, what a top powerhouse is, and what a catastrophe is in this world.

Warriors are divided into upper third grade, middle third grade, and lower third grade.

The lower third level is the body-forging realm, which polishes the body and absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to form true energy in the body, which is internal strength.

The third level of middle level is also called the Qi Refining Realm, where true Qi turns into liquid.

The upper third level is the realm of spirit transformation, manifesting the soul.

The top strong man is called a first-grade warrior. His soul is close to perfection, but once his soul is perfect, he will face a catastrophe.

After successfully overcoming the tribulation, the true liquid in the Qi Sea condensed into an elixir, called the Golden elixir. When it reached this state, it was comparable to those saints and ancestors in the legend, and was immortal.

If he hadn't had too many bizarre encounters, he would probably think that the old man was talking nonsense.

"The ability to overcome calamities only exists in legends. For thousands of years, no top powerhouse has been so lucky."

The old man added.

"It's just a legend..."

Chen Hao was thoughtful.

According to what the old man said about warriors being divided into nine levels, he should be at level six.

The first level is the strongest, the ninth level is the weakest, and the sixth level is in the middle.

The reason why he thought he was at the sixth level was because the last time he entered the wilderness, the true energy in the sea of ​​​​qi turned into a drop of true liquid.

Only when the true liquid fills the Qi sea can the Qi refining state be considered complete.

His empty Qi sea only had a little bit of true liquid, and he could barely reach the Qi refining realm.

But even so, he returned to his hometown and completely tortured Mutu.

How powerful would it be if the true liquid filled the Qi Sea?

He can't imagine.

As for the state of transformation into gods, to him, it was almost mythical and illusory.

"What are you thinking about, brother? Do you remember something?" the old man asked Chen Hao.

Chen Hao said casually: "I was thinking that I am too weak to enter the Qi Refining Realm."

"Qi refining realm, weak?"

The old man looked at Chen Hao as if he had seen a ghost.

"Aren't you weak?" Chen Hao was a little confused.

"The martial arts level roughly corresponds to the official rank. You are a sixth-grade warrior. If you join the army, you can be a commander of thousands!" The old man stood up and bowed to Chen Hao respectfully.

Daxia is a martial artist.

The stronger the warrior, the more respected he is.

"Old sir, you can't do it."

Chen Hao hurriedly went to the ground and helped the old man.

The old man's family saved him, how could he accept such a gift from them?

"You are respectful to me, little old man. Although I am the village chief, I am also a village man in the mountains. How can I be worthy of the honorific title of sir?"

The old man was frightened.

In Daxia, Mr. was an honorific title for famous scholars.

Chen Hao didn't know what to say for a while.

"Your Majesty, please take a seat."

How dare the old man let a sixth-grade warrior stand.

Seeing the old man's anxious look, Chen Hao had no choice but to sit down and said, "Old man, are there any herbs in the world that can bring people back to life?"

"The soul-returning grass is one of the three most precious medicinal materials in the edge of the wilderness. Where there is the soul-returning grass, ferocious beasts and poisonous animals must live there. Many people seek out the soul-returning grass in order to save people or make a fortune."

"Soul-reviving grass..."

Chen Hao's eyes narrowed slightly and he glanced at the treasure bag. A soul-reviving grass might be able to save his son's first girlfriend.

"Old man, have you ever heard that you can go to another world from the depths of the wilderness?" Chen Hao couldn't help but ask the old man.

The old man shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Nine times out of ten, what I know about the Great Wilderness comes from ancient legends."

"Oh……"

Chen Hao nodded, and then said to the old man: "I can't thank you enough for your kindness. I will remember your family's life-saving grace."

The old man waved his hands quickly and said: "No way, saving people... is of course the right thing to do, not to mention saving a sixth-grade warrior, it's a great honor!"

A sixth-grade warrior.

In the old man's mind, he was an unattainable existence, which made him a little excited.

Chen Hao felt the old man's sincerity and was speechless for a moment.

The old man said again: "I have never opened your treasure bag."

"Stop calling me that. It sounds awkward. I vaguely remember that my last name is Chen Minghao." Chen Hao said his real name.

I'm new here, with no relatives or friends.

There was no need for him to use a pseudonym.

"Chen... Mr. Chen..."

"Sir, it's quite pleasant."

Chen Hao responded to the old man with a smile.

The old man also smiled and thought: Before this young man lost his memory, most people would call him Young Master.

After some small talk, Chen Hao learned that the old man's surname was Wu and that he had two sons and one daughter.

The eldest daughter got married a few years ago and lives in a town a hundred miles away.

The eldest son's family of three, the younger son who is not yet married, and Mr. Wu live together.

"Mr. Chen, drink this medicine."

Old man Wu picked up the bowl containing the soup and handed it to Chen Hao.

"it is good."

Chen Hao was not polite to the old man.

If he did not say thank you for his kindness, he would repay you twice as much in the future, take the bowl with both hands, and drink the medicine with his face raised.

Old Man Wu smiled and said: "Besides farming, my Dalang Erlang often goes to the Black Forest to collect herbs. He has a little knowledge of the medicinal properties of herbs. This decoction should be able to make the young master's injuries heal faster."

Chen Hao drank the decoction, put down the bowl, and said, "It is very dangerous to collect medicine near the black forest."

"It is indeed dangerous. In the village, people die every year in the Black Forest due to collecting herbs." The old man sighed and added, "But there is nothing we can do."

Chen Hao didn't ask any more questions. He knew very well that in a harsh environment, people have to take risks in order to survive.

"Grandpa, someone is looking for you!"

The boy's shout came into the house.

The old man smiled helplessly, bowed to Chen Hao, and said, "Young master, take a rest for a while, and I will leave first."

"it is good."

Chen Hao returned the favor.

The old man leaves.

Chen Hao let out a long breath and looked around the simple adobe house again, still feeling like he was in a dream.

Another world.

Three tribes stand in harmony.

Countless strong men compete.

A chance to make yourself stronger.

If someone else came here, he might be excited and excited, but at this moment, he just wanted to recover from his injuries as soon as possible, pick a few more resurrection grasses, and return to his homeland.

In another world, many people are waiting for him.

If you go deep into the wilderness, you will die.

He thought of what Old Man Wu had said before.

Is it possible that I can't go back?