The writing on the stone was so scrawled that it looked as if it had just been written.
The handwriting is as good as new.
But it's not Yan Shan's handwriting.
This made Feng Qingyan relax a little. Could it be that someone else walked into the eternal night not long ago?
But at this moment, he became a little surprised.
It didn't take long for him to walk into the eternal night, probably only dozens of miles. How could someone not be able to bear such a short distance and less than half an hour?
Is this eternal night so scary?
In his surprise, he stopped using the magical power of "breaking through the void and seeing the subtle", and quietly walked forward with the rope to see if the eternal night was so scary.
In his perception, there was no light or sound between heaven and earth.
The darkness and silence were terrifying.
However, for the literary level, it should be affordable.
However, if the time exceeds a month, or even several months, it is difficult to say. Maybe even the Great Confucian level cannot bear it, and it is really possible that he will go crazy. Therefore, it is best to speed up and travel through eternity in the shortest time.
Dark night, lest I cannot bear the endless night...
In Feng Qingyan's view.
Eternal night is a test of will.
Those with a strong will can endure longer periods of time and loneliness; but those with a weak will, because they cannot endure endless darkness and no sound between heaven and earth, will naturally collapse easily and go crazy...
while walking.
Feng Qingyan stopped suddenly.
He found that he had lost his sense of direction at some point.
For a moment, I didn’t know which direction to go in. It seemed to be going straight, it seemed to be turning left, it seemed to be turning right...
It seems like no matter where you go.
but.
How can this be?
There is only one direction to the west, and it is impossible to go either way.
But Feng Qingyan felt that wherever he went, it was the west.
Logically speaking, he was walking almost in a straight line, and he should be walking straight to the west. But at this time, he couldn't be sure whether he was walking in a straight line...
He thought about it, and it seemed that he had turned a corner before.
It seems there isn't.
This made his expression change...
At this time, he still did not use the magical power of "breaking through the void and seeing the subtle", but carefully felt the heaven and earth to see if he could discern the direction.
But it failed.
He didn't know which direction was the west.
It seems that in the eternal night, there is no existence of east, west, north and south at all.
horrible!
Feng Qingyan finally realized the horror of eternal night.
Perhaps the most terrifying thing about the eternal night is not that there is no light, let alone any sound, but that there is no sense of direction.
I don’t know east, west, north, south...
Being in the eternal night, you can't tell the direction.
in a blink.
Nearly half an hour passed.
Feng Qingyan still couldn't tell the direction. He didn't know which direction was west, and he didn't know which direction to go.
He had to use the magical power of "breaking through the void and seeing the subtle".
However, even though he could "see" in the eternal night, he still didn't know which direction was the west.
He had no reference to determine direction.
He was immediately dumbfounded.
Originally, his magical power of "breaking through the void and seeing the subtle" gave him the confidence to give it a try, but who would have thought that he would end up killing himself.
Feng Qingyan opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.
Does this mean you won't die if you don't do it?
He was not in a hurry. After all, he was confident that he could see in the eternal night. At this time, he was seriously thinking about how to find his direction...
Go back to the path you took?
However, he may not be able to go back to the path he took.
From time to time, he walked through the air, and from time to time he flew across the black soil, so he might not be able to return to the section of road where he knew the direction through footprints and car tracks.
However, since he is visible in the eternal night, there is still a certain chance of walking back.
This is just a stupid method and should only be used as a last resort.
Is there any other way?
he thought.
But at this time.
Jiuge and Qingmang were extremely nervous.
They were as if blind and deafened in the eternal night, feeling a little uneasy in their hearts. Moreover, the eternal night blocked sound transmission...
Feng Qingyan patted Qingmang and Jiuge, signaling them to calm down, and immediately flew up to take a look at the eternal night sky.
But the sky of eternal night seems to have no end.
In the end, Feng Qingyan did not fly all the way to the sky, lest he could fly to the end of the sky for days and nights. Moreover, flying to the end of the sky may not be useful...
If it works, someone will walk through the eternal night.
At this moment, he was suspended at a high place and used the magical power of "breaking through the void to see the subtle" to see if he could find any traces of his passing.
But the black soil was pitch black and nothing could be seen.
This surprised Feng Qingyan. Did all the traces of his journey disappear? But why did the words carved on the stone stay?
Since the words carved on the stone have not disappeared, why will his traces disappear?
Feng Qingyan's brows wrinkled slightly.
Standing high now.
He can roughly see the ground dozens or hundreds of miles away, and can vaguely see even thousands of miles away...
but.
There are no traces of him on the black soil within tens or hundreds of miles.
Maybe it's too faint to see clearly.
He walked down after a while. Fortunately, he was not lost, otherwise he would have been seeking death again.
boom--
Feng Qingyan used his hand as a sword and slashed out with his sword. A long pit immediately appeared on the ground.
There is actually no sound.
At this time, he quietly looked at the long pit. About half an hour later, the long pit was still there and did not disappear, which made him a little confused.
Could it be that the traces of his journey have not actually disappeared?
Just didn't see it?
He looked around with confusion on his face, but still couldn't tell the direction. He didn't know where to go for a moment. But, for some reason, he was still not in a hurry...
When his eyes returned to the long pit, he was suddenly stunned.
I don’t know when the long pit disappeared.
The ground returns to its original state.
this?
Feng Qingyan was a little shocked. What was going on? Has the Changkeng returned to its original state, or is the place under his feet no longer where the Changkeng is?
After a while, he cut a long pit again.
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.
This made Feng Qingyan feel happy, but then he became even more worried. After all, several months have passed. I wonder if Yan Shan has emerged from the eternal night?
If we haven't emerged from the eternal night, can Junior Brother Yan continue to endure?
Thinking of this, he quickened his pace.
At this time, there was a flower on the other side to guide the way, but I no longer lost my way, and I felt quite relaxed.
But as I was walking, I suddenly stopped.
As he walked through the eternal night, he felt like a dead soul walking across a bridge. He would still get lost, and he would still need the guidance of the other shore flower...
His brows frowned slightly.
Is the eternal night related to the Bridge of Connection?
Or are there some connections?
"Isolated from all sounds and all light..."
Feng Qingyan thought seriously, and then he came out of his body and saw an astonishing scene.
His soul saw the extremely dark sky and earth. Although the sky and the earth were very dark and the visibility was very low, he did see it.
Why can spirits see?
Feng Qingyan was very confused and became more and more curious about the eternal night.
However, the soul still didn't hear the sound...
His soul has not yet returned to his body, and continues to look at the world curiously, carefully feeling the atmosphere between heaven and earth. Is the eternal night suitable for dead souls?
His soul felt that the eternal night was very gentle.
There was no discomfort.
Relatively speaking, the eternal night is indeed more suitable for the soul.
Or rather, the souls of the dead.
Is the eternal night really related to the Bridge of Connection?
Or, is it related to the underworld?
Feng Qingyan was thinking curiously as he walked, but he couldn't find the answer.
"I will walk out of the eternal night..."
He saw the words left by Yan Shan again.
But along the way, what he saw were extremely scrawled, crazy words, and skeletons...
He became more and more worried about Yan Shan.
After all, the world is not him.
Not only does he have the magical power to "break through the void and see the subtle", but he also has the flower of the other side to guide the direction. Who can reach it?
Um?
Anyone?
At this moment, he discovered that a figure was flying past dozens of miles ahead.