Chapter Fifty - Hongmeng Tai Chu

As Xuan's hand touched the young man, his soul was instantly attracted by a powerful force.
All around was a thick fog, nothing could be seen clearly.
Xuan had no time to think about where he was, and anxiously shouted, "Master, master, master."
"I'm here."
A deep and magnetic voice sounded behind Wen Xuan.
Wen Xuan looked over and saw a young man slowly walking out of the mist.
Wen Xuan looked around in horror and then looked at the young man, "Young master, you, you, earlier, it was you?"
"It's me," came the same deep and magnetic voice.
Wen Xuan was both shocked and delighted, at a loss for words for a while. The young man looked at him, seemingly waiting for him to calm down.
"Young master, it's great, you can speak now." Wen Xuan finally calmed down his emotions and happily spun around in place, saying, "Young master, it's great, it's great." Wen Xuan seemed excited and could only say these three words besides "it's great."
"Hmm," the boy replied. His voice was deep and mesmerizing, resonating with an echo-like quality that exuded the toughness of a mountain. Anyone who heard this voice couldn't help but turn around and look at the person who was speaking.
"Young Master."
"Yes?"
"Your voice sounds really nice."
"Understood."
"Young master?"
"Yes?"
"It's nothing, I just wanted to call you, to listen to your voice."
"Understood."
"Oh come on, say a few more words."
"Hmm, are you feeling unwell?"
"No, young master, I am not in pain right now." "Young master, where are we?"
"I don't know."
"So what do we do now?"
"Follow closely behind me."
The young man drew his sword from his waist and closed his eyes.
"Blindness again?"
"Understood."
"Wen Xuan closely followed behind the teenager, just looking at the teenager's back. Thinking that he could talk to himself, Wen Xuan couldn't help but laugh from time to time."
"What are you laughing at?"
"Happy, just the thought of you being able to talk to me makes me happy."
"Understood."
"It seems like you can talk, but you're also a person of few words."
The young boy stared again, searching for a path in his blindness.
"Strange," the young boy paused.
"What is strange?" Wen Xuan asked.
"Just like the road with the deserted mountain."
"Are you saying that it's exactly the same as the road you took when you left the deserted mountain?"
"Yes."
"That's really strange."
The young man stopped to rest for a moment, then focused his attention, closed his eyes, and continued walking ahead. Wen Xuan followed closely behind, quietly grabbing onto the young man's wide sleeve.
Suddenly, the young boy stopped in his tracks.
The path in his blind sight had reached its end. When he left the desolate mountains, the young boy opened his eyes and found himself in Wunan Town.
This time, he took a deep breath and said to Wen Xuan, "There is no road ahead."
Wen Xuan sighed and said, "Then open your eyes."
The boy opened his eyes and found himself standing by a large lake. Wen Xuan, holding the boy's sleeve, exclaimed in surprise, "Just now I couldn't see anything clearly, how did we suddenly end up by the lake?"
"Wow, young master, this place is so beautiful."
The boy and Xuan observed the surroundings. The lake resembled a sapphire, reflecting the even bluer sky and the white, fluffy clouds. Ducks, geese, mandarin ducks, swans, and some unnamed water birds floated on the lake, leisurely swimming. Some deer, horses, and peacocks were drinking water by the lake. Next to the lake was a vast expanse of jungle that seemed endless. Several squirrels were jumping up and down on a few trees at the edge, storing pine cones.
The young man's heart tensed, "It seems like it."
"Sir, what do you mean by 'it seems like'?"
"A wasteland."
"Huh? Sir, are you saying that this place is similar to the wasteland where you used to live?"
"Understood."
"Wow, the original wasteland is so beautiful. I'm starting to envy it."
The boy put the sword back into its scabbard around his waist. He walked forward along the border of the trees. Xiao Xuan looked around and picked up a few pinecones, playing with them as he walked.
After walking for a long time, it was getting dark. The boy finally stopped.
Said Wen Xuan: "No."
"No what?"
"No deserted mountain."
"Why? Are you sure?"
"Deserted mountains have nobody."
"Are there people here?"
Following the boy's gaze, Wen Xuan spotted a thatched hut that appeared to be inhabited.
However, as Wen Xuan walked over to take a closer look at the vacant hut and turned back around, the boy was nowhere to be found.
"Young master, young master, young master,"
No matter how Wen Xuan called, he couldn't hear that sweet voice again, nor could he see that white figure.
"Young master, where are you? Come out quickly, you're making me anxious!"
"Young master, young master."
Wen Xuan called the young man anxiously, and his heart sank.
Wen Xuan's calling did not bring back the young man, but it brought out a woman. The woman was dressed in leaves and animal skins. When she saw Wen Xuan, she seemed to see a familiar person and walked over, smiling and speaking a string of words that Wen Xuan couldn't understand.
那女子见闻玄听不懂自己的语言，便把手搭在闻玄的额前，片刻后，她就开口问道：“太一，你怎么在这里？”
闻玄惊讶地看着那女子，“你，刚才还不会说我的语言。”
"Learn a little and you will understand. Taiyi, how did you learn such a complicated language?"
"Wen Xuan forced himself to calm down and asked, 'Excuse me, have you seen a teenager wearing white clothes and carrying a long sword?'"
The woman shook her head, "I only see you."
Wen Xuan sighed, "Sorry, I am not Taiyi. My name is Wen Xuan, and I am looking for a friend."
The woman smiled, "Don't joke around, Taiyi. Have Shen Nong and Fu Xi been teaching you well these few days?"
Wen Xuan felt like his head was about to explode. What is all this mess?
The woman noticed Wen Xuan's serious expression and observed him carefully. She asked, "Tai Yi, it seems like you've come back from a faraway place. Do you still remember who I am?"
She realized that she had mistaken the person, and finally felt a little relieved, saying, "Sorry, I didn't know."
The woman's expression then became somewhat solemn. "Taiyi, how come you don't remember anything?"
Speaking, the woman once again placed her hand on Wen Xuan's forehead. In an instant, Wen Xuan's head throbbed with pain, and many images were forcefully thrust into his mind. Writhing on the ground in agony, he wished he could rip his head off.
It took about the time of a cup of tea for Wen Xuan's headache to slowly relieve. He sat up, gasping for breath.
The woman squatted beside Wen Xuan, staring at him intently, and then placed her hand on Wen Xuan's forehead. Wen Xuan was scared and quickly moved away. The woman smiled and said, "I won't make you have a headache again."
Wen Xuan only let her put her hand on her forehead again. Soon, the woman took her hand down and said, "Tai Yi, I have given you all the memories I know about you. You can slowly recall and you will know who you are."
"Who am I, am I not Wen Shanwen Xuan?"
The woman shook her head, "You are Taiyi Shangren, the remaining trace of soul after Pangu opened the sky and earth."
Wen Xuan looked at the woman in disbelief, and the memories in his mind slowly began to unfold.