Five Frozen Centuries

Everyone became anxious. They had already left the sea of memories and entered a tunnel. As they kept moving forward, the surroundings in the tunnel started turning red. This was the tunnel that led away from the imaginary world. However, the bridge under their feet started becoming narrow.

Besides, the bridge under everyone’s feet started turning pitch-black. This meant that they were about to reach the end of the bridge.

The Dao Lord asked, “How much further?”

Wei Huo said, “There’s at least half the journey left to go. Our bodies will begin magnifying. We will have to pass through blood vessels, cross the cerebral cortex, make it through the skull, and rush out of the surface skin to reach reality.”

“Half the journey…”

The Mythical creatures felt despair. The bridge was about to end, but there was still half the journey left to go. What should they do next?

A Mythical creature tried to leave the River of Time but could not do so. This was because this was the boundary between reality and illusion. He could not materialize in reality. Only by using the bridge that connected the void and reality could one truly head to the real world.

Wei Huo was the only one who could leave the river.

The Dao Lord said, “Wei Huo, leave first. There will still be hope if you can leave the imaginary world. We’ll think of something next!”

Yes, although they were stuck in the middle of the journey, they had already left the imagination space. At the very least, they did not have to worry about the world collapsing and disappearing. They still had time to continue thinking of ways out.

However, at that moment, an electric current came from all the Mythical creatures’ minds.

Zzzz!

Everyone was stunned. Then, their brains received an image. This image was not transmitted by other Mythical creatures, but by the brain of the creator, Zhang Zhiwen.

Wei Huo and the others stopped at the end of the long River of Time. They saw the words ‘The Story Is Over’ written clearly there. In front of them was a surging sea of blood. Around them were all sorts of red cells, blood platelets, and white cells. There were also a few weird microorganisms floating around.

They had already left the boundary between reality and illusion. They had arrived in the real world, but the bridge was not long enough. They could not completely leave and reach the real world.

A cruel blow when there was hope was the most depressing thing.

However, the images in everyone’s minds gave them a chance of survival.

The Dao Lord asked, “What is this?”

Wei Huo thought about it and said, “This should be… Zhang Zhiwen’s dream.”

It was obvious that Zhang Zhiwen had fallen into a severe coma. He had even started dreaming. To be precise, this was his life flashing past him.

It was said that people would look back on their lives before they died. However, some people said that before they died, they would think of the thing they wanted to do the most. Then, their brain would automatically create a dream to let them complete their final wish in the dream and leave without any worries.

Wei Huo and the others saw this dream. It could be considered the last dream in their lives. After this dream ended, Zhang Zhiwen would probably die, and they would die along with him.

Was this regret? Unwillingness? Calmness?

Many Mythical creatures did not know what they felt at that moment. Too many emotions filled their hearts. This was not only their emotions, but Zhang Zhiwen’s emotions as well. At that moment, their minds suddenly connected as they shared the dream.

In the dream, Zhang Zhiwen woke up as usual. It was already past 10 a.m. when he woke up. He washed up and turned on his computer, planning to continue writing his story for the day.

However, when he opened the document, he became a procrastinating monster. He thought about it and felt that he had to go and eat something first. Therefore, he left home to go to the breakfast shop outside the neighborhood.

When he returned, he sat down in front of the computer once more. He was lazy again. After some thought, Zhang Zhiwen decided to play a game.

At 12:30 p.m, he started cooking. After eating, he rested and prepared to write his story. He had just written 200 words when he felt lazy again. He planned to watch some videos. It was 5 p.m. by then.

That would not do. Zhang Zhiwen washed his face and decided to write the next part of his story properly. However, he did not write for long. It was time for dinner. He was conflicted about whether he should cook or go out to eat. He was conflicted. He really wanted to eat outside.

It was already 6 p.m. when he returned. He had to hurry up and write his story.

The story was finally completed at 11:30 p.m.

Zhang Zhiwen typed the words ‘The Story Is Over’ with satisfaction. He yawned and planned to go to sleep. However, when he stood up, he felt like something was missing.

“The story is over,” Zhang Zhiwen mumbled.

He looked at the words and thought about it for a long time. Then, he immediately saved them.

“That was close. I almost forgot to save!”

Zhang Zhiwen wiped his sweat. He closed the document, clicked on the menu, and was ready to click the ‘switch-off’ button.

“I seem to have forgotten something,” Zhang Zhiwen mumbled.

Zhang Zhiwen moved his mouse away and opened the document called ‘The End’. He stared at the last five words in a daze.

“Speaking of that…” Zhang Zhiwen mumbled to himself. “What kind of story am I writing?”

Zhang Zhiwen opened the first chapter. Then, with a rumbling sound, a magnificent painting gradually unfolded in front of him. He saw tall mountains and flowing water, as well as a blue sky and white clouds.

The camera kept zooming in. He then saw the towering Great Wall. Beyond the Great Wall, he saw an endless prairie. On the prairie, a creature called a self-exploding sheep was living leisurely.

After crossing the prairie, he saw a glacier and a towering iceberg. On the iceberg, a snowman was looking up at the sky. Zhang Zhiwen collided with the iceberg, which collapsed.

Then, behind the collapsed iceberg was a jungle. In the jungle, a few tall Tree-Men were walking forward. There were some giant parrots on the Tree-Men’s shoulders. These parrots were talking like humans. “Have you eaten?”

Further ahead, a swamp suddenly appeared. A few Swamp Giants crawled out of the water, and a panda suddenly appeared by a stream. The panda was rolling on the grass.

Zhang Zhiwen was still moving forward as if a force was pushing him forward. Soon, a vast ocean appeared. A few Narwhals emerged from the water and spewed out water jets.

Then, Zhang Zhiwen saw the coast. There was a three-story villa on the coast. A small golden pixie was sitting on the steps in front of the villa, and a fat tiger was chasing butterflies in the bushes behind the villa.

Boom!

With a loud bang, Zhang Zhiwen started retreating again. Then, he saw a spinning blue planet—the Earth.

The last image disappeared and Zhang Zhiwen returned to the computer. He stared at the words and thought about it for a long time. In the end, he changed the words.

“The story is not over yet.”