In hesitation, Yan Moying saw that the words on the stele changed again: "The opportunity must not be lost, and the time will not come again; It's too late, it's too late to regret! Seeing this, he suddenly understood that this was a good opportunity, and if he missed it, he might not be able to reach Guiying Peak, so he didn't say a word, didn't think about it anymore, and jumped over the stone monument and walked towards the clouds.

As soon as he was in the mist, he immediately felt his body sink into the deep trench, and he felt bad, but there was a belief that supported him to stand firm and move forward. He Shen Qi Luck Gong wanted to make himself stand firm, and sure enough, he really didn't fall, nor did he fall directly into the abyss, but his feet were soft, and his body was slowly sinking. However, such a slow sinking was enough to make people despair, and the clouds gradually disappeared over his knees, waist, and chest...... The higher he went, he felt a little tightness in his chest, and it became more and more difficult to breathe, but he kept moving forward, striding with difficulty. By the time he reached the ninth step, the mist had already covered his nose and was about to cover his eyes, and he felt as if he was suffocating, his body was extremely unbearable, he was so suffocated that he felt like he was about to explode, and he had a splitting headache, and he was about to fall to the ground because he couldn't hold on. At this point, a sense of foreboding naturally came over him that he might be about to die here. However, at the same time, there is infinite strength and courage in the heart - I don't want to just now, don't ask about the future, put everything behind and take the last step! These two thoughts came almost instantaneously at the same time, and even he didn't have time to sort out such thoughts. All he knew was that at this moment he had exhausted all his strength—what seemed to be his last strength—and had taken the tenth step with difficulty! At the moment when the mist reached his lower eyelids, he took the tenth step!

Suddenly, he felt something under his feet quickly lift himself up until the clouds barely reached the height of his ankles. In an instant, he not only felt refreshed, his breathing was extremely free, his internal strength was deeper than before, and even his eyes suddenly opened up, and the night turned into day in a moment! I saw the mountain peaks over there standing in the sky blue world, giving people a sense of stability and peace. Going through such a process, he felt like he had been reborn after a painful struggle, and it was such a happy thing to breathe freely.

Looking down at his feet, what held him up turned out to be a white stone bridge, and there seemed to be a rainbow at the end of the stone bridge, although the rainbow was not very long, but it was in the shape of an arched door, highlighting the color of life.

On both sides of the stone bridge are clear rivers, and the slow flow of water sings and sang, painting slight ripples. The water looked deep and clear, as deep as the true feelings in the eyes of people who love each other, and as clear as a heart without any complicated thoughts. There are no fish in the water, and there is no reflection of the surrounding scenery, and it always flows slowly and persistently in one direction. From afar, it's hazy, you can't see the distant past and long after the river, you don't know where the source of such a river is, you don't know where it's going, you just watch it flow under the bridge where you stand, it doesn't bring anything, it leaves nothing, it doesn't take anything away, it's so clear.

Yan Moying walked to the other end of the bridge and passed through the rainbow arch.

There was a burst of birds and flowers in front of him, and there was a lot of greenery all around, although there was no one, but in this sunny world, Yan Moying did not feel lacking in vitality at all.