The black land is covered with deep valleys and mountains. Looking from top to bottom, these criss-crossing and strange lines embellish the place into a strange and bizarre world. Perhaps this is the original appearance of the world.
Violent strong winds persist all year round, turning the rocks on the mountains into gravel and gravel. The sand and dust fly up, blowing away drought and desolation that stretch for tens of thousands of miles.
Every step I take on this sand leaves a deep footprint. Soon, the sand and wind buried the footprints again, as if no one had ever left any traces.
The wind is invisible and the water has no force, but the mountains here have left the shape of the wind. Like the nebulae rotating in the night sky, like the ruins of the ancient city wall, like the migrating fish in the sea, and like the birds flying across the sky.
But Qingya had no intention of admiring the magnificent scenery along the way. In his eyes, there was only the black lotus blooming on the distant horizon.
The dark cracks in the ground are bottomless, and the green cliff faces the abyss. Under the bottomless darkness, only a fiery red thread shines brightly. That is the lava rolling underground.
After crossing the deep valley and browsing the hills, the figure of the young man was flying rapidly on the broken earth. There were no stars pointing the direction under the chaotic sky. Qingya had to stop and adjust his position from time to time to ensure that he was not running in the wrong direction.
In the constant exhaustion and recovery of his own spiritual power, Qingya can no longer remember how long he has walked. There is no alternation of the sun and the moon here, and Qingya has lost the concept of time.
Looking back at the way we came, we could no longer see the direction we came from. Likewise, Qingya couldn't see how far away the end was. In this silent world, you are always alone.
At the end of this land, a thousand-foot cliff rises vertically into the sky. Looking up, the sky on the other side of the cliff is particularly bright. This is because the ice and snow reflect the only weak light into the sky.
Qingya stretched out his palm and touched the cliff in front of him. Perhaps because it was backed by a snowfield, the rocks on the cliff were also covered with a thin layer of ice. They were smooth and there was no possibility of climbing.
Qingya slowly rose into the sky and continued to climb toward the sky. His cultivation in the foundation-building period could not support Qingya's sword to rise to the top of the cliff. So when his spiritual power was about to be exhausted, Qingya pointed the long sword in his hand toward the person in front of him. The ice rock stabbed away.
The sharp sword tip instantly pierced the ice and penetrated deeply into the rock. Qingya then stood up and stood on top of Qingming, and began to restore his spiritual power.
The higher you go, the stronger the wind becomes and the thinner the air becomes. The distance Qingya rises each time becomes shorter and shorter, and the time to adjust your breath becomes longer and longer. By the end, Qingya had climbed to the top step by step.
In the past, when Taibai, the sword immortal, stayed at the mountain temple at night, he wandered around the sky, holding the stars in his hands, and frightened the people in the sky. But now, Qingya stands at the top of the world, and the sky is already under his feet. The world in front of him is no longer an endless flat land, and the horizon in the distance shows an arc of blue light.
That is the end of the world.
Suddenly, Qingya felt a burst of light rising from behind. Looking back, he saw a bright moon rising from the world of ice and snow, hanging in the night sky.
Being used to the dim vision, he suddenly saw a burst of bright moonlight. Qingya's eyes were instantly flashed white, and his body shook a few times involuntarily, almost causing him to fall down the mountain.
How could the moon rise?
Although he does not remember the world, Qingya can be sure that he has been running around in this world for more than a month and has never seen the sun rise and the moon set. Could it be said that only by climbing to the top of this world can he see the bright moon? ?
Qingya tried to take a few steps back, lowering himself to the height of the top of the mountain. The surrounding area instantly fell into darkness again, and when he jumped to the top of the mountain again, the bright moon rose again.
Damn it, is this moon alive?
At such a height, the bright moon is right in front of Qingya. Looking at the flawless white jade mirror in front of him, the soft moonlight caresses Qingya's body, like a gentle spring breeze, bringing out the lingering sleepiness, making people want to fall asleep. Sleeping in the embrace of moonlight.
Opening his arms, Qingya slowly embraced the bright moon in front of him. As the moonlight flowed, Qingya gradually closed his eyes.
After running around for so many days, the fatigue that he had suppressed surged in, instantly removing all Qingya's defenses.
"I'm just going to sleep for a while, just a little while, it won't waste time."
Qingya thought like this, gradually sinking into the gentle moonlight.
Just when Qingya's consciousness was about to dissipate, a sharp pain hit the spiritual platform. Qingya opened his eyes instantly, but found that he had just stepped on the air. If he took another step forward, he would definitely fall down the mountain. , fell to the ground with no bones left.
"Do not be stained by dirt or stained by worldliness."
A cold spell sounded in Qingya's mind, instantly bringing him back to reality. Hearing this voice again, Qingya's heart immediately settled down.
Master, have you been watching me?
Looking at the bright moon in front of him again, Qingya realized that the size it displayed now was as big as what he usually saw on the ground.
If he could really touch the moon, then it would have covered the entire sky, so how could it be held in his arms?
It seems that he still hasn't mastered the practice. Qingya laughed to himself and waved his sword. The bright moon in front of him split into two, lost its brilliance and fell into the abyss.
Ahead is the endless ice field. In this icy blue world, there is only deathly silence.
Let's go, Qingya jumped down from the top with his sword and walked into the ice and snow.
quiet,
At this time, Qingya broke into the only feeling here.
In the outer layer, there are still strong winds howling and lava rolling. Although there is no life, the sounds of nature still accompany my ears. At this moment, the surroundings were so quiet that Qingya almost wondered if he had lost his hearing.
Only when his footprints crushed the ice on the surface of the ground, making a crunching sound, did Qingya regain his hearing.
Fortunately, the surrounding temperature did not make Qingya feel cold. In addition, there was no howling wind and snow, so Qingya's walk was relatively smooth.
After walking through the vast ice field, another huge mountain peak stood in front of me, but unlike the previous cliffs, there were mountain roads leading to the top of the mountain. Looking from a distance, there seemed to be pavilions and pavilions looming on the mountain.
Are there any traces of human life here?
Qingya set foot on the mountain road covered with ice and snow with a sense of expectation.
Along the way, Qingya saw dense bamboo forests, leafy laurel trees, scattered bushes, nimble squirrels lying on the branches, and white rabbits and deer parked under the trees. Unfortunately, these things were all made of ice and snow. It was carved, and although it was lifelike, it was also lifeless.
Walking up again, the many pavilions gradually appeared in front of Qingya. A flying arch connected the mountain walls on both sides, and a huge plaque hung on it, with the three characters "Yuxu Palace" clearly visible.
I don’t know how long the Yuxu Palace has been here, but the colors on the plaque have almost faded. After glancing at the palace in the distance, Qingya walked straight into the Yuxu Palace.
Time here seems to be frozen at a certain moment. In the outer courtyard, the gurgling stream still maintains the moment when water splashes, but these few droplets can no longer fall into the water below. .
In the pavilion with octagonal eaves, this chess game is being placed. The white stone falls on Tianyuan's position, but the black stone is just taken out of the chess box. Before it can fall on the chessboard, time is stopped, and the chess players here are The two of them disappeared without a trace.
Going further, the cold palace echoed with Qingya's footsteps. In the covered bridge, the main hall was all brightly lit with candles, and there was even a bathtub in the wing, and the water inside was still steaming. Everything was... It looks very peaceful, except that there are fewer people.
After passing through various pavilions, Qingya reached the innermost palace. Different from the buildings outside, this place was completely an ice palace carved from ice and snow.
Stepping into the hall, there were ice and snow guards standing on both sides. They held swords in one hand and mirrors in the other, looking down at the human being who broke into this place.
Click. Qingya heard a sound and immediately turned around to look at these ice sculpture guards.
Qingya had seen similar scenes in the legends of the past. Once these seemingly lifeless statues were aware of someone intruding, they would immediately come to life and kill the intruders.
These statue guards are often extremely powerful, and because they have no sense of pain, even cutting off their hands and feet will not help, making them extremely difficult to deal with.
Now, they are not really going to come back to life.
Qing Ya stared nervously at the ice sculptures in front of him. The long sword in his hand was already flashing with cold light, ready to draw the sword at any time.
There was another sound. Qingya looked up and found a crack in an ice sculpture, and bits of ice shards fell down along with the cracked crack.
In Kerala, the cracks grew larger and larger and soon covered the entire arm of the statue.
Boom, accompanied by a loud noise, the ice sculpture's arm hit the ground, stirring up a burst of ice mist, and a deep pit was made in the ground polished by crystal.
Fortunately, Qingya dodged in time and was not affected by this unnecessary disaster.
It was so dangerous, Qing Ya was afraid and slapped his chest. Recalling what he had just thought, Qing Ya suddenly laughed out loud.
You, you, you, if you don’t study hard and practice hard, you read those strange stories every day, now you are better, reading everything will only harm you.
I must practice diligently in the future and never spend time on these stories again.
Qingya secretly made up his mind, but who knows whether he will strictly implement it in the future?
In front, at the highest point of the hall, under the throne, there is a flower made of ice blooming, which looks out of place in this solemn ice palace.
