An hour later, Fang Yun let go of the plow and turned his palms up. His palms were bruised and bloody. · 1 · cc
However, Fang Yun did not feel much pain because his hands were numb.
Fang Yun moved his arms gently and frowned. His hands did not feel like they were his and there seemed to be rocks weighing dozens of kilograms hanging under his arms.
"My body … I'm afraid it's worse than an ordinary young man. However, the more it is like this, the more I have to move forward! The Valley of Sorrow does not only train the body, but more importantly, it trains the will! I want to open up my own world in this harsh environment! "
Fang Yun continued moving forward. After a quarter of an hour, a golden door appeared in his mind. Then, his figure appeared in front of the golden door. He was about to walk forward when a large number of Dragons came out and spat out dragon flames, burning him to ashes.
"This …" Fang Yun did not expect that the Valley of Sorrow would make him think of the scene of him being killed. He thought to himself that suffering was indeed the cause of one's will.
Although Fang Yun's heart was in turmoil, he did not care and continued to plow the ground.
Yao, Shun, and Yu were the three ancient leaders of the human race. They were also recognized as virtuous kings by the Confucian school. All the kings and emperors should follow their example. In the human race, Yao, Shun, and Yu had an unusual meaning.
Therefore, no matter who it was, as long as one entered the Valley of Sorrow, the first thing they experienced would be the Valley of Shun. They had to imitate the sages and be a down-to-earth person. They had to study diligently and understand the spirit of the sages through these difficult hardships.
As the human race continued to develop and as the number of scholars increased, the wills of the three kings did not weaken. Instead, they became stronger as the number of scholars increased. · 1 · cc
In terms of strength, the wills of Yao, Shun, and Yu were close to the wills of the human race's Half-saint.
Other than Half-saint, the only one who could compare to the three of them was Qin Shihuang, Ying Zheng.
That was because Qin Shihuang had fulfilled the dream of the Confucian school and unified the human race.
He imitated the sages and paved the way. "Strengthen myself, I am a human …" Countless thoughts swirled in Fang Yun's mind, supporting him to keep moving forward, moving forward. He continued forward.
After another hour, Fang Yun stopped again. Looking at his bloody hands, he helplessly sat in the field, his legs trembling slightly. It was completely out of control.
"Gulp …"
Fang Yun's stomach rumbled.
"It's starting to starve its skin." Fang Yun sighed helplessly.
As a normal person who pursued delicious food, Fang Yun felt depressed for the first time.
It didn't matter if he was a little tired or injured. He could grit his teeth and endure it. However, the feeling of hunger was like gangrene attached to his bones. It was intolerable.
After resting for a while, Fang Yun put his hand on his forehead and looked at the sky with a frown. After so long, the sun was still in the middle. There was no sign of it sinking to the west.
Fang Yun gritted his teeth, got up slowly, and plowed the ground again.
After another quarter of an hour, Fang Yun was seeing stars, but he knew that he could not rest. Because in the Valley of Misery, people could not sleep, and there was nothing to eat. They could only work non-stop. · 1 · cc until the target is completed.
Some people called the Valley of Misery the most terrifying prison of the human race. It was even harsher than punishing criminals.
After another two hours, Fang Yun's strength became weaker and weaker, and his plowing speed became slower and slower. This caused him to use more strength than before to plow the same distance of land.
At the same time, various images flashed in Fang Yun's mind.
The barbarians broke through the defensive line of the human race's fortress and began to massacre the people in the fortress. Zhang Poyue's head was hung high, becoming the barbarian wolf's trophy. He died with his eyes wide open.
The barbarians rushed into Ning 'an City, burned the workshops, smashed the city walls, looted Ning' an City, and finally killed everyone. In Ning 'an City, blood flowed like rivers. Looking from the sky, there were corpses everywhere. A large number of barbarians were eating human corpses.
Outside Jadesun Pass, Lang Lu and Chen Guanhai were engaged in a fierce battle. In the end, Lang Lu pierced Chen Guanhai's chest with his claw and pulled out a golden Half-Saint's heart. He placed it in his mouth and chewed while laughing madly. The sound of chewing seemed to be right by his ears.
After that, the barbarian wolf attacked the Jade Sun Pass and killed the king and empress.
The barbarians continued south …
"Damn it!"
If it was just sound, Fang Yun wouldn't care. But now, vivid images flashed in his mind. They were like fragments of memories. After a long time, Fang Yun sometimes couldn't tell if they were real or fake.
Fang Yun knew that without literary courage, this kind of power that directly affected the depths of the brain was enough to deceive the brain.
Fang Yun gritted his teeth and continued to plow. However, his body was tired, his hands were bleeding, and his stomach was empty. At the same time, he was affected by the fake memories, and it became more and more difficult for him.
"I want to break through this Valley of Misery. No one can stop me!"
Gradually, the place where Fang Yun held the plow was soaked with blood.
In the plow, not only was there sweat, there were also drops of blood occasionally.
Time passed slowly, but Fang Yun had completely lost the concept of time. This was the truly terrifying part of the Valley of Misery.
In this place, time seemed to have stopped!
Other than the fact that the plow had changed, whether it was the sky, the sun, or the scenery in the distance, nothing had changed.
This place was a silent prison.
Ten hours later, Fang Yun's hands loosened. His body tilted and fell to the ground.
"Did I fall? What happened … "
Fang Yun lay on the ground. His consciousness was blurry. He had completely forgotten what happened when he fell. He didn't understand why he fell.
Fang Yun pressed his hands on the ground. He wanted to get up, but he found that he didn't have the slightest bit of strength.
His stomach was empty. Other than his tired and numb hands, the hunger that spread to every part of his body made him feel even more uncomfortable.
There seemed to be a ball of fire in his stomach, but under the sun's rays, his body was cold.
"Let's rest …"
Fang Yun closed his eyes and quietly lay on the ground. He suddenly felt extremely thirsty. His throat seemed to have cracked because it was too dry.
Fang Yun smiled helplessly. In the Valley of Worries, there was definitely no food or drink. Then, Fang Yun remembered that someone had joked about the Valley of Worries and Mencius. It was said that before Mencius became a saint, he imitated Confucius and traveled around the world. However, because Mencius was the disciple of Zisi, his status was extremely high and he didn't suffer much. Therefore, after he became a saint, he felt that something was missing and let his descendants suffer more.
"I really don't have any strength left. I'm going to die from worry."
Fang Yun thought to himself. He simply lay on the ground and didn't move. Although he was very tired, he couldn't sleep. Moreover, those scenes kept flashing in his mind.
At first, Fang Yun didn't care. However, as the scenes kept appearing, the scenes became more and more cruel. There were even relatives and friends who were killed. Fang Yun's face would occasionally show a pained expression.
Fang Yun found that once he rested, the Valley of Worries would definitely increase the damage to his mind.
"What a great endurance. It's really soul-stirring. It really makes people more resilient! However, it's so painful … "
Fang Yun suddenly had the thought of retreating. However, he quickly rejected this idea.
"I am Fang Yun! I want to break through the Valley of Worries! "
Fang Yun gritted his teeth and slowly got up. Regardless of whether it was his arms, chest, or legs, they all felt a tearing pain.
Under the sky, on the ground, the young man's figure moved forward again.
。 (To be continued.)
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