Keep staring.

An hour passed, but the long pit was still there and had not disappeared.

At this time he became even more confused.

In the blink of an eye, another half an hour passed, and the long pit still did not disappear, which made him frown.

It's been an hour and a half.

He stopped staring at Changkeng and patted Qing Mang and Jiu Ge to prevent them from feeling uneasy.

but.

When he looked back at the long pit, it had disappeared.

Damn it!

Feng Qingyan was shocked.

But at this moment, he also made a guess, and cut out a long pit for the third time. After looking at it for a moment, he turned his head and counted his breath before looking back.

The long pit disappeared.

At this point he basically figured it out.

When his sight is no longer on the long pit, the long pit will quickly return to its original state.

So, he cut out a long pit for the fourth time, turned his head suddenly and looked back again, and the long pit disappeared.

It really comes back to life in an instant.

Why is this happening?

Feng Qingyan was a little confused, so out of curiosity, he cut out a long pit again, squatted down and put his hand in the long pit, then suddenly turned his eyes and then back.

The long pit was restored to its original state.

However, his hands didn't feel anything and seemed to have been placed on the ground.

This shocked Feng Qingyan.

What kind of existence is the black earth in the eternal night? Its instant recovery makes people unable to see clearly, let alone feel it...

but.

Why can words exist?

He pondered for a moment and wrote the word "gentleman". Then he turned his head and looked back. The word "gentleman" on the ground was still there.

So he wrote the word "Fengming".

Still hasn't disappeared.

After a while, he simply wrote a Confucian classic...

The text still hasn't disappeared.

This also means that other traces will disappear instantly, but the text will not?

why?

After thinking for a while, he made a painting on another place...

The painting was done, but it didn't have the slightest power, which made his face change slightly. He was vaguely aware of it when he was writing, but there was no final confirmation.

Then he tried again.

The words are there, but the power of the words is not there.

The painting is there, but the power of the painting is not there.

Whether it is calligraphy or painting, in the eternal night, they are just ordinary calligraphy and painting.

Is this because of the black soil, or is it that the painting master and the book master lost all their power in the eternal night?

Now he returned to the bullock cart and took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone to draw and write.

The power is still there.

This relieved him.

However, he discovered that some calligraphy and paintings weakened or lost their power in the eternal night.

For example, calligraphy and painting that burst out with literary light.

After many experiments, he came to a conclusion.

On the mysterious black soil under his feet, he can leave traces of civilization, such as writing, calligraphy and painting, etc., while all other traces that cannot represent civilization will disappear completely in an instant.

What on earth is this place?

Feng Qingyan became more and more curious about the black soil under his feet. It turned out that only traces of civilization could be left, and all other traces would disappear completely.

But his magical power of "breaking through the void and seeing the subtle" could not see through the black soil under his feet.

This made him very sorry.

But the most important thing now is to get out of the eternal night...

Although he couldn't tell the direction at this time, for some reason, he was really not in a hurry, as if he had a way to tell.

I just didn't think of it for a moment.

What is the solution?

Feng Qingyan was thinking as he walked.

Not long after, I saw traces of words engraved on a stone not far ahead, so I walked up curiously to take a look.

"It's been three months, it's been three full months, and we still haven't found a way out. Where is the way out?"

The handwriting is as good as new, but very sloppy.

However, this is another person's handwriting.

"I'm going crazy. I can't bear it anymore. There is no light or sound in this world. It's terrifyingly silent..."

The writing on the stone varies from large to small, and is very sloppy.

But it feels like I just wrote it.

Feng Qingyan sighed, the owner of the text had been trapped for three months, and he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on for long. And he seemed to be in the same situation, trapped in the eternal night...

This was caused by his own suicide, so he rolled his eyes.

He still has eyes to see, so there's no rush.

This is his greatest support.

"How many days? I, I don't remember, I feel like I'm going crazy, I seem to be hallucinating..."

He came across another stone with words engraved on it.

A few days later.

Feng Qingyan encountered a big rock.

Moreover, the big stone was chopped into a very smooth shape, with elegant words engraved on it, which seemed to be an article...

Feng Qingyan read it out of curiosity, feeling a little amazed in his heart.

This literary talent is extraordinary.

"Chen Jing?"

When Feng Qingyan saw the final signature, he was slightly surprised.

This is a very brilliant piece of Confucianism.

If it were in Zhou Tianxia, ​​it would surely shine with dazzling light, and even give rise to various astonishing visions.

So Feng Qingyan took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone and copied it down.

If one day I return to Zhou Dynasty, I can bring Chen Jing's great Confucianism back to the world. After all, he is the forefather of Confucianism...

When he put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone back on the cart and glanced at the Bana Flower, his whole person suddenly became petrified.

Then, he slapped his forehead suddenly.

The other shore flower in the black pottery pot always points to the west.

well--

Feng Qingyan sighed.

No wonder I always feel that there is a way to identify the direction in the eternal night. It turned out to be a flowerpot on the other side...

As expected, Bianhua did not disappoint him.

However, he didn't dare to mess around anymore, so he left some marks on the ground to avoid accidents.

"Ten days have passed, and we still haven't emerged from the eternal night..."

This is Yan Shan's handwriting.
To be continued...