In the eternal darkness of the unknown.

The handwriting on the stone was sloppy, and it looked like it had just been written.

The handwriting is as good as new.

But it's not Yan Shan's handwriting.

This made Feng Qingyan breathe a sigh of relief, could it be that not long ago, there were other people who walked into the eternal night?

But at this point, he was a little surprised.

It hadn't been long since he walked into the eternal night, probably dozens of miles. With such a short distance, and less than half an hour, someone can't afford it?

Is this eternal night so terrible?

In his amazement, he didn't use the "Breaking the Void and Seeing the Subtle" magic power anymore, and pulled the rope and walked forward quietly to see if the eternal night was so terrifying.

In his senses, there was not a single light between heaven and earth, not the slightest sound.

The darkness and dead silence were terrible.

However, for the level of literacy, it should be affordable.

However, if it takes more than a month, or even a few months, it's hard to say, maybe even the Great Confucian level can't afford it, and it is really possible to go crazy. Therefore, it is best to speed up and pass through the eternal night in the shortest possible time, so as not to be unable to bear the endless night......

In Feng Qingyan's opinion.

The eternal darkness of the night is a test of will.

The strong-willed can endure loneliness for a longer period of time, but the weak-willed, because they can't endure the endless darkness, and there is not the slightest sound between heaven and earth, they will naturally collapse easily and will go crazy......

Walking and walking.

Feng Qingyan stopped suddenly.

He found himself losing his sense of direction at some point.

For a while, I don't know which direction to go, it seems to be going straight, it seems to be turning left, it seems to be turning right......

It seems to be the right place to go.

But.

How is this possible?

There is only one direction in the West, and it is impossible to go everywhere.

But Feng Qingyan felt that wherever he went, it was the West.

It stands to reason that he walked almost in a straight line all the way, and it should be the West that should go straight. But at this point, he couldn't even be sure if he had been walking in a straight line......

He thought about it, and it seemed that there had been a turn before.

It doesn't seem to be.

It made his face change......

At this time, he still did not use the "Breaking the Void and Seeing the Subtle" supernatural power, but carefully felt the heaven and earth to see if he could discern the direction.

But failed.

He does not know which direction is the West.

It seems that in the eternal night, there is no existence of east, west, north and south at all.

Terrible!

Feng Qingyan finally understood the horror of the eternal night.

The most terrifying thing about the eternal night is perhaps not the absence of the slightest light, nor the absence of any sound, but the lack of any sense of direction.

I don't know the east, west, north and south......

Being in the eternal darkness of the night makes you unable to discern your direction.

In the blink of an eye.

Nearly half an hour passed.

Feng Qingyan still couldn't discern the direction, he didn't know which direction was the west, and he didn't know which direction to go at all.

He had to use the magic power of "breaking through the void and seeing the small".

But even if he could "see" in the eternal darkness, he still did not know which direction was the west.

He had no reference to discern the direction.

He was dumbfounded.

Originally, with the magic power of "breaking the void and seeing the subtleties", he had the confidence to try it, but who knew that he played himself to death.

Feng Qingyan opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.

Is this not to die if you don't do it?

He wasn't in a hurry, after all, he could see things in the eternal night, and he still had the confidence. At this time, he was seriously thinking about how to find his way......

Back to the road you've walked?

However, he will not necessarily be able to return to the path he has walked.

From time to time, he walked in the air, and from time to time he stepped on the black soil and flew by, so he may not be able to return to the section of the road where he knows the direction through footprints and car prints.

However, he could see in the eternal darkness of the night, and there was still a certain chance to walk back.

It's just a stupid solution, and it can only be used last.

Is there any other way?

He pondered.

But at this point.

Jiu Ge and Qing Mang were nervous.

In the eternal night, they were as if they were blind and deaf, and their hearts were somewhat uneasy. Moreover, the eternal darkness is cut off from the transmission of sounds......

Feng Qingyan patted Qing Mang and Jiu Ge, signaling them to be calm for a while, and immediately flew up and went to the sky of the eternal night to take a look.

But the heavens of eternal night seem to have no end.

Feng Qingyan didn't fly all the way to Yu in the end, so as not to fly for a few days and nights. Moreover, flying to the end of the sky is not necessarily useful......

If it works, someone will walk through the eternal night.

At this moment, he was suspended in a high place and used the "Breaking the Void and Seeing the Details" magic power to see if he could find the traces he had walked.

But the black earth was pitch black, and nothing was seen.

This made Feng Qingyan feel shocked, could it be that all the traces he walked had disappeared? But why did the words engraved on the stone remain?

If none of the words carved on the stone have disappeared, why did his traces disappear?

Feng Qingyan's brows furrowed slightly.

Standing on a high ground at the moment.

He could roughly see the ground in a radius of tens or hundreds, even if it was thousands of miles......

But.

Within a radius of tens or hundreds of miles, there was no trace of him on the black soil.

Maybe it's too faint to see.

A moment later he walked down, fortunately not lost, or else he would have died again.

Boom –

Feng Qingyan made a sword with his hand, and a sword was cut out, and a long pit immediately appeared on the ground.

Actually, there was no sound.

At this time, he quietly looked at the long pit, and after about half an hour, the long pit was still there, and it had not disappeared, which made him a little puzzled.

Could it be that the traces of his walk have not disappeared?

Just don't see it?

He looked around with a puzzled face, but he still couldn't tell the direction, and he didn't know where to go for a while. But, for some reason, he was still in no hurry......

When his gaze returned to the long pit, he was suddenly stunned.

The pit disappeared at some point.

The ground was restored to its original state.

This?

Feng Qingyan was a little shocked in his heart, what was going on? Was the long pit restored to its original state, or was it no longer the place where the long pit was located at this moment?

A moment later, he cut a long pit again.

Keep staring.

An hour has passed, and the pit is still there, and it has not disappeared.

At this time, he was even more confused.

In the blink of an eye, another half an hour had passed, and the pit still hadn't disappeared, making his brow furrow.

It's been an hour and a half.

He didn't stare at Changkeng anymore, and went to pat Qing Mang and Jiu Ge, so as not to make them feel uneasy.

But.

When he looked back at the pit, it was gone.

Hell yes!

Feng Qingyan was shocked in his heart.

But at this moment, he also had a guess, and cut out a long pit for the third time, and after looking at it for a while, he turned his head and took a few breaths before looking back.

The pit is gone.

That's when he basically figured it out.

When his line of sight is not on the pit, the pit quickly returns to its original state.

So, he cut out a long pit for the fourth time, turned his head abruptly and looked back suddenly, and the pit was gone.

It really recovered in an instant.

Why is this happening?

Feng Qingyan was a little puzzled, so out of curiosity, he cut out a long pit again, squatted down and put his hand in the long pit, and then suddenly shifted his gaze and turned back.

The long pit was restored to its original state.

However, his hand did not feel anything and seemed to be on the ground all the time.

This shocked Feng Qingyan.

What is the existence of the black soil in the eternal night? Its instantaneous recovery makes people unable to see clearly, let alone feel it......

But.

Why can words exist?

He muttered for a moment and wrote down the word "gentleman", then turned his head and looked back again, and the word "gentleman" on the ground was still there.

So he wrote the word "Fengming".

Still hasn't gone away.

A moment later, he simply wrote down a Confucian classic......

The text still hasn't disappeared.

This also means that other traces disappear in an instant, but words do not?

Why?

After thinking about it for a while, he made a painting on the other ground......

The painting was made, but it didn't have the slightest power, which made his face change slightly. As he wrote, he was vaguely aware of it, but it was not conclusively confirmed.

Then he tried again.

The words are there, but the power of the words is not.

The painting is there, but the power of painting is not.

Whether it is calligraphy or painting, in the eternal night, it is just ordinary calligraphy and painting.

Is this because of the black soil, or is it that the painter and the calligrapher have lost all their power in the eternal darkness?

At this moment, he returned to the ox cart and took out pen, ink, paper, and inkstone to draw and write.

The power is still there.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief.

However, he found that some calligraphy and paintings had weakened or lost their power in the eternal darkness.

For example, calligraphy and painting bursting with light.

After many experiments by him, he came to a conclusion.

On the mysterious black soil under his feet, he can leave traces of civilization, such as writing, calligraphy and painting, etc., and all other traces that cannot represent civilization will disappear in an instant.

What the hell is this place?

Feng Qingyan became more and more curious about the black soil under his feet, and he could only leave traces of civilization, and all other traces would disappear cleanly.

But his "breaking through the void and seeing the subtle" magic power can't see through the black soil under his feet.

This made him very sorry.

But the most important thing now is to get out of the eternal night......

Although he couldn't discern the direction at this time, for some reason, he was really not in a hurry, as if he had a way to discern it.

I just didn't think about it for a while.

What's the solution?

Feng Qingyan thought as he walked.

Soon after, I saw that there seemed to be traces of words engraved on the stone not far in front of me, so I was curious to go up and take a look.

"It's been three months, it's been three whole months, and I still haven't found a way out, where is the way?"

The handwriting is as good as new, very scribbled.

However, it is the handwriting of another person.

"I'm going crazy, I'm about to take it anymore, there is no light in this world, there is no sound, the silence is terrible......"

The handwriting on the stone is large and small, and it is very scribbled.

But it was like it had just been written.

Feng Qingyan sighed, the owner of the text has been trapped for three months, and I am afraid that it will not last long. And he, it seems, is similarly trapped in the eternal night......

It was the result of his own death, and he rolled his eyes.

He still has eyes to see, so it's still not in a hurry.

This is his greatest reliance.

"How many days? I—I don't remember, I feel like I'm going crazy, I seem to be hallucinating......"

He came across another stone with words engraved on it.

A few days later.

Feng Qingyan encountered a boulder.

Moreover, the boulder was split very flat, and there were flowing words engraved on it, which seemed to be an article......

Feng Qingyan read it curiously, and suddenly felt a little amazed in his heart.

It's extraordinary.

"Chen Jing?"

When Feng Qingyan saw the final payment, he was slightly surprised.

This is quite a brilliant Confucian text.

If it is in the world of Zhou, it will definitely be able to bloom with dazzling light, and even give birth to all kinds of amazing visions.

So Feng Qingyan took out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and copied it.

If he returns to Zhou Tianxia one day, he will reappear in the world of Chen Jing's great Confucianism, after all, he is the former sage of Confucianism......

When he put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone back into the ox cart and glanced at the flowers on the other side by the way, the whole person suddenly became a little petrified.

Then, slap the door of the head.

The other side flower in the black pottery pot points to the west.

Alas-

Feng Qingyan sighed.

No wonder I always feel that there will be a way to discern the direction in the eternal night, which was originally a flower pot on the other side......

The other side flower really didn't disappoint him.

However, he didn't dare to mess around again, and left some marks on the ground to avoid accidents.

"Ten days have passed, and still not out of the eternal night......"

This is Yan Shan's handwriting.

This made Feng Qingyan happy in his heart, but then he became even more worried. After all, a few months have passed, I don't know if Yan Shan has walked out of the eternal night?

If he hadn't come out of the eternal night, would Senior Brother Yan be able to continue to support him?

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace.

At this time, there was a flower on the other side to guide the way, but he did not lose his way again, and his mood was quite relaxed.

But as I walked, I stopped abruptly.

He walked in the eternal night, but there was a feeling that the soul of the dead would walk on the bridge of guidance, and he would be lost, and he would need the guidance of the flowers on the other side......

His brow furrowed slightly.

Could it be that the eternal night has something to do with the Bridge of Connection?

Or are there some similarities?

"Shut off from all sound, all light ......"

Feng Qingyan thought about it seriously, and then he went out of his body, but saw an amazing scene.

His spirit saw the extremely dark heaven and earth, although the heaven and earth were very gray, and the visibility was very low, but it did see.

Why can spirits see it?

Feng Qingyan was very puzzled in his heart, and he became more and more curious about the eternal night.

Still, the spirit didn't hear the sound......

His soul has not yet returned to his body, and he continues to look at the heavens and the earth curiously, carefully feeling the breath between the heavens and the earth, is the eternal night suitable for the souls of the dead?

His spirit felt the eternal night very gentle.

There was no discomfort.

Relatively speaking, the eternal night is indeed more suitable for the spirit.

Or rather, the revenant.

Could it be that the eternal night really has something to do with the Bridge of Connection?

Or, something to do with the Nether?

Feng Qingyan pondered curiously as he walked, but he couldn't find the answer.

"I will come out of the eternal night......"

He saw the words left by Yan Shan again.

But along the way, he saw more scribbled words, like crazy words, and skeletons......

He became more and more worried about Yan Shan.

After all, the world is not him.

He not only has the ability to "break through the void and see the subtle", but also has the other side of the flower to guide the direction, who can reach it?

Well?

Someone?

At this moment, he found that dozens of miles ahead, there was a figure flying by.

It's like crazy.

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