Time passed day by day, but it felt as if the days were slowing down, each day being unusually the same—pain, struggle, work, death, and the all-pervading pressure.

Yin He sometimes feels like a child who can't swim, falling into the endless ocean, and then constantly falling towards the endless bottom of the sea.

When he woke up every morning, Yin He felt a sense of numbness, he had even forgotten how long he had been in this place, he just watched these many people keep working like a swarm of ants, building roads, and people coming and going like sunrise and sunset.

No, only people came in from the outside, and no one left from here, maybe only the dead left?

On the Holy City and the Jihou side, several groups of desolate slaves were sent in one after another, accompanied by the urging orders of the high priest.

The road to the mountain is still slowly stretching forward, and the closer you get to the mountain, the more intense and powerful the terrifying and strange power becomes, and more and more people begin to die, and even the Terran warriors are a little unbearable, and death keeps happening.

In comparison, Yin He sometimes even felt strange, because after he found that he had arrived in such a dangerous place, there was no improper danger from beginning to end.

He was like the strongest and most powerful of the desolate slaves, he seemed to have a natural ability to resist the strange power of the Divine Mountain, and he was often much easier than most people in the face of the coercion of the Divine Mountain.

It's just that he looks at this cruel and tragic road construction every day, and he has to urge again, at the beginning, he himself feels a little unbearable. Later, after a long time, his mood began to undergo some inexplicable changes, as if he became numb to everything, and no longer cared about death, like a walking corpse, doing things in a bit of a mess, relying on the instinct in his memory to continue to push the road construction.

Occasionally, when he woke up in the middle of the night, Yin He would suddenly discover his terrible changes, and then he would be terrified and break out in a cold sweat all over his body.

But at the beginning of a new day, as soon as he walked out of the jade place, his mind seemed to close automatically, making him cold and numb again.

Perhaps if it weren't for that, he wouldn't have been able to continue living in this hellish place.

In fact, a similar change was like a terrible disease, and the infection swept through everyone in this ranks, whether it was a desert slave or a Terran warrior.

All of them have unconsciously become insensitive, muddy, indifferent to the greatest stimuli: death and danger. Everyone seems to remember only what they were supposed to do in the first place, and then numbly go about their work like a marionette.

Mount Kinabalu is getting closer and closer......

More and more people are dying.

The words of the high priest long ago, the words of "building this road to heaven even with human life" are now being fulfilled indifferently and sadly in this blue day, in this place far away from the holy city, far from the human race, and far away from civilization.

The people became more and more silent, most of them had stopped talking, and sometimes even those who had been working outside all day and day, whether they were desert slaves or Terran warriors, would not say a word.

Even in the event of an accident, when a companion suddenly collapses and dies, that person often just looks at him indifferently and then continues to work, or walks by with a blank face.

Yin He couldn't remember when such a terrifying and terrible scene began, maybe it wasn't obvious at first, maybe it slowly became like this, but that feeling of despair was so obvious at the moment, haunting his heart day and night, it seemed to tempt him all the time, and reminded him all the time that life was meaningless, and death was the destination.

Until one night, when he suddenly woke up in the green jade place, he looked around, those figures in the darkness and some barely able to see some numb and indifferent faces, Yin He suddenly had a feeling that he seemed to be the only person here who still had a little sober will.

This sudden lucidity was so terrible that it almost drove him crazy.

For a moment, he even subconsciously wanted to give up this sobriety, wanted to sink himself, and then became numb and no longer woke up, so as to escape the fear.

But in the end, he finally endured it and controlled himself. That night he never dared to close his eyes again, and sat in the green jade house until dawn.

In the early morning of the next day, he opened the door of the Qingyu Institute, and at the moment of opening the door, an inexplicable question suddenly flashed through his mind: How many Qingyu Institutes are this?

After building the road for so long, how many green jade houses have been built, and now this one is thirty, thirty-five, and forty?

Or the fiftieth?

Or is it just the twentieth seat?

How much time has passed since I entered this land......

He walked out in a daze, and more people followed him, not a single person spoke, not the slightest sound, everything was silent, terrifyingly quiet!

It was dawn, and a ray of sunlight fell and shone on Yin He's face.

Yin He touched his chest with his hand and felt the slow beating in his chest, which was the tenacious vitality of life.

He suddenly found that he hadn't fallen into that terrifying numbness again that day, but his brain still seemed to be a little unconscious. The world around him was clear, but to him, everything seemed vague and hazy.

With some difficulty, he turned around and walked towards the strongest side of the road, and behind him a great crowd of people, as in the past, came to their place, like walking corpses, and began to get to work.

Yin He walked slowly, walking, his hands never left his chest, he wanted to listen to his heartbeat, he suddenly had a feeling that maybe sometime, he would never feel this heartbeat again.

He came to the end of the road, and a mountain of shadows shone down on his head. With some difficulty, he looked up, looked ahead, and looked, looked, looked......

Suddenly, a light suddenly lit up in the pupils of his somewhat dim eyes.

He saw the tall and majestic mountain that was close at hand, and the quiet mountain road that went up from the foot of the mountain in front of him, winding its way to the depths of the sacred mountain.