When Song Wenqing's palm gently covered the stone tablet engraved with the word 'Divine Tomb', a line of words suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Do you want to give up everything you already have and start an adventure with a new attitude?"

There are also two options below the text: continue and exit.

This seems to be Ke Xiaoliang's 'humanization' of Huzhongjie's setting.

But in fact, this is simply a false proposition.

It took a few hours to do the pre-rendering, and the word 'Tomb of God' was used, which shocked the mind and led people to reverie.

At this time, if you still have a breath of hard work in your heart, how can you choose to give up?

And those who will choose to give up, they can't think of willpower, even if they squeeze... I can't squeeze a few sons, and if I give up, I give up.

Song Qingwen really didn't hesitate, and directly chose to continue, he still came this time to split the soul.

So even if there is any danger, the damage is not too big.

What's more, after going through the last 'test', he has a lot of respect for the 'Facelings' who created this world, and he doesn't quite believe that this will be a trap.

"It's going to be a long journey, you're going to feel lonely and lonely, and the dangers are going to be insignificant to you. You may even feel that you are just wasting your time in search of an impossible miracle. ”

Below the text, the options to continue and exit appear again.

Song Qingwen chose to continue more quickly.

"The journey of life is always lonely, and all people and things are just one experience in this journey. So for God, is their loneliness because of their experience? they existed, so they chose to die?"

The gradually magnificent and distant music began to gradually become louder and louder in Song Qingwen's ears.

Then he felt a suction that was absorbing and even shaping his soul.

He did not resist and allowed this force to transform him.

After that power was gone, Song Qingwen felt that his true power was suppressed by a fragile seal, and he turned into a strange little man, standing in a pitch-black cave with nothing in front of him. Due to his lack of vision, he couldn't figure out his true state at all.

It feels weird.

It's like returning to the era of being an ordinary person.

Weak, weak, and extremely fragile in all kinds of physical qualities.

A little darkness can cause great distress.

In the darkness, something seemed to be moving quickly. Just clinging to his body and exhaling coldly at him.

But Song Qingwen couldn't see it.

For a moment, he wanted to tear open the seal, but he saw a new text appear in front of him.

"If you want to give up, then you can do it at any time. After all, the feeling of loneliness and fragility is not something that everyone can endure. Even the gods who were once high could not bear it. No one will criticize you, a true warrior who can always face the fragility of his heart. ”

Underneath the seemingly comforting dialogue, there is still the option to continue or quit.

Against the backdrop of this option, the above paragraph becomes sarcastic and sarcastic.

Despite the fact that it seems... It doesn't seem to mean that.

Song Qingwen restrained his impulse and began to grope in the dark.

Soon he found a dry torch, and found some phosphorus powder and two flints in the corner.

Torches were lit.

The darkness is dispelled.

He saw where he was.

It's a 'hall' that looks a little weird.

Rows of wooden chairs shattered or collapsed in the rubble.

The snow-white gauze, with traces of being burned by the fire, is now covered with dust.

Above the dome overhead, there are also mutilated paintings.

In the frescoes, there are strange people with golden or platinum hair, thin clothes, but wings, with deep, holy eyes, as if they want to reach down and grasp something.

The monster with an ugly appearance, horns on its head, and bat-winged bats on its back, pierced the ground with a sword wrapped in flames, as if it were wailing.

"The feather people of Yizhou?" Song Qingwen felt a little strange.

Because even the feather people of Yizhou, the wings on their backs are by no means pure white.

Most of them are gray and brown, as well as variegated with a chaotic luster.

Only the Sixteen Pillars, whose bloodlines are more noble and pure, will have cyan and purple wings.

As for the highest royal family, it is silver and gold wings.

Walk forward with a torch.

Directly in front of it is a high podium.

Directly behind the podium is a large cross.

On the cross, a decaying corpse was crucified.

The corpse's hands and wrists were each pierced by a silver nail, and they were rigged to the cross.

The feet were stacked on top of each other, pierced by a silver nail, and nailed to the tail of the cross.

There appears to be some writing written in blood next to the corpse.

But Song Wenqing did not know these words.

On the table on the podium, there was also a thick book.

Blowing away the dust on the cover, Song Qingwen opened the book.

The words on the pages seem to match those on the walls.

It also belongs to an unfamiliar text that he does not understand.

At this time, Song Qingwen suddenly had an illusion.

"Could it be... Somehow, I've really come to a different world?"

Strange words, strange murals, strange buildings... These are all incompatible with the 'common sense' that Song Qingwen knows and knows.

Croak!

Some crows, outside the broken door not far away, made strange calls.

Song Qingwen looked around in this 'hall' again.

In addition to the unwritten book, he found several crosses made of silver or brass, an equally intelligible letter, and a few meaningless bits and pieces.

After no more gains, Song Qingwen walked out of the 'hall'.

Looking back, it appears to be a separate building.

The architectural style is eccentric, and it should have been an atmospheric and solemn style, but because it is set off by clouds and winds, it looks eerie and terrifying.

Of course, this little bit of atmosphere rendering can't cause any psychological pressure to a Demon Sect boss like Song Qingwen.

What really made him feel a little puzzled and confused was always that this place was different from what he knew.

Not far in front of the eccentric building is a large cemetery.

Above the cemetery, a large number of crows hovered.

In front of each tomb, there is a wooden sign in the shape of a cross.

Some of them are also engraved with words that Song Qingwen could not understand.

Along the path flooded with wild grass, Song Qingwen staggered.

When he reached a small river, he finally saw the face reflected in the river with the help of the hazy and blurred skylight.

It was a childish and unfamiliar face.

Thin, but with a high nose, blue eyes, and pale blonde hair, very white skin, but a lot of freckles.

Suddenly, the sky was dark, and a bolt of lightning swept through.

In the originally quiet river, a bloody mouth suddenly popped out and bit Song Qingwen fiercely.