After Shumao was pulled into the Taiji Stone, his eyes went dark, and then a large piece of bright light appeared in front of his eyes.
"Identification, Onmyoji apprentice, the first level: the road without end."
A chime came from the hall, which made Shumao suspect that he was back on Earth again.
At this moment, a passage appeared directly in front of Shushige, the door of the passage was tightly closed, but the words "Endless Road" were written on it.
Shumao knew that this was his first level.
Shumao directly pushed open the door of the passage and walked in, when he walked in, the gate suddenly closed, and there was no light around, Shumao wanted to use fire to illuminate the surrounding road, but at this time, Shumao found that he couldn't mobilize the slightest chakra, that is to say, his current situation was equivalent to being sealed in the meridians, and those chakras in the meridians could be felt, but they couldn't be used.
Shumao sighed, not knowing what was going on on the road ahead, he took his own steps directly and started the assessment of the first level.
There was silence all around, only the sound of Shumao's own footsteps; The surroundings are pitch black, and the standard fingers are not visible; The surroundings are bland, as if there is no life.
It didn't take long for Shumao to have new questions, where is this, is he still in the belly of the mountain, is there a stone in front of him, is there anyone around, is there grass, and even whether there are animals in front of him, these thoughts are churning in Shumao's mind, and the only thing that remains unchanged is Shumao's continuous pace of progress.
The darkness made Shu Mao feel a little anxious, and this extra depression made Shu Mao's heart fluctuate a lot.
There was no light in front of him, and there was no difference between closing his eyes and not closing his eyes, so Shu Mao simply closed his eyes directly, and he wanted to rely on hearing to move forward.
Sure enough, after closing his eyes, he could hear his own heartbeat, footsteps, and even the sound of his own skeleton, and an inexplicable sound that Shumao couldn't say, but he knew that there was indeed such a voice.
Slowly, the sounds changed, starting with the loudest footsteps.
Slowly, Shumao frowned, and the sound of footsteps became smaller, but Shumao obviously didn't lighten the force, and the sound of clogs stepping on the rocks was slowly fading.
And the sound of his heartbeat was slowly getting louder, getting louder and louder, and the sound of the skeletons rubbing against each other was getting louder and louder, and the inexplicable voice began to get louder.
Suddenly, Shumao heard a very noisy sound, which was the sound of blood flowing in the meridians, and I thought it was the sound of the river flowing.
The sound of the heart beating, like a roaring engine, and like the sound of an ancient drum, "knocking", and from time to time there is also a "crunching" sound, like the sound of an old boatman shaking, and like an old door, the dull crunch when opening the door, these sounds seem to lead Shumao into a new world.
Slowly, those voices gradually disappeared, and the inexplicable voice became the only melody: Forward, forward, the exit of the road is ahead, forward, forward, the light is ahead, forward, forward, the world of the Onmyoji is ahead.
When Shumao heard such a voice, he had an inexplicable trust in it, those fears, those panics, and those uneasiness, all seemed to be soothed, and Shumao's breathing became stable again, no anxiety, no eagerness, no panic, and even some special charm when breathing, such as rhythm, such as flatness.
Maybe after a long time, maybe after a while, Shu Mao, who had his eyes closed, suddenly felt a bright light in front of his eyelids, he knew that it was bright light, but he was not in a hurry, he still closed his eyes, and walked forward step by step.
Because the voice in his heart didn't make him stop.
After a while, Shumao smelled a very good smell, which was more fragrant than his snacks, fresher than the smell of Xiao Burying, and more refreshing than the smell of nature, but Shumao still closed his eyes and continued to take his steps, because the sound still made him move on.
After a while, Shumao felt the temperature change around him, and he just frowned, but soon, the brow was soothed again by the voice in his heart, which told him, it's nothing, let's move on.
It didn't take long for Shumao to hear the sound of war and smell the smoke of gunpowder.
He could feel the smoke of gunpowder, the stench of blood in the air, and even, from time to time, the sound of swords and swords, the sound of cannons, the roars of the enemy, the screams of the enemy, the screams of his own side, the sound of angry horns, the sound of the horn of the charge, etc., but this time there was no reminder of the voice in his heart, but Shumao still took his steps firmly, straight forward, without a trace of hesitation, without a trace of hesitation.
Stride forward.
Finally, Shu Mao felt the breath of nature, he could feel as if he was standing in the moonlight, the slight mountain breeze, gently dripping, rolling up the leaves of the treetops, making a roaring sound in the woods; The slight mountain breeze, gently dripping, drove the waves on the surface of the river, lapping the shore and making a gurgling sound.
The moonlight shone quietly on his body, so soft, so comfortable, so fascinating.
But Shumao was like a passerby, taking firm steps and continuing to move forward.
The sounds and smells around me have disappeared at some point, leaving behind the dull black, the lonely black, but now these things can't make Shumao produce a trace of fluctuations, a trace of ripples, Shumao just walked so firmly, walking, I don't know how many steps I walked, how many miles I walked, I don't even know how long I walked, maybe for a moment, maybe for eternity.
Finally, a message came from the sky: the first level, the endless road, passed Shumao shook his arm, he could feel that he could mobilize the chakra again, he could still feel the power of his divine sense, he wanted to be extraordinarily powerful, many times stronger than before, this was an unimaginable thing, he could feel everything about himself, as if, he heard the signal of the rhythm of his own life again.
Shumao stopped and opened his eyes, he saw that he was still standing in place, the words written on the door were still like that, and the surrounding scenery had not changed much, but what had changed was Shumao's stable heart, and at this moment, Shumao felt better than ever. t1706231537: