This time, the long-sought answer didn't keep the two suffering partners waiting long. As the dense grass thinned out to reveal the solid earth, they gradually discovered that the meadows at the edge of the forest were not as wide as they had imagined.

The smile of joy was fixed on their faces, although they were reluctant, but they must admit that what finally appeared in front of them was not the imaginary "ladder" in the sky, but a dark and completely unsightly rift.

The opposite scene was hidden in a dense mist, which seemed to be alive, boiling and flowing in the moonlight, like clear water flowing down the steps, and a waterfall of mist hung there and poured into the valley. Further down, where the moonlight could not reach, the silvery-white fog faded its luster and took on an inky color. They rushed down, swaying and sinking at the bottom of the valley, and the loud noises that came from time to time seemed to be their angry roars.

The wind howled at the edge of the cliff, the frantic air currents ruffled their clothes, and the rift in front of them was like the grinning mouth of a giant beast, lying there, cutting off all their hopes.

The frustration that followed the excitement left them both a little confused. Dennis sat down on the ground and pointed to the rift in front of him. "Praise the clue of the dryad!" he said, crossing his arms behind his head and lying down, "Sure enough, it's walking in the sky, you go, if I can, I'd rather watch from below." ”

"It's not funny, Dennis. Sovereign bent over his knees with his arms propped up, a tingling pain in his chest from the vigorous exercise just now, "If my guess is correct, then it shouldn't be like this, or rather, there should be some clues that we have ignored." He muttered.

Dennis plucked a tender grass and bit it into his mouth. "Rightly or wrongly, this rift in front of us is not something we can easily cross," he looked at Soveland, "If there is no problem with the dryad's clues, and if there is no problem with your guess, then what I need now is nothing else but a pair of wings." ”

Sovereign shook his head, his instincts telling him that the solution to his dilemma would not be wings falling from the sky. "Let's take a break here," he rummaged through his bag, then tossed a small bag along with a glass of water at Dennis's body, "Raise a campfire, we need to warm up so much now." ”

The rich aroma wafting from the bag immediately made Dennis pop. "The leaves of the red beard?" Dennis said, twisting a pinch of dark brown powder, "you guy, you have this with you, are you sure you're here for the trial?" he asked with a smile.

The leaves of the red beard fruit were a very popular brewing plant among the aristocracy, and it could not have been better for their current state of hunger and cold. The only problem is that crushing it and carrying it with you is more like an outing or picnic, and it is completely unrelated to trials.

"What can I do? The Lord God is above, and if I hadn't stopped me, the Interior Officer would have almost stuffed ham and bacon in his bag!" replied Sovereign with a wry smile.

"Honestly, you should bring it. Dennis nodded affirmatively.

"You're enough!" said Soveland, tightening his sword at his waist as he looked ready to leave.

Dennis was stunned and asked with some surprise, "Where are you going?"

Sovereign looked up at the rift in front of him. "If you look along the edge of the rift, you might find something for sure. He said as he walked out in the direction of the edge of the cliff, "When I get back, don't drink it all!

"Be careful, you guy!" Dennis shouted, and Sovereign didn't answer, just waved his hand behind his back.

The night sky of the Forest of Songs is a deep blue, and perhaps time has to stand still here to preserve the most beautiful moments. The dense stars are like tiny waves jumping on the sea, sparkling and dancing with beautiful points of light. The moon spit out her enchanting brilliance and sprinkled it on the ground, gilding the stalk of grass beside her with a bright silver white edge.

The sound of the wind in the rift valley seemed to remind Essaovilan that this magical land was a mixture of beauty and wonder left by the Creator. The edge of the black cliff snaked in his sight, and a bizarre illusion arose in his mind, as if the rift in front of him was boundless, stretching to the end of the sky.

"Am I really wrong in my guess?" said the phrase that came back to Sovereign's mind over time. He didn't even realize that this lack of confidence was the first time in his young life. When he turned back with nothing, he saw the orange bonfire in the distance, and a trace of long-lost warmth returned to him.

The light of the fire dispelled the darkness of the night, and the dead branches piled together made a "crackling" sound from time to time, and the sparks burst out, and the bright red sparks flew high into the night sky with the faint smoke.

Sauveray sat down quietly, taking the steaming cup from Dennis, the hot, bitter liquid stimulating his somewhat numbing taste buds, he really needed a good rest.

Dennis fiddled with the campfire and added a few more dead branches he had picked up from the meadow. "What's the catch?" he asked.

Sovereign shook his head, the leaping firelight reflecting on his face, casting some irregular shadows. "No, not at all," his eyes were a little lonely, "don't blame me, Dennis, I'm afraid I'm really wrong." ”

"No one blames you, my friend. Dennis said with a smile, his gaze full of sincerity, "My father once told me that we will always embark on some unknown journey, no one can predict the end, and the most important thing is whether the direction of your heart shines with the light of justice." ”

"Thank you. Sovereign whispered, handing the cup to Dennis, "We've gained enough from this trial of order. With that, he clapped his hands and stood up.

"Well, if being covered in wounds is a gain in some sense......," Dennis muttered quietly, but he was halfway through his sentence when he was attracted by Soveland's movements, "What are you doing? How do you make such a funny pose?"

Sovereign, who had just stood up halfway up, was hunched over his legs, half-crouched on the ground, and set his eyes on the rift not far ahead. He didn't seem to hear Dennis, and slowly crouched down completely, then returned to his previous position, and repeated it many times.

"Haha, are you sick? Soveland!" Dennis laughed and pointed at the other man, such a nervous scene completely amused him, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone the way you are!

Sovereign waved suddenly, as if afraid to disturb something. "Dennis, come here! What do you see there? Did I read it wrong?"

Dennis was stunned. "You're not kidding, are you?" he asked, though hesitantly, as he walked over and stood beside Sovereign, "and then?" he asked.

Sovereign grabbed Dennis by the sleeve and pulled it down hard. "Squat down and see what that is! Hell, I'm not dazzled, am I?"

"Let go, you guy!" Dennis resisted, he didn't want to mess around with Soveland, "Are you really crazy?

"Do as I say, or your secrets won't be secrets anymore!" shouted Soviran.

"Damn it, you're threatening me!" Dennis said angrily, but he crouched down in embarrassment, as if the threat was working. "What do you want me to see?"

"Over there. Sovereign said, pointing in one direction on the rift.

Soon, Dennis stopped talking, just like Sovereign just now, and he stood there and squatted many times. From afar, you can see two young men half-crouched side by side around the campfire, staring in the same direction with glazed eyes.

"See?"

"I saw ......"

"That's ?......," Essorran said with a bit of lip and a seemingly uncertain "that's a bridge?"

Above the rift, a vague pontoon bridge landed on the edge of the cliff on one side, and at the other end, it disappeared straight into the void ahead. There were no railings, no ropes, just a string of spliced together, where the shiny side of the moonlight hung and swayed slightly with the night breeze.

Dennis nodded desperately. "It's a bridge, the Lord God is above, this must be a bridge!" he suddenly jumped up and shook Soveland's shoulder vigorously, as if the long-suppressed bitterness had finally been exchanged for the fruits of victory, "You are right! Soveland, you are not wrong! If we go up, it will really be 'He walks on the earth, and you walk in the sky'!"

"Tap, Dennis, I'm going to vomit blood from you!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was so excited that I forgot you were still hurt. ”

Soon, the two of them watched the direction as they walked towards the edge of the cliff. When they arrive at what is supposed to be the bridge, they find that the problem is not as simple as it seems. The whole bridge was actually transparent, and the moonlight reflected off the bridge could only be seen when viewed from a certain angle, and if it weren't for the faint reflection that Sovereign saw when he got up, they would never have wanted to find it.

And now the question before them is, how do they go to this bridge, do they just step on it? Unless they're really crazy. Because for Sovereign and Dennis standing on the edge of the cliff, there is a real abyss in front of them.

The gale wind ruffled Dennis's hair, and he picked up a stone and threw it towards the "bridge" in front of him. The last thing they want to see, and the most likely scene, is in front of their eyes. The stone rolled and made a graceful arc, falling without any hindrance, disappearing into the darkness.

"This ......," Dennis swallowed hard, "can this really walk, the stones are no different from us, right?" he glanced at Soveland, who was also ugly next to him, "If this height falls, there is no chance of survival, absolutely not." ”

Sovereign took a deep breath, and he withdrew the scabbard of his sword, clutching one end in his palm and handing it to Dennis. "Let me try, you can just hold me. ”

"No! absolutely not!" Dennis objected vehemently, "I have a wound in my leg, and if you step on it, I won't be able to pull you." ”

"I believe in you, friend. Sovereign looked back and smiled.

Dennis's gaze froze, all the words were swallowed back, he gritted his teeth, nodded heavily, grasped the scabbard and took a few steps back, ready for the unexpected that might happen.

Sovereign turned around and looked down at the pitch-black rift, darkness spreading below, as if an irrepressible feeling of vertigo had surged over his brain. He was nervous, fine beads of sweat spilling from his forehead, or rather, anyone would be nervous when facing this scene. Death is always the topic that living beings fear the most.

One foot was lifted up and hung above the void, and he stopped, stepping down firmly.

The sensation of losing his center of gravity instantly swept through his body, and Sovereign even heard screams from behind him. At this moment, a solid touch came from under his feet, like a dragonfly breaking through the calm water, and a round of golden ripples spread out in the void touched by the soles of his feet. The pontoon seemed to be lit up, its golden, brilliant body stretching out at Soveland's feet, an arched streamer across the pitch-black rift and piercing into the white mist.

Sovereign smiled, and he looked back. "Come, toward a great miracle!"

"Praise you, my friend. ”

A series of ripples bloomed in the air, and the two figures supporting each other really walked in the sky.