The food was eaten as early as the fifteenth day.

In the case of running with all his strength, although the physical strength consumed is replaced by true qi, he is completely out of control when he is hungry.

If a person is hungry and does not need food to fill his stomach, even if he can replenish it with true qi, he will still feel that something is missing. There are still very few cultivators who can really do Bigu.

In this endless wasteland, the sun rises and the moon sets, which has long lost its meaning, and many times, it is impossible to feel the jump of time at all. No matter how far you explore, to the east, south, west, and north, it has no effect, and it is like being lost in the inner cage.

Inner cage.

Yan Li didn't know why he suddenly thought of this word, was it really his own heart that trapped him?

Is it true that if you understand something and open your eyes, you will see a different scene?

But I can't stop.

I have been persisting for four days and three nights, and now that the fourth night is coming, if I stop, this time my attempts and efforts will be in vain.

But what if you stick to it and don't see hope?

Tiredness and thirst are like two magic sounds urging to stop.

You have to stop and rest in order to enter the state of realization, and it is possible to break this illusion.

Is this an illusion?

Isn't this a fantasy?

Why don't you stop and try?

Suddenly, his toes hurt, and he looked down at the boots that showed their toes, like an avalanche, and the boots were tearing apart inch by inch from the cracks, and finally fell off the foot.

I have forgotten that this is the first pair, and I can't turn over new boots in the Qiankun ring.

Barefoot is really nothing to a cultivator, doesn't Gu Caiwei walk barefoot all year round?

She wraps her delicate little feet with the Dharma Domain all the time, and she can also use them to exercise.

But at this time, can you waste your true qi to protect your feet?

Bear with me.

The road to the wasteland was much more difficult than he imagined, and in less than half an hour, a few blisters were made by the ubiquitous stones. This little bit of pain was certainly not even itching compared to the severe pain he was constantly suffering, but it was constant and worse.

The growing blisters on his feet made him think about the meaning of this act again.

The Five Organs Temple "cooed", interrupting his thoughts again.

The thirsty mouth is like a chimney, and the throat is like a furnace.

Sure enough, it was an "endless" wasteland, and there was no end to it, and before coming in, except for Ye Xiaolang, there was no character such as an examiner to give any hints.

Is this a test for practitioners?

It's nothing short of torture.

However, if you can't even pass this level, what face do you have to worship in the Sword Court?

My aunt said yes, I want to walk in with dignity.

Now, it is no longer to avoid disaster when worshipping the Sword Court, if it is not to achieve a certain purpose, then it must be to stand on the starry sky one day.

At that time, you will be able to solve the mystery of the destruction of the door, personally slash the enemy, and complete all the revenge.

Before that, it was meaningless to think about whether it made sense.

The passage of time began to get difficult.

The blisters began to fester, the soles of the feet were bloody and blurry, and the nerves were beating with every step.

After tearing off the strips of cloth on the sixth day on foot, he could no longer think, and his true qi was about to run out because of the maintenance of his body's functions. He could feel his stomach constricting and twitching from the long period of vacancy, which brought him new pain.

It's a pain that no living creature can bear, and the illusion of all kinds of delicacies wafting in front of your eyes can make you crazy.

It's really empty.

Physical strength begins to decline.

It was the morning of the seventh day.

There seems to be some morning dew, moisturizing chapped lips.

But this little bit of supplementation is like a drop in the bucket, and it doesn't work at all.

Now it seems that the time has finally come to stop. If you go any further, you will be unconscious, and you will probably die in this wasteland.

Is it worth dying for a trial?

But it doesn't seem like the time to think about whether it's worth it or not.

In fact, I can't think at all, I just instinctively take steps.

What are trials for?

What is the test of the Endless Wasteland?

He couldn't think about these questions for a long time.

Finally, when he was not much faster than a tortoise, when the oil ran out.

Consciousness is like a dim candle of fire, illuminating a dark stone chamber, and if the darkness swallows up the stone chamber, it is the moment when he falls to the ground.

What is it?

What exactly is needed?

Isn't there a hint of a desperate test?

Suddenly, a strong light appeared in front of him, and it seemed like a gateway to the light, and he was only a dozen steps away from stepping in.

Is it the right choice?

His dry body was infused with a burst of vitality, and he gritted his teeth to reach the bright light, which seemed to be a doorway to somewhere, and he struggled to get through it with the last of his strength.

It's like passing through a tunnel of time and space, and the turbulent flow of time is arranged in various shapes in front of you. A trace of joy melts in the heart, like a rainbow after the wind and rain.

Then the scene changed, and there was a deathly silence all around.

His heart was as silent as death. The rainbow disappeared with the bright light, and after passing through a door, it was still an endless wasteland. There was not even a hint of wind in this vast field, and it was as silent as death.

He suddenly turned his head to look, and his whole body froze.

It turned out that after passing through the door, I actually returned to the place where the first mark was made, which is the starting point.

It means that these more than 20 days have all been in vain.

The cruel reality makes people desperate to the point of suicide. Because even if you start all over again, you will eventually return to the starting point. With such an endless cycle, it's no wonder it's called the Endless Wasteland.

Yan Li finally fell.

He didn't have the strength to take even one more step.

Self-doubt, like poison, roams around him and destroys his vitality.

The endless wasteland that you can't get out of turns out to be a part of the wasteland from the moment you enter.

He will die, then decay, and then desolate.

Life is inevitable.

There are some thresholds that you can't cross, just like you have to bathe in the light of the sun that rises in the west to avoid immortality, but the sun only rises from the east.

But the sun, which only rises in the east, never changes, day after day, and again and again.

It is the people who change, the hearts that are in turmoil.

As long as you have an eternal heart, even if the sun no longer rises, what is there to fear?

One day, the sun in my heart will no longer rise, which means that I will fall to the ground.

If you don't want to fall, if you don't want to admit defeat, how can you lose your light?

In this world, no one can stop you from shining.

Yan Li slowly got up and staggered forward.

PS: It's like telling yourself, too.

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