When Song Wenqing's palm gently covered the stone tablet with the word 'God's Tomb' engraved on it, a line of words suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
"Do you want to give up everything you already own and start an adventure with a new attitude?"
There are two options below the text to continue and exit.
This seems to be Ke Xiaoliang's setting of Huzhongjie to be much more 'humanized'.
But in fact, this is simply a false proposition.
I spent several hours doing pre-rendering, and used the word "God's Tomb" to shock the mind and make people think.
At this time, how could anyone who still has the fighting spirit in his heart choose to give up?
And those who would choose to give up don't have enough willpower to think about it. Even if they are squeezed... they can't squeeze out a few bucks, so they just give up if they give up.
As expected, Song Qingwen did not hesitate and directly chose to continue. This time he still came with a divided soul.
So even if there is any danger, the loss is not big.
What's more, after experiencing the last 'test', he has a lot of respect for the 'faceless man' who created this world, and he doesn't really believe that this is a trap.
"This will be a long journey, and you will feel alone and lonely. Those dangers will become insignificant to you. You will even feel that you are just wasting time, just chasing an impossible goal. The miracle of existence.”
Below the text, the options to continue and exit appear again.
Song Qingwen quickly chose to continue.
"The journey of life is always lonely. All people and things are just an experience in this journey. So for God, is their loneliness because of their experiences? They have existed, so Did you choose death again?”
The gradually grand and distant music gradually began to sound louder and louder in Song Qingwen's ears.
Then he felt a suction, absorbing and even shaping his soul.
He didn't resist and allowed this power to transform him.
After that power disappeared, Song Qingwen felt that his true power was suppressed by a fragile seal, and he turned into a weird little man, standing in a dark cave with nothing in front of him. Due to his unclear vision, he couldn't figure out his true state at all.
This feels weird.
It's like returning to the time when we were ordinary people.
Weak, powerless, and all kinds of physical qualities are extremely fragile.
A small amount of darkness can cause great distress.
In the darkness, something seemed to be moving quickly. She clung to his body, facing his cold breath.
But Song Qingwen couldn't see it.
For a moment, he wanted to tear open the seal, but saw a new text appear in front of him.
"If you want to give up, you can do it at any time. After all, not everyone can bear the feeling of loneliness and vulnerability. Even the gods who were once aloof can't bear it. No one will criticize you. A true warrior can always bear it. Face your own inner vulnerability.”
Underneath the seemingly comforting dialogue, there are still options to continue or exit.
In the context of this option, the above paragraph becomes ironic and sarcastic.
Although it seems...it doesn't seem to mean this.
Song Qingwen restrained his impulse and started groping in the darkness.
Soon he found a dry torch, and found some phosphorus powder and two pieces of flint in the corner.
The torch was lit.
The darkness is dispelled.
He saw clearly where he was.
This is an odd looking 'hall'.
Rows of wooden chairs were broken or collapsed in the rubble.
The snow-white gauze showed signs of being burned by the fire, and was now covered with dust.
On the dome above the head, there are still incomplete paintings.
In the murals, there are some weird people with golden or platinum hair, thin clothes, and wings. Their eyes are deep and sacred, and they seem to be reaching down to grab something.
The ugly monster with horns on its head and bat wings on its back was pierced to the ground by their swords wrapped in flames, as if it was wailing.
"Feather people from Yizhou?" Song Qingwen felt a little strange.
Because even the feathered people of Yizhou, the wings on their backs are by no means pure white.
Most appear gray and brown, as well as chaotic variegated colors.
Only the Sixteen Pillar Clan, whose bloodline is nobler and purer, will have cyan and purple wings.
As for the highest royal family, they have silver and gold wings.
Hold the torch and move forward.
Directly in front is a tall podium.
Directly behind the podium is a large cross.
On the cross, a rotting corpse was crucified.
The corpse's hands and wrists each had a silver nail stuck firmly into the cross.
The feet were stacked together, passed through by a silver nail, and nailed to the end of the cross.
There seemed to be some words written in blood next to the body.
But Song Wenqing did not recognize these characters.
There is also a thick book on the table on the podium.
Blowing away the dust on the cover, Song Qingwen opened the book.
The words on the page seemed to match those on the wall.
They both belonged to a strange language that he didn't understand.
At this time, Song Qingwen suddenly had an illusion.
"Could it be that... I have really come to a different world through some means?"
Strange words, strange murals, strange buildings... These are all incompatible with the 'common sense' that Song Qingwen understood and knew.
Guagua!
Some crows made strange cries outside the broken door not far away.
Song Qingwen looked around the 'hall' again.
In addition to the book with an unknown text, he also found several silver or copper crosses, a letter that was also incomprehensible, and some meaningless odds and ends.
After gaining nothing more, Song Qingwen walked out of the 'hall'.
Looking back, it appears to be a separate building.
The architectural style is weird. It should be grand and solemn, but it looks eerie and scary because of the clouds and wind.
Of course, this small amount of atmosphere exaggeration cannot cause any psychological pressure for a demon sect leader like Song Qingwen.
What really made him feel a little puzzled and confused was that this place was different from everything he knew.
Not far ahead of the weird-style building is a large cemetery.
A large number of crows were hovering over the cemetery.
In front of each tomb, there is a wooden sign in the shape of a cross.
Some of them were engraved with words that Song Qingwen could not understand.
Song Qingwen staggered along the path covered by weeds.
When he reached a small river, he finally saw the face reflected in the river with the help of the hazy skylight.
It was a young and unfamiliar face.
He is thin, but has a high nose bridge, green eyes, and light blond hair. His skin is also very white, but there are many freckles.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the dark sky.
In the originally quiet river, a bloody mouth suddenly jumped out and bit Song Qingwen fiercely.
