On the top of Yushi Mountain, mist surrounds you, and the Wanren Glacier is majestic and beautiful, towering into the sky. Looking around, there are piles of jade, misty clouds, and snow stretching to the end of the sky.
It had been two days since he came out of the cave. After a hard journey, Wu Gen finally climbed to the top of the mountain.
Just after eating a few pieces of dried meat, a few black spots appeared in the distance at the bottom of the mountain, quickly going up the mountain. While running, the light of weapons flashed by from time to time. These people are not low in cultivation and can still walk as fast as flying on steep snowy mountains.
Wu Gen took a look, pondered for a moment, looked around, took a long wooden pole from the sled and placed it on the bowstring, and sat on the top of the mountain to wait quietly.
The seven black spots quickly grew in size, and soon even his face was clearly distinguishable, pointing at Wu Gen and shouting to stop. Judging from his attire, he should be a cultivator pursued by Zhujuan Kingdom. Otherwise, who would be able to climb up to such a high place to enjoy the scenery on this difficult-to-walk snow-capped mountain?
Wu Gen licked his lips, a smile appeared on his lips, and the bowstring was fully drawn. The wooden pole was not aimed at these people, but pointed at a hillside above.
The seven people looked puzzled, wondering what Wu Gen wanted to do. Suddenly, a person shouted: "He wants to create an avalanche, run away."
Since he gained spiritual consciousness, Wu Gen's perception has expanded a lot. After trying it, at least every detail within a hundred feet can be seen, and he can naturally see where the cracks in the ice are.
With a whoosh, the wooden pole flew out and pierced a black line in the ice.
The group of people at the bottom of the mountain scurried around with their heads in their hands and fled in all directions. But after waiting for a while, there was no movement everywhere, only the constant whistling of the cold wind blowing across the mountains. After a false alarm, the seven people laughed loudly and formed a fan shape to surround the top of the mountain again.
Pursing his lips, Wu Gen suddenly shouted, his tongue bursting with thunder, "Hey, listen to me, open, otherwise there will be no more Jingshi Mountain in the world." The voice spread far away, colliding back and forth in the valley, but it seemed that there was Thousands of people responded.
The wind picked up.
Suddenly, a snowball the size of a head rolled down from under the wooden pole stuck in the snow. The snowballs jumped and rolled down the mountain, sticking to the snow foam along the way. They became bigger and bigger, and soon they were the size of a millstone, and then they couldn't fit up and down the house.
Well……
The eyes of several people at the foot of the mountain followed the movements of the snow, their faces pale and confused. Watching the snowball rolling into the deep valley with a roaring sound, several people breathed a sigh of relief. After all, it did not trigger an avalanche. new
Just as he was about to step forward again, "Crack, click, click..." a series of frightening sounds sounded, the snow mist rose, and a layer of snow that was the size of a house and dozens of feet long slid down the hillside.
Like the horn of a charge, with this movement, the layers of snow roared and rushed downward, cascading thousands of miles, destroying everything in their path.
Under the huge shock, the glacier that had been silent for countless years was no longer peaceful. Mountain-like ice smashed down, and the entire Jingshi Mountain boiled.
The avalanche brought up the wind, which stirred up the flying snow. The roar of dragons shook the world. The sharp changes in the air flow made Wu Gen's consciousness useless.
The few people at the foot of the mountain were wiped out like dust in the blink of an eye in the face of such a catastrophe. No matter how high your cultivation level is, how can you resist the mighty power of heaven and earth? They are nothing more than ants touching a locust tree, earthworms shaking trees, and being so small that they cannot stir up a drop of water.
Wu Gen was dumbfounded, looking at the mountain covered with snow and mist, feeling the vibrations coming from the soles of his feet, and sensing the suction brought about by the turbulent airflow down the mountain. He used his magic technique to turn around and pull the sled and run wildly. The power of an arrow was so powerful that it caused such a big change.
Wu Gen didn't know how far he ran with his head down, but Wu Gen felt that he had never run for such a long time in his life, and the trembling under his feet gradually subsided.
He sat down on the ground and gasped for air.
After he calmed down and looked around, Shui Yunsheng was stunned. In front of us is an endless ice field, unobstructed, without beginning or end.
Since there was no shelter, the strong wind that blew from time to time blew across the ice sheet, like a knife, cutting into flat surfaces any bulge on the ice sheet that dared to resist.
There is no fluctuation on the ice sheet, just like a huge mirror, silently reflecting the sky.
The sky was milky white, and a layer of milk-like fog was always hanging in the sky. Looking down at the white ice surface, the sky and the earth are vast. I can't help but feel in a trance, and I can't tell which is the sky and which is the earth.
Here is the legendary Plateau of Nirvana.
lonely. Except for the sound of wind between heaven and earth.
, there was no other movement. When the wind blows, even the sound of heartbeat, breathing, and the gurgling sound of blood flowing through blood vessels can be clearly heard.
destroy. This is a restricted area for life. No animals, no birds, not even a single plant can survive.
Even though Wu Gen had anticipated such a situation, he was still a little surprised when he actually set foot on the Plateau of Annihilation. This plateau is so high that even Yushi Mountain is invisible at its feet.
The snow was blowing and the wind was blowing, and the wind was like a sword. Wu Gen dragged his sled and stumbled on the ice. In the vast world, each person is like an ant crawling slowly.
The most difficult thing about walking on ice is identifying the direction. The sky and the earth are all white, and the sun is hidden in the clouds and mist, spreading its light evenly across the sky and the earth, and the four poles cannot be seen. @
Only at night, when the strong wind blows, blowing away some of the fog that shrouds the sky and the earth, can we roughly identify the direction through the starlight in the sky.
But even such opportunities are rare. Many times, the sky and the earth are the same color, like an eggshell, and Wu Gen can only find a path in the chaos. Once, Wu Gen walked around in circles for three days before he discovered that the nail holes he had drilled during his previous camping trip were under his feet.
In order to prevent getting lost, Wu Gen sometimes had to rest during the day and walk by the faint starlight at night. But even the stars on the plateau are reluctant to show up. Often for several days in a row, the wind howls and the sky and the earth are dark. If you are not careful when traveling in this kind of weather, you and your sled will be sucked into the air.
If it were just like this, Wu Gen wouldn't be afraid, it would just be difficult to travel. The scariest thing is the same scenery. No matter how far you go, everything looks the same. Far and near have lost their meaning here. As far as the eye can see, there is no place that can soothe the gradually drying up mind.
Sometimes, Wu Gen even misses those who are chasing him. Even if he fights for a while, he will feel more at ease than this boundless loneliness.
Next to the sleigh, Wu Gen muttered to the empty sleigh.
"Qian Hua, this is the purple hair pen I prepared for you. It will be great to watch you write every day from now on."
"Cong Yue, I'm not telling you. With your aloof temperament, I'm afraid you won't be able to get a wife. It's better to find a random girl and marry her."
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When a person walks alone, what he fears most is losing trust in his heart. He can only rely on these thoughts to prevent himself from collapse. Wu Gen originally thought that after walking through ghosts, he had become resistant to loneliness, but on this vast ice field, loneliness still penetrated his body like poison, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The progress was extremely slow, and sometimes the wind picked up so hard that it was impossible to move forward even for several days.
The biggest problem came, the food we brought was not enough. According to the original calculation, this trip was to carry a month's worth of supplies. Looking at the half-deflated package, Wu Gen silently put down the dried meat in his hand. The daily meals had been compressed to the extreme.
People are becoming more and more sleepy, which is a sign that the body has reached its limit and has to rely on falling asleep to reduce unnecessary consumption.
There were no stars today, so Wu Gen built a simple tent on his sled and nailed the four corners of the tent deeply into the ice with long nails. Wrapping up the blanket tightly, resting his head on the spiritual house, he soon fell into a deep sleep.
The longer he slept every day, Wu Gen discovered that the practice of Duwang Jue was much faster. Perhaps the Nirvana Plateau was deserted and the world was much purer.
These days, Wu Gen often hears the sound of waves in his dreams. The sound of the waves is getting closer and closer, as if they are roaring in his ears, mixed with one or two strange calls.
In a daze, Wu Gen felt like he was back in Dafeng Village, back in that dark hut. The oil lamp on the wall was still swaying, and the pit was still half collapsed.
Although the surroundings were shabby, Wu Gen felt inexplicably at ease. From birth to now, it can be said that survival is difficult, and a person is struggling hard to survive. Only in this simple hut can one's heartstrings relax and feel a sense of peace.
Who would have thought that Wu Gen, who was usually sarcastic and cynical, would be so eager to have a place to live and be accompanied by his relatives, even if it was a poor house or a hut with earthen floors, the small dark room was the last place in his heart. of sustenance.
However, all people are born in the world and have been sailing against the current since birth. No matter whether they are going smoothly or against the tide, whether they are powerful or gangsters, there is always a soft spot in their hearts, but it is just wrapped up with heavy armor on weekdays to prevent it from being exposed by themselves.
Just now.
Lying on the pit, Wu Gen fell asleep peacefully. The sound of waves sounded again, lapping against the rocks again and again. The sound gradually grew louder, seeming to destroy these solid rocks like barriers.
Wu Gen was a little surprised where this was. He was in a bright space, with wisps of clouds and mist scattered on the deep and distant sky.
These clouds are varied and ever-changing. Like feathers floating in the air, like peaks and ridges gathering in anger, like rivers flowing, shining brightly. It's like thousands of stars grinding into mud and turning into clouds, smearing on the sky.
Wu Gen felt like a shooting star, wandering freely among them, passing through the magnificent and strange clouds everywhere.
Gradually, Wu Gen flew higher and higher, heading straight towards the sky. His speed became faster and faster, and the surrounding nebulae quickly swept back and were left behind.
A shining hot ball appeared in front of him, as bright as the sun. Wu Gen wanted to stop, but he couldn't help himself at this time. With a bang, they collided heavily.
When he woke up again, he found himself standing on a beach.
The sky is indigo and there are no sun or stars. In front of you is an endless sea. The water is deep, the waves are rolling, and countless bright spots like fireflies are wandering in the water.
A long whale call came from the distance. The sound was ethereal, like the sound of heaven. The echo in the empty valley penetrated the endless waves and reached the bottom of Wu Gen's heart.
Unknowingly, Wu Gen slowly walked into the sea. Under the azure sea water, light spots gathered around us. Wu Gen turned into a swimming fish, swimming freely in the sea, playing with the bright spots wandering around.
The sea water was warm and quiet, and the swimming fish gradually sank. The further down they went, the stronger the sea water's repulsion against them, holding Wu Gen back to prevent him from falling. Wu Gen was getting angry as he worked hard. Since he was not allowed to go deeper, he still wanted to take a look.
The swimming fish vigorously danced its fins and tails, breaking through the water flow and moving downwards, and the surrounding area gradually became brighter.
In the sea, white prismatic light pillars penetrated the sea water and were arranged regularly and orderly in the sea water. Little bits of light escaped from these light pillars.
Around the light pillar, huge transparent jellyfish stretched out their slender tentacles and swam slowly, sometimes touching the light pillar, and sometimes disappearing.
Swimming through the middle of these light pillars, waves of whispers came, the voices were soft, making people feel warm and comfortable.
Touching one of the light pillars, images flashed before Wu Gen's eyes.
A humanoid figure is dancing a sword in it. The sword style is quite familiar. Looking back carefully, it is the Tianluo style. As the light beams passed through each one, various strange pictures flashed out. Some showed pages of books moving automatically without wind, and some showed millstones rotating slowly.
After swimming for a long time, listening to the murmuring, Wu Gen gradually relaxed physically and mentally, stretched his body, no longer deliberately, and drifted with the flow in this fantastic scene. .
