Crossing the wilderness to survive, starting with a broken kitchen knife.

They cautiously entered the library and found it in a state of complete disarray. Bookshelves had collapsed, books were scattered across the floor, and many pages had yellowed and were even riddled with holes. Zhao Feng was concerned about whether the contents of these books could be preserved intact.

The black shadow walked up the circular staircase and brought everyone to a spacious hall. The decoration inside was very luxurious and most importantly, it was well preserved. Apart from being covered with dust, it seemed to have not been affected by the war.

Zhao Feng wanted to ask, but the black shadow turned around and made a gesture to silence him. Zhang Shi's nerves suddenly tensed up.

Sure enough, from time to time, crisp footsteps could be heard from the hall, as if someone was pacing inside. The hall was completely enclosed and dark inside, and there were many bookshelves inside, so there were many blind spots in the vision, and Zhang Shi couldn't see clearly for a while.

Just as Zhang Shi was considering how to sneak in without alerting the mysterious entity, Chen Beipan stirred up another incident. Whether intentionally or not, he bumped into a stone sculpture at the entrance. The sculpture, already fragile from years of weathering, resembled a candle in the wind, vulnerable to a single blow. Chen Beipan's seemingly light touch was enough to cause it to tremble as if nudged by an invisible hand. Finally, it collapsed with a deafening crash, collapsing onto the solid ground.

This sudden noise, like a boulder dropped from a tranquil lake, instantly shattered the surrounding tranquility. Immediately afterwards, from the depths of the hall came a dense, rapid sound of footsteps, like a surging tide, like countless pairs of invisible eyes and unheard-of breathing, silently yet unstoppably approaching Zhang Shi and his companions. An indescribable tension and oppression permeated the air, making one involuntarily hold their breath, their heartbeats accelerating, as if even the passage of time had slowed to an unusually slow pace.

The black shadow was the first to react. He pointed forward and a dark shadow shot out from his body. It then quickly spread in the air, covering the entire hall in an instant.

"Hurry up and get rid of them quickly!"

This time, the shadowy figure emitted the old woman's voice. Zhao Feng, already simmering with anger, received the old woman's instructions and rushed out first, swinging his axe wildly into the air ahead, unconcerned about whether to engage or not, focusing on suppressing fire.

Everyone used their own methods, and although they couldn't see their opponents, they soon restored silence to the hall.

Seeing that the crisis was over, the black shadow retracted the shadow with a wave of his hand.

"Let's go. There's a history book inside with detailed records about Old Duan."

Zhang Shi and his companions followed the shadow, carefully moving through the hall, trying to be as quiet as possible. The air inside the hall still seemed to hold the tension and pressure of the recent battle, making people wary.

They arrived at a separate area where books were displayed. This area was also relatively well-preserved. The books on the shelves, though somewhat worn, were still neatly arranged. The shadowy figure walked straight to a corner, climbed a ladder, and searched for something at the top of the bookshelf. Zhang Shi saw that the covers of these books were covered with traces of time, but the patterns and handwriting on them could still be vaguely seen.

When Zhang Shi passed by, he noticed a huge mirror standing next to the bookshelf. The mirror was more than one person tall, and the frame was inlaid with unknown gems. The mirror surface was spotless, clearly showing every detail on the mask.

This anomaly caught Zhang Shi's attention. He looked at the mirror and saw the figures of his teammates through it.

Zhao Feng was wiping his battle axe out of boredom, Chen Beipan was looking around furtively, Zhang Dazhuang was right behind him with a wary look on his face, like a guard, and Ge Dalong was staring at the black shadow, seemingly not completely trusting him.

When Zhang Shi's eyes fell on Wu Qing, he felt his breath catch in that instant. Wu Qing's face was as pale as paper, her eyes pitch black. The corners of her mouth were split at an exaggerated angle, revealing a row of jagged teeth. Her tongue flickered in and out like a venomous snake, and her face resembled a demon from hell.

Zhang Shi quickly turned around to confirm. Wu Qing looked normal to him, still sporting that same beautiful, aloof face. Zhang Shi turned back to look in the mirror, which still showed the same ghostly image.

The mask covered Zhang Shi's expression, but his strangeness still caught Wu Qing's attention.

"Zhang Shi, what's wrong with you? Did you find anything?"

Zhang Shi did not answer, but just stared at the mirror. After repeatedly confirming that no one else was abnormal, the shock in his heart gradually subsided.

At this time, the black shadow had found the history book he mentioned and brought it to Zhang Shi, interrupting his thoughts.

"In this wild world, what you see is not necessarily what you see."

The black shadow held up the history book, and the book happened to point to the mirror in the distance.

"But what is shown here must be true!"

Zhang Shi could tell what the black shadow was hinting at, but he couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

Zhao Feng took the history book from the black shadow's hand and flipped through it. He found that the pages were made of an unknown leather material, which was extremely thick and sturdy. Although the ink on it was a little yellowed, it was still clear and not damaged.

"It's all in foreign languages."

Zhao Feng scratched his head and handed the history book to Ge Dalong helplessly. The latter took the history book and read it carefully page by page. It didn't take long before he found the content they wanted to know.

"Here, here is the record of the city lord's experience in obtaining Old Duan."

Zhang Shi temporarily put Wu Qing's matter aside and moved closer to Ge Dalong, turning his attention to the contents of the history book. Wu Qing also came over, but Zhang Shi quietly stepped back a little, keeping a certain distance from her.

Ge Dalong pointed to a passage in the history book and read slowly, "It is said that when the city lord first arrived in the wilderness world, he accidentally found a mythical-level oriental hatchet in a dungeon. The hatchet was so sharp that it could split gold and cut stone."

"The city lord then used it as his own weapon, relying on its sharpness to cut through all obstacles and kill all his enemies." Reading this, Ge Dalong was surprised and muttered, "This is a bit far-fetched."

Zhao Feng looked impatient.

"Hey, don't keep me in suspense, just keep talking."

Ge Dalong nodded and continued translating.

"It's said above that the city lord once used Old Duan's sword to split a mountain in half. The mountain fell and blocked the river, allowing him to lead his men across the river and defeat the powerful enemy."

Zhao Feng burst out laughing.

"I say, the prototype of this city lord couldn't be Chenxiang splitting the mountain to save his mother, right? No need to make such a lie. I don't believe that a human can split a mountain with a single sword."

Zhang Shi looked up at the black figure, who was still standing by, watching them quietly without reacting. Suddenly, a new prompt popped up on Zhang Shi's system interface.

Ding, the survivor triggers a hidden mission: The Continuation of the Myth.

Mission phase one: Find out Lao Duan's origins.

Mission reward, randomly unlock an entry of Lao Duan.