On the fifteenth day, he had finished all his food.
When he ran at full speed, he could use his vital energy to replace his physical strength, but he could not control his hunger.
If a person was hungry, he would feel that something was missing even if he could use his vital energy to fill his stomach. There were very few cultivators who could abstain from eating.
In this endless wasteland, the rising of the sun and the setting of the moon had long lost their meaning. Most of the time, he could not even feel the leap of time. No matter how far he explored, east, south, west, or north, it was useless. It was as if he was lost in the cage of his heart.
The cage of his heart.
Yan Li did not know why he suddenly thought of this word. Was it really his heart that trapped him?
Could it be that as long as he comprehended something and opened his eyes, he would see a different scene?
But he could not stop.
He had persisted for four days and three nights. The fourth night was coming. If he stopped, all his efforts would be in vain.
But what if he could not see any hope even if he persisted?
Exhaustion and thirst were like two demonic voices urging him to stop.
He had to stop and rest to enter the state of comprehension. Only then could he break the illusion.
Was this an illusion?
Was this not an illusion?
Should he stop and try?
Suddenly, he felt a pain in his toes. He looked down and saw his boots. Like an avalanche, the boots broke apart from the cracks and finally fell off his feet.
He had already forgotten how many pairs of boots he had lost. There were no more new boots in his Universe Ring.
Being barefoot was nothing for a cultivator. Gu Caiwei walked barefoot all year round.
She constantly wrapped her Law Domain around her soft little feet and used it to train them.
But at this time, could he waste his vital energy to protect his feet?
He had to bear with it.
The road in the wasteland was much harder to walk than he had imagined. In less than an hour, his feet were blistered by the pebbles everywhere. Compared to the pain he often suffered, this pain was not even an itch. But it was fresh and continued to worsen.
More and more blisters appeared on his feet, and he began to think about the meaning of his actions.
His internal organs were growling, interrupting his train of thought.
His parched mouth was like a chimney, and his throat was like a furnace.
Sure enough, it was an "endless" wasteland, with no end in sight. Before entering, except for Ye Xiaolang, no examiner or other similar figures had given any hint.
Was this a test for cultivators?
This was a form of torture.
However, if he couldn't even get through this, how would he have the face to join the Court Of Sword?
Auntie was right. She had to walk in openly.
Now, joining the Court Of Sword was no longer to avoid disaster. If it was not to achieve a certain goal, then it must be to stand above the stars one day.
At that time, he would be able to solve the mystery of the extermination of his family, personally kill his enemies, and complete his revenge.
Before that, there was no point in thinking about it. It was meaningless.
The passage of time began to become unbearable.
The blisters had started to fester at some point, and the soles of his feet were badly mangled. Every step he took caused his nerves to twitch.
After tearing off the strips of cloth for the sixth day, he could no longer think, and his zhenqi was about to run out due to maintaining the functions of his body. He could feel his stomach convulsing due to being empty for a long time, which brought him new pain.
This was a pain that no living creature could bear. The illusion of all kinds of delicious food floating in front of him could simply torture him into a madman.
His zhenqi was running out.
His physical strength began to decline.
This was the morning of the seventh day.
There seemed to be some morning dew moistening his dry and cracked lips.
But this little bit of replenishment was like a hair from nine oxen, and it didn't have any effect at all.
Now it seemed that it was finally time for him to stop. If he continued to walk, his consciousness would become muddled, and he was likely to die in this wasteland.
Was it worth dying for a trial?
But it didn't seem to be the time to think about it.
In fact, he didn't have the energy to think about it at all. He just instinctively walked forward.
What was the purpose of the trial?
What was the test of the endless wasteland?
He had long been unable to think about these questions.
Finally, when his footsteps were not much faster than a tortoise's, he had reached the point of exhaustion.
His consciousness was like a dim candle, illuminating a dark stone room. If darkness engulfed the stone room, it would be the moment he fell to the ground.
What was it?
What did he need?
A trial that made one feel despair, could it be that there was no hint at all?
Suddenly, a ball of intense light appeared in front of him. It seemed like a door to the light, and he was only 10 steps away from entering.
Could it be that I made the right choice?
His dried up body was infused with vitality. He gritted his teeth and walked to the front of the strong light. It seemed like it was a door to somewhere. He used the last of his strength to pass through it.
It was as if he had passed through a tunnel of time and space. The tortuous flow of time formed all sorts of shapes in front of him. A trace of joy blossomed in his heart, like a rainbow after a storm.
Then the scene changed. His surroundings were deathly silent.
His heart was also as silent as a dead person. The rainbow disappeared along with the strong light. After passing through the door, it was still the endless wasteland. In this vast wasteland, there wasn't even a trace of wind. It was deathly silent.
He suddenly turned his head to look, and his entire body froze.
It turned out that after passing through the door, he had actually returned to the place where he first marked, which was the starting point.
It meant that he had wasted the past 20 days.
The cruel reality made him feel despair to the point that he wanted to commit suicide. Because even if he were to start all over again, he would probably end up back at the starting point. Such an endless cycle, no wonder it was called the endless wasteland.
In the end, Yan Li still fell down.
He didn't have the strength to take another step.
His self-doubt was like a poison that swam around his body, destroying his vitality.
The endless wasteland that he couldn't get out of, from the moment he came in, he was already a part of the wasteland.
He would die, then rot, then become a wasteland.
Life was inevitably like this.
Some thresholds that couldn't be crossed just couldn't be crossed. Just like how you had to bathe in the light of the sun that rose from the west to avoid death. But the sun only rose from the east.
But the sun that only rose from the east, day after day, cycle after cycle, it never changed.
What changed was the person, it was the restless heart.
As long as one had an unchanging heart, even if the sun never rose again, what was there to be afraid of?
There would come a day when the sun in one's heart no longer rose, which meant that one would fall to the ground and never rise again.
If one wasn't willing to fall, unwilling to admit defeat, how could one lose the light?
In this world, no one could stop one from shining.
Yan Li slowly crawled up, and staggered forward.
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