After the battle with the bird, Wu Ruoxian spent two days comprehending the Law of Lightning in the region. As for Zhang Yong and Long Yuliang, they didn't do much besides stand guard and watch over her, since Long Yuliang's Law of Fire Saint Body prevented her from using any law other than the Law of Fire.
And as for Zhang Yong... he had amnesia and couldn't comprehend anything, so he simply kept watch with Yuliang.
After Wu Ruoxian finished her comprehension, the group continued advancing within the Law of Lightning region until another three days passed.
The sky was still covered with swirling clouds, and lightning never ceased flashing on the horizon.
Zhang Yong was walking slowly behind Wu Ruoxian and Long Yuliang. His old clothes were completely torn, replaced by a simple gray robe Wu Ruoxian had given him, but the burn scars were still visible on his skin.
After remaining still for this period, his memory was still poor. He couldn't remember anything—not his techniques, not his possessions, not even the name of anyone close to him. It was as if everything had been completely erased without a trace.
Wu Ruoxian had tried to stimulate his memory several times, either through combat or by attempting to remind him of an incident from before. But all those attempts ended in failure.
After walking for those three days, the group sat down to rest.
Zhang Yong was quietly watching the sky as the sound of thunder echoed. He let out a deep sigh. "Why haven't I remembered anything yet?"
Quietly, Wu Ruoxian's gaze shifted toward him. Her eyes, shimmering under the lightning light, concealed a kind of concern. "There's no need to worry. You'll gradually recover it."
Zhang Yong didn't reply. He kept staring at the cloudy sky, where lightning tore through the heavens.
"So, what was I like? Although I know I might recover my memories soon, there's no harm in knowing, is there?" He spoke with a smile.
Wu Ruoxian smiled gently. "Well, let's just say you were... difficult to handle."
Zhang Yong laughed lightly. That laugh was dry—it was self-mockery. "It seems I caused problems for those around me."
Long Yuliang turned and showed a calm smile. "Not problems. Well, maybe one or two, but nothing major."
Zhang Yong smiled faintly again, then pulled his knees to his chest and rested his chin on them.
After a few hours of rest, the journey was completed, and finally, the group arrived at a new regional wall.
The regional wall stood towering before them like a wall of purple light, stretching to a height whose end couldn't be seen.
Zhang Yong couldn't help but complain, "Just how many walls are there in this place?"
Wu Ruoxian said, staring at the purple wall before them:
"This is the regional wall for a new law. As for the number of walls, no one knows exactly. No one knows who created this world, but it can only be entered once."
Zhang Yong looked at the shimmering purple light, which emitted faint pulses as sparks spread along its length, and asked hesitantly:
"What law lies behind this wall?"
Wu Ruoxian shrugged calmly. "No one knows, and no one can be sure. We'll know after crossing it."
Wu Ruoxian advanced first, followed by Long Yuliang, while Zhang Yong followed with hesitant steps.
Then Wu Ruoxian touched the wall before disappearing completely into it.
Long Yuliang followed her immediately, without hesitation, leaving behind faint ripples on the wall.
Zhang Yong quietly took a deep breath. "It was easy before, so this should be easy too."
Zhang Yong felt some hesitation. He hadn't feared anything before, but now there was another kind of worry inside him. The fear of the unknown is something that has always been, and still is, present in humans.
Then he stepped inside the wall and felt a kind of pressure compressing his body. Wu Ruoxian and Long Yuliang were just a few steps ahead of him, but they appeared as if they were carrying mountains on their backs—their spines visibly arched.
He stepped forward behind them. It was clear he was moving more freely compared to them, but the pressure was still on his body.
The pressure increased the further they advanced inside the regional wall, but it wasn't too much for a body like Zhang Yong's.
After a while, they completely crossed the wall. The vision exploded before their eyes—a bright light flooded them, nearly blinding them.
Zhang Yong had to cover his eyes with his hand for a while until his eyes adjusted to the light, while Wu Ruoxian and Long Yuliang stared ahead with muted astonishment.
Before them stretched vast plains, bathed in pure golden light.
The sky here was not covered with clouds like in the Law of Lightning region; instead, it was transparent as crystal, with threads of light dancing on the horizon.
"This... is the Law of Light region..." Wu Ruoxian murmured in an awed voice.
The ground was covered with golden-colored grass, and every plant reflected light as if made of crystal. On the horizon, there was a towering radiant mountain, like a pillar of light rising toward the sky.
"It's a beautiful place..." Long Yuliang murmured in amazement.
"Hmm?" Zhang Yong suddenly felt a strange sensation—a feeling of familiarity.
Zhang Yong took a step forward, his eyes shining with the reflection of the golden light. Then he advanced further, and in that moment, becoming certain, he began walking without stopping.
"Where are you going?" Wu Ruoxian asked curiously.
Zhang Yong turned toward her. "Don't you feel it?"
"Do you feel something?" Long Yuliang couldn't help but ask.
Zhang Yong paused for a moment and turned his head toward her; his gaze had become clearer. "Yes, and I think it's something good. Let's go quickly." And he took off running.
Wu Ruoxian and Long Yuliang didn't wait long. They exchanged a quick glance before following Zhang Yong.
The group advanced quickly behind Zhang Yong, who was walking energetically, his steps light.
Hours passed, and Zhang Yong felt he was getting closer. They had already passed the mountain they had noticed at the beginning. They advanced until they reached the edge of a small plateau. Zhang Yong's eyes gleamed. "We're close!" Immediately, he climbed onto the plateau.
Zhang Yong climbed onto the plateau with quick steps, and the first thing he saw was three human silhouettes.
Zhang Yong stopped suddenly. His eyes unconsciously focused on one of them.
A tall young man, with long black hair and black eyes, had a sharp nose and wore a white robe. Meanwhile, two girls stood beside him, each possessing an elegant aura befitting only aristocrats.
Zhang Yong kept staring at them, his heart beating with a strange intensity—as if he knew that young man, but he couldn't remember who he was.
"This..." Wu Ruoxian murmured, her eyes widening. "It's Elder Sister Yan."
Meanwhile, Long Yuliang gasped softly. "Ruyan!"
"You know them?" Zhang Yong asked, noticing their changing expressions.
They both looked at each other and remembered Zhang Yong's problem. Then Wu Ruoxian briefly explained the situation to him.
After that, Zhang Yong didn't comment. He was clearly confused.
Without waiting for him, both Long Yuliang and Wu Ruoxian walked ahead of him toward them.
"Hmm," Zhang Yong murmured slightly before adding, "Is it possible for you to... explain the situation to them before I go? It would be easier that way."
...Wu Ruoxian and Long Yuliang exchanged a silent glance before Wu Ruoxian nodded lightly and said:
"Alright, leave it to us."
Zhang Yong watched silently as the two advanced toward the three standing relatively far away. They seemed to be exchanging happy remarks and smiling, to the point that Zhang Yong felt for a moment that he didn't belong with them—after all, he wasn't the person they had known.
After a while, Wu Ruoxian gestured toward him from a distance, and Su Ming's gaze turned toward him.
Su Ming waved to Zhang Yong from afar, but then it seemed Wu Ruoxian said something that made the expressions of the others change.
Su Ming's expression changed after Wu Ruoxian's words; he seemed shocked, followed by a strange expression from Jiang Ruyan. As for Liu Yan, she gave Zhang Yong a long, silent look.
Then Wu Ruoxian signaled him to approach them.
When he got closer, he stopped a few steps away from them, and silence prevailed in the atmosphere for moments.
Su Ming was staring at him steadily, shock still lingering in his features. "Zhang Yong..." He murmured his name hesitantly.
Zhang Yong rubbed his neck and looked away for a moment. "Sorry, I think Wu Ruoxian already told you. I've lost my memories... so I'm sorry... I can't remember any of you."
Su Ming nodded slowly; his expression was unreadable. "It's okay. Don't worry about it. You'll surely recover your memory."
Zhang Yong smiled calmly—the result was different from what he had exactly imagined. "Thank you."
Liu Yan couldn't help but smile sarcastically. "Hah, it seems you really have lost your memory. I've never heard you thank anyone like that before."
Liu Yan said it that way to lighten the atmosphere. Her sarcastic smile was just a facade at this moment for what she was feeling inside.
Then Liu Yan turned her gaze toward Wu Ruoxian and Long Yuliang. "However, you two haven't tried to exploit my little brother's cute situation, have you?" Her eyes gleamed with threat, and her smile brought no comfort.
Both of them quickly shook their heads. "Of course not, we wouldn't do anything," Wu Ruoxian tried to escape suspicion.
"R-right, we absolutely wouldn't exploit him at all," Long Yuliang nodded repeatedly.
Zhang Yong looked at the situation strangely before whispering to Su Ming, "Was it always like this?"
Su Ming couldn't help but look sarcastically. "Yeah, somewhat, but it was much worse for both of us."
Zhang Yong couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. This atmosphere felt more like a family rather than just comrades.
Then Zhang Yong turned his gaze toward Su Ming and murmured, "Were... we close?"
Su Ming nodded while looking away. "Well, except when we fought. Yes, we were somewhat close. At the very least, we experienced life and death together and even used to mock each other."
Zhang Yong smiled lightly, but that smile was mixed with something bitter. "I'll recover them... I have to recover them."
After some time getting to know each other, the group decided to continue and explore the place.
Without something like a day and night cycle, there was no specific time to stop—only when everyone felt tired would they rest.
As their steps continued on the crystalline grass, Su Ming suddenly said:
"It's better for us to go a bit deeper where the Law of Light energy will be dense before focusing on comprehending it there."
Everyone nodded in agreement and began moving in coordination within the shimmering golden grass. Their steps left behind momentary light traces that quickly disappeared.
As they advanced, the Law of Light energy began to become noticeably denser; the air around them pulsed with threads of pure light.
After wandering for a while, the group took a flat area as a simple camp.
It was decided that everyone would meditate on the Law of Light and comprehend it—except for Zhang Yong and Long Yuliang.
Zhang Yong quietly retreated and sat at a distance, watching from afar as the others entered a state of meditation.
"I still don't understand this thing about comprehending laws. Anyway, it's not like I'm of any use." Zhang Yong sighed a little lengthily.
He put his finger on the ground and began drawing to kill time, as these companions would take a long time to comprehend.
Then he raised his head toward Long Yuliang, who was on the other side. She had sat in a lotus position and was meditating.
He didn't know that the reason behind this was her feeling of weakness, so her decision was to double her effort in training.
"Sitting and closing your eyes, you guys are boring." Zhang Yong turned his gaze and returned to doodling on the ground.
After a period of one full day, Zhang Yong couldn't stand the boredom and decided to get up and explore the area.
Then suddenly, a blue window appeared before his eyes.
(The host's treatment period is approaching its end. Time remaining: 0 days, 0 hours, 10 minutes, 0 seconds)
Zhang Yong looked at the window in surprise. "Hmm? What does this mean?" He turned his gaze to the group and wanted to ask them something, but they were still busy. "Never mind, I'll ask later. I'll go wander now."
Zhang Yong walked in a random direction. After a while, a gentle breeze came, stirring Zhang Yong's hair as it swayed with the wind.
'Come here.' A voice suddenly sounded softly in Zhang Yong's ear.
He turned behind him, but there was no one there, and none of the companions had moved. However, he was sure he had heard something.
'Five hundred meters from here. Come meet me.' The voice appeared again to Zhang Yong.
Zhang Yong felt a shiver run down his spine, and his senses suddenly heightened. He looked around cautiously.
Nevertheless, Zhang Yong complied with what the voice said.