Just like the legendary djinn, once the seal is opened, the spirit that has been curled up for thousands of years bursts out. Everyone is surprised that such a tall and majestic thing with infinite power is trapped in a small bottle that is less than the palm of a hand.
This is what it feels like when linked to a spiritual perspective.
The depth and breadth of perception are expanding, and the boundaries of self are blurring. Extend your extended fingertips to every corner of the reach, tasting every inch of material and space filtered through it.
The senses "touch" the water mist, and the quicksand in the air moves in heavy and delicate strands, showing a generally upward airflow trajectory. Like a boiling pot, things below are competing to rise. This area
Stirring and brewing something.
The thing that caused the abnormality has still not been found, although he has indeed tried hard to stretch himself - if it hadn't been for this time, he really wouldn't have known that it had expanded to such an extent, with ships carrying teams and supplies inside.
They all look a bit slender, let alone the people inside.
It is not a mere scope, but something that actually exists.
From the open perspective, a strange question arises in his consciousness: is he a huge spiritual body overlooking things, or is he a creature that needs a few small wooden boards to protect him from drowning in the water.
This kind of misalignment is quite bad, but now is not the time to stop. He tried to speed up and screen out the concealed signs of activity as soon as possible. The thing that can actively track the attackers is not that small, even if it is diving, it should be clear and visible.
Disturbance of discrimination.
The ripples were undulating, with a tendency to increase in amplitude, mixed with water splashes caused by freezing rain, unknown ripples, and bursting bubbles. There was only no trace of swimming.
After the oarsmen stopped, the boat slid forward for a while under the action of inertia, sticking to the water and drifting with the current. Logically speaking, they were about to be overtaken, but apart from the tense feeling of approaching, they didn't notice anything approaching this way.
The humming in my ears lingered endlessly, gradually becoming louder, as if there was more than one voice in it, but was completed alternately by different people.
Kraft turned his attention underwater, hoping that it was a smart guy who had stayed under the boat to avoid search, but was disappointed again.
Except for bubbles and a little silt carried by the undercurrent, there was nothing moving.
【Bubbles, sediment?】
Is it something that should appear in the lake?
Not only was it beneath the boat, but the water within reach of the senses was different from the impression. The weak light deliberately maintained to avoid attracting attention obscured the vision, and the senses focused on finding the imaginary follower ignored this.
The water body that was originally as pure as black crystal has rapidly increased in cracks and bubbles, transforming into frosted glass.
"Where?" someone asked. They were ready for battle, but the lack of movement from the observers and the loud voices in their ears showed that the situation was different from usual.
Accompanied by dizziness and nausea, it was like sitting on a severely bumpy carriage. The unbalanced feeling was no less than shaking, which made the monks who had lived by the water since childhood experience seasickness for the first time in their lives.
The reaction was particularly obvious in some people. Green retched violently, wanting to vomit out the previous meal that had been digested long ago. His pupils were like flicking picks, trembling up and down.
This is a never-ending mystery that always reveals a new look when people feel they understand it well enough.
"Nothing is following us!" Kraft didn't explain, just like bending down and stretching his arms to reach a small object that fell into the gap between the tables, he tried his best to control his mind and extend downwards.
The water flow, sediment, and bubbles become turbid as you go down.
Until the spirit is stretched to the limit, the sensing area is almost stretched into a slender downward spindle shape, and has not yet touched the lake bed.
It can hardly be called lake water below. The solid content accounts for a small proportion. It is more suitable to be described as rolling viscous mud with strings of bubbles constantly emerging.
It's still a little bit worse, the lake is far deeper than normal, but even if you can't see what's going on, you can still know that the lake bed is in intense turmoil.
"Nothing is following us. There is something wrong with this area." Kraft made a judgment, "Quickly row!"
"Where?"
"You can go anywhere, as long as you don't stop!"
No longer caring about hiding, the monks picked up the spare wood pulp and plunged it into the water together, struggling to push the boat out of the increasingly treacherous current.
Kraft did not cut off his spiritual senses. Deep in the sand, he felt something familiar.
The layers are being stirred, and the boundary between the world and the deep is no different from the head of a drum, being hammered, roaring and oscillating.
When reflected in the ordinary sense organs, it is translated into abnormal position sense, making people dizzy and nauseated, and causing unstable movements and violent shaking. The deeper the understanding of that side, the more sensitive people are.
Once his mental senses are disconnected now, it should be about the same as throwing him into a blender.
There was an exclamation in his ears. Kraft struggled to concentrate on his vision and found that it was coming from the monk who was looking over the side of the ship.
The increasingly turbid water attracted their attention.
Why did they see it? As soon as the thought flashed through their minds, an oar lost its power. At the critical moment, the person holding it seemed to be suddenly attracted by the bubbles of sand in the water and stopped moving.
【See?】
A small light in the belly of the ship cannot illuminate the water, so it can only be a new light source.
The light has not improved significantly. It is still the kind of pale and thin light, but it comes from below, from the lake bed covered by mud.
At this time, the spiritual senses also touched things other than sand and water.
A straight edge is by no means an approximate straight line like that of natural lake rocks or jointed rock pillars, but a completely artificial creation.
The second, third, and sixth strips form a standard figure, which is the base of a certain prism, being lifted up.
Then there are more, like the layout of movable type printing, the lake bed made of prisms is rising unevenly, oscillating, and emitting extremely penetrating light.
"Look at the belly of the boat and don't turn your head."
The monks carried out this order, locking their eyes on the flame of the oil lamp in the belly of the ship, and did not think about anything except mechanically swinging their arms.
If they look outboard at this time, they will see a once-in-a-lifetime wonder.
Under the muddy water, countless hexagons like a honeycomb are rising, radiating wisps of white light. It is a kind of bleak, dark and breathtaking celestial light. The ship seems to be rowing backwards in the sky, sailing on the erratic moon.
noodle.
The spaces between the prisms are filled with amorphous supporting biomass, extending out fibrous fibers and webbed film-like filtering structures, stirring up the undercurrent of sediment, and spitting out a series of foams like exhalation.
The humming and singing become one, and have thousands of tones, sending out an invitation.
Accompanied by a vague and long-lasting sucking sound, large and small vortices tore through the water surface behind, and the closest one even pulled the ship's stern direction, pulling the hull back a certain distance.
But their response was quite timely.
By the time this breath exchange, which lasted perhaps more than ten minutes, came to an end, the ship had basically sailed out of the luminous waters, avoiding the recruitment activities on the lake bed.