Barren Valley of Darkness

The smell of rancidity, pungent and hot flashes permeates the area all year round, over this wilderness with a fishy smell and a lot of swampy gas. The eerie glowing mist of mist flickering in the darkness creates an indescribable but pure color that is both disgusting and terrifying. It represents malevolence and foreboding, and every life that tains it dies in untold pain and suffering. The body will be melted away by this valley of sin and the endless wilderness, and the soul will be imprisoned, tormented, and absorbed by this ominous mist. Even if anything is lucky enough to escape the erosion of this cloud of mist, in a dark and dark forest that is withered and eerie, obscuring the sky and the sun, surrounded by forests, the pious messengers of endless darkness and death, and the terrifying demons that breed in the abyss of sin, will bring them to the heart of this ominous land, the entrance of the abyssal purgatory to sacrifice to the master of this plane. {Everyone give themselves a mighty and domineering name} He resembles a mass of strange and strange creatures that cannot be looked at directly, constantly wriggling and splitting, with a dark golden body covered with scales, and two pairs of vestigial wings on his back that are only dry bones and broken folded cortical tissue. In the middle of the large, vaguely human-like flat cheeks there is a huge closed one-eye, the place that should be the mouth and nose is covered with intertwined tentacles, and the body is extremely incongruous with three huge deformed forelimbs, and the huge bloated limbs have huge claws, and many wriggling and splitting tentacles are irregularly distributed on the top of the claws. Its body is obscured by a vast valley of the corpses of all kinds of strange and strange creatures. His body was covered with all kinds of ritual weapons, as if they had grown naturally. The most striking thing is the four quaint swords on his head. In the square surrounded by the sword, a Bagua map is pasted in the center of his head, and there is a large tripod on the Bagua map, and various magic weapons are placed in the ding, and there is a ring full of textures around his neck.... With every slight movement of Him, the entire space was trembling and shaking, and various strange textures appeared on every inch of the land, as if the magic weapons that grew on Him emitted various colors .....................

Pain, numbness, unwillingness, resentment, resentment, hunger and thirst all kinds of complex emotions spread uncontrollably here, here is purgatory, here is a cage.

Here all good is left out, here all hope is stifled in the cradle. There is no tomorrow here, only torture here.

I have a very strong affection for my hometown, where I was first, where I was intellectual, where I was hopeful, where I was everything.

I saw the beautiful sights clearly, as if they were right in front of my eyes. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't open my eyes.

The past I cherish is a beauty that will never come out here.

The hometown I love is my soul's eternal home, my home.

The past had left me behind, and the path I was on now stretched downward, to the valley of a long-dead valley.

All around was a fog of pain and despair.

I fought hard to open my eyes again to see the brilliant galaxy and find that blue point of light among the stars in the Milky Way.

That light will illuminate it again, and my heart will melt at once. I will rise from there, I will be free from bondage, I will be whole.