The conclusion of the conversation was again a gamble of random selection - in fact, all I could filter out were rock pipes that were too narrow, or caves that were at risk of collapsing. There are also a few options on the side cliffs, and their rock formations appear to be more solid and stable, perhaps slightly more reliable than those at the top, which are nearly vertical.

Before we set off, Tuttle and I took a break to rehydrate. The exit we chose was one of the caves relatively close to the platform at our feet, which was located on a steep rock wall more than twenty meters away, and the diameter of the cave entrance was about three meters. Tuttle's body hadn't fully recovered, and the burden of using the Warrior Monk's skills was too heavy, so I grabbed him and flew against the wind as before.

The soft light illuminated the cliff beside it, but the light that shot down was swallowed up by the dark abyss, inch by inch, greedy and merciless. Above the bottomless abyss, every nerve of mine was as tight as a bowstring that had been pulled apart, and those lingering nightmares seemed to be constantly pounding the embankment of my reason, threatening to make me completely lose my mind—not to pieces, but to be lost in the dark "gentle country" where softness and hardness coexisted......

When we finally settled on the solid cave floor, I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, mentally and physically, and I felt a rare softness under my feet, as if the last time I had rested was not more than ten seconds ago, but more than ten hours ago. I calmed down a little, ran the true qi, relieved the physical weakness caused by psychological factors, and then hit the road again.

Perhaps compensating for those elusive nightmares that preceded it, the rest of the journey went unexpectedly well. That's not to say we're just going down a path – there's no shortage of forks and treacherous terrain along the way, and a flying sword with limited detection range doesn't always make it a path at once, but Tuttle and I have overcome nature's challenges for explorers with great skill.

And thankfully, my mental condition seems to have improved significantly, and I am no longer reminded of certain nightmares. It was as if I had left behind the heavy package I was carrying, and suddenly I felt much lighter, the craggy rocks and the ever-changing shadows returning to normal, becoming more and more dull as time passed. That's really a good thing.

In short, when it was time to rest, although I was physically exhausted, I no longer had the previous feeling of depression, so I wrote a lot in my notes in one go.

But to be honest, the second half of the journey was a bit too boring compared to the first half of the journey that left a deep impression on me. Rocks, caves, labyrinths, forks, nothing more than that, plus cliffs and crevices that were not too difficult for me and Tuttle. So, by contrast, I'd rather write a little bit about where we are at the moment, as the end of today's record.

We were in the corner of a huge rock cavern, also a high, platform-like rock structure. But unlike the rock cavity mentioned above, the bottom of this cave is not very far from us, and I can look down on the babbling underground streams below, as well as the protruding rocks and stone pillars rising from the ground. The air is humid and cool, and the breeze is very pleasant.

In this environment, I quickly felt drowsy, and even Tuttle said that he needed to get a good night's sleep. Of course, before falling asleep, I set up a sword formation just in case.

……

The wind was blowing in the wind, accompanied by a biting chill, and the snow-capped peaks in the distance glistened in the bloody sun. I leaned against a boulder of the right shape, and as soon as I lifted my pen, it suddenly seemed as if everything that had happened was just a nightmare, and the details of this strange dream had been blurred in my memory by the instinct of self-preservation.

How do I get started? Perhaps, it would be better to write from the fragments of the unreal feeling in my memory, although I suspect that my words may only convey two or three times out of ten.

At that time, exhausted, I quickly fell asleep, there is no doubt about that. The second half of the uneventful journey, which did not bother my tired spirit as the strange experience of yesterday, prevented me from sleeping peacefully. The gentle darkness caressed me and enveloped me tightly.

I seemed to have the illusion that the nightmarish "things"—I don't know what to call them—had completely moved away from me, and that my calm and calm mind had returned, and that I could enjoy the same peaceful happiness as before. I was wrong.

The tedious and worthless journey made the ensuing nightmare even more terrifying. It was definitely not a dream that any human on Earth could create—I was more inclined to think of it as some kind of unspeakable being, the one that had caused the whirlpool, shaped the devil's ploughing, and lured me into a world with a huge black triangle and three suns, to bring his power to earth with my mortal body.

The first sleep is like a pool of calm and clear water. In my hazy sleep, I seemed to hear a strange lyrical tune, with a mesmerizing and harmonious sound echoing in all directions. It was as if I had risen from my bunk and floated in mid-air—but in retrospect, I thought it was nothing more than an illusion, for I would have surely come to my senses when I cast the Wind Resistance—and at the same time, an indescribable grandeur erupted in my artificially closed vision.

It was a sight that could not be described in detail. They – and I mean the things in the scene – swirled like a kaleidoscope, no, in fact they contained geometric principles and rules that I could not understand, which were definitely not the spatial transformations of the world I was familiar with. They seem to be made up of something that radiates brilliance, both like an ethereal creation of consciousness and with the qualities of what is described as "soft" or "malleable" in real matter. But I experienced much more than that—unexpectedly, I didn't seem to feel alien to them, as if they were all familiar to me, and that our connection would last forever.

At this point, I still had no pain, fear, or other negative experiences, even though my rational mind sensed that something was wrong after the event was over. But it wasn't long before — and I still can't say for sure exactly what time it was, because the moment and eternity didn't seem to me that different at the time — "that thing" came.

Just as I was immersed in the nameless dream, the sound of water hitting the rocks suddenly sounded in my ears, so I woke up vigilantly and subconsciously activated the magic light next to my pillow. Then, with the sound of Shin Qi breaking through the bedding, I jumped up in horror. The sudden onset of lights revealed a terrifying sight that I will never forget—the boundaries between the real and the false seemed to be broken, and the nightmares that should have existed only in my imagination appeared to me.