I want to go back to my original world and live an ordinary life.

Thinking of Qiu Yan, he walked towards the jungle. Due to the poor light and Qiu Yan walking a little fast, he tripped over something without paying attention, causing Qiu Yan to fall hard. He gasped in pain. But after all, he was a big boy, so he could still bear the pain. So he endured the pain and got up from the ground, then turned around to see what tripped him. He squatted down and took a closer look, and saw a wooden sword stuck in the grass in front of him. The blade of the wooden sword was completely buried in the soil, leaving only the hilt of the wooden sword. Because the hilt was covered by weeds and the light was not very good, Qiu Yan didn't see it just now and was tripped by it and fell to the ground.

Seeing the wooden sword stuck in the soil, Qiu Yan curled his lips, his heart was full of anger, thinking that you are looking for trouble in your dream, aren't you looking for death! Thinking of this, Qiu Yan raised his foot and prepared to break the wooden sword with his foot to avenge himself. When Qiu Yan thought about this, he naturally knew that he was in a dream, and he knew that what he wanted to do was meaningless. After all, it was just a dream, but who made him idle now!

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan raised his foot and kicked the hilt of the wooden sword hard. Qiu Yan used a lot of force in this kick. According to Qiu Yan's estimation, this kick was enough to break the hilt of the wooden sword. After all, the hilt of the wooden sword was only as thick as a child's arm. Even if Qiu Yan was weak, he was sure that he could do it with one kick! It happened in a flash. While Qiu Yan was thinking about this, Qiu Yan's size 39 shoes kicked on the wooden sword. However, what Qiu Yan didn't expect was that his kick, which was almost full of strength, did not break the wooden sword. Instead, his leg was numb from the recoil force. This made Qiu Yan a little confused for a while, wondering what kind of tree this wooden sword was made of and why it was so strong! However, no matter how strong it was, Qiu Yan didn't intend to let him go. He rubbed his numb legs and said to the wooden sword, "Wow! It's quite strong!"

After saying this mockingly, Qiu Yan raised his foot and kicked at the wooden sword again. Qiu Yan did not hold back at all in this kick. It could be said that he kicked with all his strength, as if he was fighting to the death. There was no other way. In order to avenge his previous shame, Qiu Yan could only use all his strength.

There was no earth-shattering sound, nor the sound of wood breaking. Qiu Yan did it all in one go from raising his foot to kicking the wooden sword, but the result was still the same as before. The wooden sword still did not break, and there was not even a crack! The only difference was that because he had used too much force just now, Qiu Yan's legs were not only numb from the recoil, but also a little painful! Qiu Yan bent over and rubbed his aching legs, staring at the wooden sword in front of him and couldn't help but become curious, because Qiu Yan knew very well how much force he had just kicked. In his cognition, there was no tree that could withstand that kick. Of course, this was only when it was made into a wooden sword of the same size.

The hardness of the wooden sword was beyond Qiu Yan's cognition. Qiu Yan felt that the sword he kicked just now was not made of wood, but a Longquan sword made of fine steel! However, it was definitely just a wooden sword. Even if Qiu Yan was ignorant, he would not make a mistake.

As the wooden sword was too strong, Qiu Yan felt that he was no match for it, so he decided to let the wooden sword go and not bother with it. After all, a wise man would not suffer a loss in front of him, and there was no shame in surrendering if he couldn't win.

Since the hardness of the wooden sword was something Qiu Yan had never seen before, he became interested in the wooden sword in front of him and had the urge to pull it out and study it. Thinking of this, Qiu Yan started to work. He bent down, held the hilt of the wooden sword with both hands, and pulled it upwards. Because of his previous experience, Qiu Yan did not plan to pull the wooden sword out all at once this time. In fact, Qiu Yan was not wrong. Qiu Yan used all his strength but failed to pull the wooden sword out all at once. He just moved the wood a little. Qiu Yan had expected this result before, so he did not think much about it at this time, but continued to increase his strength to pull the wooden sword up.

Mu Jian and Qiu Yan were playing tug-of-war, neither of them willing to give in. However, Qiu Yan had already lost once in the previous duel, so this time he felt that he must win. With the determination to win, he pushed his feet against the ground, and kept pushing his body backwards. The veins on his neck and arms were exposed. This time, Qiu Yan could be said to have used all his strength. In this way, under Qiu Yan's full pull, Mu Jian finally couldn't resist Qiu Yan's pull, and slowly moved upwards.

Although the speed of pulling out the wooden sword was very slow, as Qiu Yan's strength continued to increase, the speed of pulling out the wooden sword became faster and faster. After a while, Qiu Yan pulled out a large part of the wooden sword. Looking at the wooden sword he pulled out, Qiu Yan felt a sense of accomplishment. He immediately added strength to pull out the wooden sword in one go. But at this moment, the wooden sword that Qiu Yan thought he would have to pull out for a while was pulled out all at once. This situation happened so suddenly that Qiu Yan didn't have time to retract his strength, and he stumbled and fell to the ground. Although he was dodged and fell to the ground, Qiu Yan didn't care. Instead, he panted and smiled while looking at the wooden sword he pulled out, with a full sense of accomplishment on his face, as if he had done something amazing.

Qiu Yan looked at the wooden sword in his hand and found that except for the hilt, the rest of the wooden sword was basically the same as the wooden swords he usually saw. The hilt of this wooden sword was carved into the shape of a tree, with the guard as leaves, the pommel as roots, and the hilt as the trunk.

Looking at the exquisite wooden sword in his hand, Qiu Yan couldn't help but become curious, wondering what kind of wood this wooden sword was made of, and how could it be so strong? Qiu Yan weighed the wooden sword and felt that it should be about the same weight as an ordinary wooden sword, and there was nothing special about it, but why was it so strong? Could it be that he didn't kick it well just now, so he didn't break the wooden sword?

With this idea in mind, Ye Yan wanted to verify his conjecture, so he stood up, pressed the tip of the wooden sword to the ground, then held the hilt tightly with one hand, bent his body slightly, let the sword form an angle with the ground, and then raised his foot and stepped hard. Qiu Yan used a lot of force in this kick, but to his surprise, his kick did not break the wooden sword, and the wooden sword did not even bend. Qiu Yan was completely convinced. Just take his kick just now as an example. Not to mention stepping on a wooden sword, even if it was stepped on an ordinary iron sword, it could bend it! But the wooden sword did not move at all, which really made Qiu Yan a little confused.

"What kind of wood is this?" Qiu Yan, who was completely impressed by the wooden sword, picked up the wooden sword and looked at it carefully. However, the wooden sword was just a wooden sword. Qiu Yan could not tell what kind of wood it was made of, nor why it was so strong. After looking at it for a while without any results, Qiu Yan gave up. Anyway, things in dreams are like this, which makes people puzzled. Thinking of this, Qiu Yan no longer cared about the wooden sword and threw it aside. After the wooden sword incident, Qiu Yan felt a little tired. After all, it took him a lot of effort to pull the wooden sword out of the soil just now. So at this time, Qiu Yan was not in the mood to think about studying the jungle. Instead, he sat on the ground, and then simply lay on the ground, quietly looking at the red moon in the sky waiting to wake up.

Thinking of waking up from a dream, Qiu Yan couldn't help but feel a little strange. Logically, a dream shouldn't last so long, right? How could his dream last so long? And it was so real, even the pain was real. Pain? Thinking of these two words, Qiu Yan's mind quickly thought of one thing, that is, he had heard some people say that people don't feel pain in dreams, but why did he feel pain just now! Thinking of this, Qiu Yan sat up suddenly. He looked around in confusion, and then pinched his face hesitantly, and suddenly a pain spread throughout his body. "Is it really painful?" Qiu Yan murmured in disbelief, and then looked around the unfamiliar environment again and couldn't help but mutter in his heart. "Isn't this a dream? But if it's not a dream, then where is this place?" For a moment, Qiu Yan felt that his brain was a little insufficient, and he couldn't think of what the current situation was. Just when Qiu Yan didn't know what to think about this, he suddenly saw that the smaller moon above his head exploded silently, and the originally round moon was actually divided into a larger half moon and several small moons. Of course, those small moons were just the rubble after the big moon exploded. Although the moon did not make a earth-shattering sound when it shattered, and the surroundings were still as quiet as before, it was still quite shocking for Qiu Yan who witnessed it with his own eyes.

The moon suddenly shattered. The shock made Qiu Yan forget about the dream for a moment. He stared at the shattered moon with his mouth wide open. After a while, a beam of fire streaked across Qiu Yan's head like a meteor. Before Qiu Yan could be surprised, several more beams of fire fell. Then the whole sky seemed like a blooming firework, bursting out with countless flames, beautiful and shocking.

This fire should be the fire produced by the friction between the fragments of the moon when it exploded and the atmosphere. These fires are big and small, some last long and some last short, making the originally gray sky a red fire. Qiu Yan looked at the fire that rose one after another, and the shock in his heart reached its peak.

Looking at the scene that seemed like it was recorded in the end of the world, Qiu Yan's heart was filled with shock as well as fear and terror. It is no exaggeration to say that Qiu Yan was stunned at this moment. His mind was blank. The scene before him was far beyond Qiu Yan's tolerance. Qiu Yan could only let his heart rise to his throat and watch it all happen stupidly.