However, after finally meeting an immortal, is there any reason to retreat?
Opportunities never come again!
So, they ignored the palms made of flesh and blood and climbed the mountain wall only by the touch of their hands and feet in complete darkness.
Looking down, it is pure black, and it is impossible to judge the height at all.
The higher you climb, the fiercer the wind becomes and the heavier the water vapor becomes.
The heavy water vapor made it difficult for them to breathe, and they had to stop climbing frequently and take several hard breaths to replenish the lost strength, and at the same time remind their paralyzed nerves that they still existed.
Suddenly a gust of mountain wind swept across from nowhere.
He felt his sleeves being pulled by the strong wind, and hurriedly pressed his body against the mountain wall, his sleeves flapping suddenly.
However, a long, unwilling scream came from beside him, gradually disappearing into the distance and disappearing into the mountain wind.
It turned out that the gust of wind just now pulled a companion down.
His heart felt chilly, and the fear of death suddenly struck him. His calves immediately became weak, but his hands still hugged the mountain wall tightly.
He heard another companion crawling past him, slowly surpassing him.
Gritting his teeth, he opened his tragic eyes, covered with bloodshot eyes, and continued to crawl toward the fire.
The mountains seemed endless.
But they did it.
They finally saw clearly that the fire was not actually fire.
Not fire, but something that glowed brightly.
They had never seen anything else that could shine except fire.
The strong light revealed seven-colored rays of light, which were constantly changing colors in the strong white light. It was very dazzling, but it faintly exuded an elegant and refreshing air.
The moment the glow appeared in front of them, the two of them forgot their fear and that they should continue climbing.
The group of light was on the protruding stone platform on the mountainside.
Their hands are already on the stone platform. As long as they work harder, they can climb onto the stone platform.
However, they feel that the light cannot be disturbed or offended.
Their intuition is: That light is an immortal!
Suddenly, the strong light dimmed, leaving only a thin layer of soft light.
In the soft light, there is a shrinking human figure.
The man was kneeling on the ground, his back bent in pain, his head touching the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the sand, and his two fists clenched as if to crush the air inside.
He groaned loudly and trembled all over.
His back became more and more curved, and a huge mass bulged high on his back, like an ugly tumor. There was a foreign object squirming and squeezing in the mass, making the sound of mucus flowing and rolling.
The two immortal seekers were frightened by the scene in front of them. They had never seen such a strange image. For a moment, their admiration for the immortal disappeared without a trace, and they suddenly became afraid of the immortal seeker.
They already opened their mouths and wanted to scream, but they couldn't make a sound and could only scream in their hearts.
The doubts and surprises in their hearts were sublimating. Their eyes could no longer open wider, and they were shouting in their hearts: "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." The screams became more and more frantic, and even their hearts were hoarse. .
The bulge on the immortal's back, the skin and flesh were so swollen and tight that it was about to burst. Under the soft light, it showed a beautiful color of blood. There was something inside, struggling to break out.
Almost broken.
They look forward to it.
Almost broken.
The light emitted from the skin reveals the capillaries under the skin, and you can even see thin blood flowing.
It’s about to break!
The two of them felt that their heartbeats were too fast and they felt like they were about to suffocate, but they did not dare to touch their chests. Their hands still clung to the edge of the stone platform rationally.
They look forward to it.
The skin on the immortal's back squeezed through a small gap, and strong light suddenly leaked out.
The small gap suddenly exploded like a river bursting its embankment.
"Oh my god..." Their hearts almost stopped!
The immortal also stopped moaning and gasped lightly.
The light on his body gradually became brighter again, from soft to strong.
A pair of large wings rose from his back, and their feathers shone like pearls.
The wings are still wet, but are slowly drying and hardening in the mountain wind.
The immortal completed his transformation. He raised his head slightly, closed his eyes comfortably, and his face was full of peace.
Soon he cautiously moved his half-dried wings.
The immortal's vitality slowly recovered, and the rays of light were once again so bright that it was blinding.
The young man seeking immortality was dumbfounded and opened his mouth blankly as the cold mountain wind blew into his mouth.
The young man wondered if his companions shared his joy.
He turned around and looked.
The companion is missing.
At some point, in the midst of great excitement, his companion reached out to touch the immortal.
This thought together creates endless regrets.
Regret and consternation were completely shattered at the bottom of the mountain in the cold night, and dispersed into the dust.
Now he was alone.
He finally realized that he was in danger.
He calmed down, took a deep breath, and tried to reach up to the stone platform.
Yes, the immortal is already in front of you.
But once you die, everything is meaningless.
The cold sweat on his palms caused his palms to slide down slowly.
The muscles in his arms were numb and he could no longer exert any strength.
He pursed his lips tightly, trying to control his movements.
He looked up again to confirm his target.
The immortal is still there, and his wings have dried, exuding the elegant fragrance of flowers in the humidity carried away by the mountain wind.
The immortal stood up slowly, flapped his wings, and finally spotted the young man hanging on the edge of the stone platform.
The immortal looked at the young man curiously.
Seeing the appearance of the immortal, the young man seeking immortality also felt sleepy.
This immortal has a high nose, a thin face, a pointed chin, and all his long hair draped behind him.
What's even more peculiar is that the immortal's eyes are green.
Are the immortals barbarians?
A young man once saw a "sex-eyed man" with a high nose and blue eyes in the market. It turns out that barbarians can also become immortals?
The young man didn't want to think too much, and he couldn't think too much. He wanted to climb up, kneel in front of the immortal, and beg him to teach him the method of becoming an immortal. No matter what, he absolutely requested it. This was his only dream, which drove him to take the risk of climbing up. dream.
Besides, two of his companions had already died.
However, at this moment, he actually gave up.
He was exhausted and weak, the muscles of his limbs no longer obeyed the function, and the mountain wind took away his body heat like adding insult to injury.
My consciousness is blurred, and my vision is clouded by tears. I wonder if they are tears of fatigue? Tears blown by the mountain wind? Or tears of regret?
There is still a trace of unwillingness in the young man's heart, and he is making a final struggle.
He thought to himself: The first companion who fell had not seen the immortal yet, so he died with little regret.
The second companion just thought of it temporarily and must have been extremely regretful when he fell.
If he fell now, he would be within reach of immortality, and that kind of regret would be an eternal regret.
Can't die, can't die, but it seems like I have to die.
The immortal flapped his radiant wings, and the brilliance of his new feathers flickered in the wind.
The immortal seemed ready to fly away at any moment by the mountain wind, but he looked at the young man hesitantly.
The young man looked at him pleadingly.
The immortal lowered his head and frowned, hesitating.
Suddenly, the young man saw clearly and saw the immortal's clear eyes, exuding childlike innocence.
The young man was moved for no reason.
Could this be the state of "attaining the Tao"?
Is this the blending with heaven and earth, returning to nature, and becoming one with "Tao"?
The immortal looked to the sky and smelled the mountain breeze.
He no longer looked down at the young man, he no longer hesitated.
He flapped his wings and flew up, flying with his whole body in the air, following the mountain wind and flying away from the stone platform.
The young man watched the immortal quickly turn into a point of light in the dark night, turn in a large arc, and disappear behind a mountain.
As soon as the immortal left, he also took the glow with him. He immediately fell into darkness and could not see anything.
His heart was broken, and he could even hear the cracking sound in his chest.
He wanted to cry loudly. Before he finally fell off the mountain wall from exhaustion, his heart was completely dead.
There was no point in climbing up the stone platform.
He couldn't climb any further.
All his thoughts turned to dust, causing him to give up struggling and relax his fingers.
An obsession with life made him unwilling to let go completely. He still retained a little strength to hold on to the stone wall, waiting for the strength to disappear.
In an instant, he fell into "no thought".
The whole head is empty, chaotic, without up, down, left, right, birth, old age, sickness or death, all four elements are empty.
He half-closed his eyes, and his dazed body was swaying in the strong mountain wind.
"Death...that's what it is..." In a corner of his heart, he told himself.
Suddenly, the retina felt a little stinging, and several light spots appeared, gradually enlarging.
Is death coming? Is it the flashback before death?
