"Don't think about it anymore. My attention should be focused on how to get out, and the slight wind will be my best guide. Don't worry about Tuttle, he's a master warrior monk who can sense the slightest movement of air. “

The thought made me happy, so I decided not to waste any time and set off immediately.

In the direction of the breeze, I strode into the rocky passage ahead. There was no sound of running water, and the only sound left in the cave was the sound of my footsteps, echoing in this underground space that no one had set foot on since time immemorial.

Along the way, I even pretended to pay attention to the shape of the tunnel, some protruding rocks and the unevenness of the ground with great interest, and used my scientific knowledge of geology to make various observations and thoughts, and walked for more than two hours unconsciously.

The last thing that stood in my way was a solid rock wall.

"Huh?"

Confused, I kicked the stone wall in front of me, no doubt it was a massive rock structure, with no visible crevices or caverns. At this time, I suddenly realized that I didn't know when, and the very slight wind was gone.

The fear that had been subsided for a long time came back to my heart. I jerked around, as if trying to pull out some sneaky guy, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. The light of the lantern in his hand illuminates the neighborhood, eventually disappearing into the darkness diagonally below—the passage is generally upward. Why is there no way to get here?

Oh my God, it's like that again, I don't even know when I haven't noticed the movement of the air! But anyway, I'm going to get out. I picked up my light spell and stepped up my pace, walking back the way I had come. It must have been a mistake at some fork in the road.

Soon, I saw an intersection. However, none of them had any clear air flow, and I didn't make any special marks on the rocks, and I couldn't even tell which one I had walked on.

So, I took a deep breath and the only option left was to venture through the space. I thought back to the instinct to open up extradimensional horizons, and then came the familiar experience—the vast amount of information about the world. I felt space-time itself in a way that humans couldn't have imagined, like some kind of clear, viscous liquid that had poured and sealed me in. My consciousness swims in a sea of information, looking down on the tiny three-dimensional world from a higher dimension.

I locked onto the nearest cave exit, a completely vertical cliff with countless black caverns and strange crevasses, and the exit was just above a large protrusion in the cliff. I also saw the warrior monk Tattle, who looked a little anxious, but the route was straight to that exit - not that he abandoned me easily, but that he knew more or less about my strange ability to planeswalk, and it was easy to miss each other when I searched back.

Then, for unknown reasons, I tore a hole in the cage of "Time and Space", which for unknown reasons made me feel subjectively cruel and unforgiving, and I passed through it......

Now that monster is "in front of me"—it's a metaphor, it's hard to describe the spatial relationships of the extradimensional horizon—but none of that matters. I wanted to scream, but in this place where there was no air—where even other substances I knew didn't exist, it was all in vain, and I couldn't even mobilize the True Qi. I could only watch as it stretched out its long, twisted limbs to me, limbs made of indescribable curves and curved surfaces......

I don't know how to describe that feeling. Memories and imaginations seem to have become a series of vague images, but something is beyond the scope of my consciousness. They are not dreams that are so wonderful that they are beyond the power of words to describe them;

Some terrifying monsters swim in the grotesque scene, which I know is the sinister world with three suns that I once dreamed of. But this time I "saw" far more than I had ever experienced before—I now knew what was behind the huge black triangle that took up half of the sky, and where the abyss led behind the eerie vortex of calm. However, this information never appears in the memory of any normal mind......

Looking back now, I can only remember the vague feelings that remained in the human body, but the thoughts and experiences I had when I became one with the void can never be recovered—in fact I hope they never return.

How this experience ended is hard for me to describe exactly. Actually, that monster didn't mean to hurt me. It seemed to convey something to me, a fizzing, hollow sound that fed back to the fragile human brain – and perhaps the fragile soul – of the human being. It emitted a barrage of syllables of unknown meaning in this weird, hollow sound, and that's all I could remember.

I'm sure I must have realized something, but another elusive instinct reacted more quickly than the subjective self – it actively unleashed a wave of fear that overwhelmed my subjective consciousness in an instant. I fainted.

When I woke up again, I was lying on a blanket, inside the cave that was the exit. A large rock acts as a natural screen, shielding the cave from the cold wind, and not far away is a small campfire that exudes warmth. I settled down and found Tuttle by my side, and despite my rags, I felt safe.

"You're awake. ”

The warrior monk quickly noticed my gaze. I nodded and asked him:

"So...... Did I finally teleport to this exit location?"

"Yes, when I came out, you had passed out on the ground. Tuttle said, stirring a spoon in a lunch box by the campfire, "What's wrong? I don't think you're in any big shape, and you don't look like you've been attacked." Is there a problem with the spell casting?"

"Maybe it's ......"

I felt a splitting headache, and the memories that were already indescribable became more abstract and vague – but I couldn't let what little impression I had left go away. I took out my notes and encouraged myself to control the pen and write on the page.

"You'd better take a break. ”

Seeing that I hadn't listened, Tuttle sighed and added the only pieces of jerky in his backpack — which the warrior monks didn't avoid — and a "biscuit" made of vegetables and tubers, and the smell of food came over his face. I was almost done, and then I remembered that Tuttle didn't have much supplies on him, and hurriedly took the food out of his carry-on space.

I rested in the cave for half a day before returning to the waking world. At parting, I gave Tuttle the spell of the Illusory Stepping Spirit, along with food and other supplies, and he advised me that it was best to recuperate for a while before entering the Illusionary Dream Realm.

I woke up in my dorm bed. The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the window, and the clean floor is a pattern of orange-red glow and gray shadows. One side is not here, and there is an insulated lunch box on the table, leaving a note on it, saying that it is for me.

Although I also need to eat in my dreams, the food in my dreams does not work on my body in reality. However, although I felt extra weak and tired, I was not as hungry as I had imagined, and it seemed that the spell used to explore the dream world had also put my metabolism into a state similar to hibernation.

Anyway, I supplemented my body with the necessary nutrients. After a comfortable hot bath, I felt much better, but I still needed time to recuperate. When the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared into the sky, one side passed.

"I'm sorry to have slept for so long. I joked with a smile, and then gave a prepared excuse, "Tried a little bit of the 'Turtle Breath' kind of spell." ”

"It's about the same as I guessed, no wonder I used my ability to probe your physiological activities, and I got that kind of result......" Fang Tong didn't doubt too much, "But Yunjun, the next time you cultivate in the dormitory, tell me more or less first, it's scary to suddenly see a person like sleeping dead." ”

"Ahaha, well, it's my fault. ”

One side of the passage is fooling the past. Actually, the question that really worries me is whether I should tell Sora Akiyama about them. But what do I say? Now I can't even organize and organize the fragments of information that I have obtained, and the impressions and experiences that are difficult to describe, into an oral report that I can convey to others.

I decided to wait until the end of the trip to the monastery to tell them.