Wouldn't Lu Xinghe Go Mad?

Following the mountain path, Chen Ze arrived beside a clear stream.

The stream burbled along, making a pleasant, melodious sound, like a beautiful symphony played by nature.

He crouched down and reached out to touch the water. A cool sensation instantly spread throughout his body.

Chen Ze's heart stirred. He sensed that this stream seemed to contain some mysterious power, capable of nourishing both body and mind, even cleansing one's soul.

With a thought from Chen Ze, his body shot up from the ground and soared into the sky.

A powerful urge suddenly rose within him—to roam the heavens and earth and look down upon the entire world.

Even knowing that everything before him was not real, he still wanted to do it.

Clouds and mist rushed past him, while the mountains, streams, and flowers below gradually shrank until they seemed as tiny as ants.

Like a free bird, he soared to his heart's content through this mysterious world.

As he continued rising, Chen Ze's field of vision broadened more and more.

He saw undulating mountain ranges winding like enormous dragons, magnificent and awe-inspiring.

He saw vast forests rolling like a green ocean, brimming with life.

The beauty and mystery of this world intoxicated him, stirring a powerful sense of reverence in his heart.

Chen Ze did not know how long he had flown, nor how many breathtaking landscapes he had seen.

Suddenly, his heart stirred, and an inexplicable feeling welled up within him—a feeling called déjà vu.

Gradually, the scenes before his eyes became clearer and began to overlap.

"Xuantian Continent?"

"This is the Xuantian Continent!"

The same, yet not entirely the same.

Chen Ze hovered silently in the air, his eyes filled with confusion and amazement as he gazed at this familiar yet unfamiliar "Xuantian Continent."

His thoughts