northernbook Chapter 122 In a Trance
Chapter 122 In a Trance
Initially, his gaze was quite clear, like a clear lake, reflecting everything around him. However, as time passed, his eyes gradually changed, as if covered by a thin veil, the brightness and sharpness gradually disappeared, replaced by confusion and bewilderment, and his gaze began to become erratic.
At this moment, an indescribable, mysterious force seemed to quietly descend upon him. This force was invisible and intangible, yet it existed all around him like a shadow. With an extremely gentle and subtle touch, it slowly tugged at his body and soul, like an invisible hand, guiding him step by step towards an unknown direction. Though he struggled to resist, the force was so overwhelming that his efforts seemed futile. So, he could only allow himself to be swept away by this force, slowly but inexorably falling towards an utterly unfamiliar world.
When he finally stepped into that strange world, he discovered it was a vast forest maze meticulously constructed from dense fog. The fog was incredibly dense and heavy, entwining and tangling to form an impenetrable barrier that sealed off the entire space. He felt as if he were being tightly wrapped in a soft mass, and every step forward required immense effort. Worse still, the fog was so thick, almost invisible to the naked eye, that he could no longer discern east, west, or south. He was instantly plunged into a state of utter confusion and bewilderment. All sense of direction vanished in that moment, like a lone boat lost in the vast ocean, with no beacon to lean on or a guiding line.
No matter how hard he struggled, using his hands and feet to try to break free from the predicament before him; or how he blindly searched around like a headless fly, hoping to find even a tiny way out, it was all in vain. The surroundings were still filled with despairing darkness, like a bottomless black hole, tightly imprisoning him.
When people looked closely, they could clearly see that those eyes had once shone with a dazzling spark of hope, like the brightest stars in the night sky. But now, they were fading bit by bit at a heart-wrenching speed. With every passing second, the once bright and dazzling light would fade a little, until it finally became extremely faint.
The light was no longer as bright and dazzling as before. Instead, it flickered like a candle in a raging wind, trembling and swaying amidst the howling gusts. It stubbornly burned its last remaining strength, attempting to resist the relentless encroachment of darkness. However, this seemingly insignificant light was far too small and fragile compared to the endless darkness. Despite its utmost efforts, it was ultimately powerless and ultimately swallowed by the darkness, completely dissipating into the vast, boundless darkness. From then on, no one could find even a trace of it, as if it had never existed.
Then, a seemingly endless, unending wave of confusion surged over him like a surging tide. At the same time, a deep sense of unease, like an incredibly heavy boulder, slammed into his heart, nearly suffocating him.
There is no doubt that when facing the upcoming, mysterious and unpredictable fate, Lu Yan's inner world has long been completely occupied by heavy confusion and helplessness.
At that moment, he felt deeply that he was like a dilapidated, old boat floating alone in the vast ocean. Without the accurate guidance of the compass, it could only helplessly allow the waves to toss it around, unable to control its own will, rising and falling with the waves, drifting with the current, not knowing when it would reach the other side.
Even though he tried his best to control the direction of the boat, all his efforts seemed so insignificant and weak, and in the end it was just a waste of time.
The uncertainty about the future gave him an involuntary feeling of foreboding deep in his heart. This feeling, like a silent, cold wind, gradually spread, gradually enveloping him like a thick shadow, making him feel increasingly oppressed and terrified.
Lu Yan frowned tightly, his eyebrows glued together as if by superglue, forming a deep ravine between them, like a canyon. His face was gloomy to the extreme, as dark as the sky before a storm, and as if it could drip icy cold water at any moment.
The eyes that were once as bright as dazzling stars are now as dim as night pearls that have lost their luster. The heaviness and depression revealed in them make people dare not look directly at them, as if they carry the sorrow and pain of the entire world.
When he began to speak, his speech was incredibly slow, with seemingly endless pauses between each word. The solemn atmosphere made the air around him stagnate. It was as if the words weren't coming from his mouth, but rather being squeezed out painstakingly, bit by bit, from between his teeth.
"The truth... is... indeed... that's... ah." These brief words floated out of his mouth lightly, but for him, it seemed as if he had exhausted all his strength. As soon as the words fell, he felt a strong tightness in his chest, as if a huge rock weighing a thousand pounds had suddenly fallen on him with the force of thunder, pressing him so hard that he could hardly breathe.
Anxiety surged within him like a surging tide, like thick, gloomy dark clouds, piling up at an alarming rate. The heavy pressure, like a towering mountain, weighed heavily on his heart, causing him to feel short of breath and nearly suffocate.
It felt as if the entire world was shrouded in a thick black fog, all colors faded, leaving only a despairing gray. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't see even a faint ray of hope that could penetrate this endless haze.
You know, most of the time, once someone accidentally steps into that mysterious, ever-changing, dreamlike, and bizarre environment, the speed of time inside it will be completely different from that outside. This difference is so great that it far exceeds the scope of ordinary human cognition, and sometimes even makes those who are within it completely lose their sense of reality and illusion.
For example, when a person first enters a fantasy world filled with uncertainty and anticipation, it might be a bright, sunny, and breezy morning. Fresh, pleasant floral scents waft through the air, and birds sing joyfully, seemingly welcoming the arrival of a new day. However, as the person explores deeper into the fantasy world, they might discover that time passes incredibly slowly or rapidly, so that when they return to the real world, a significant amount of time has passed, or perhaps just a moment.