After stowing away the 'Golden Pearl', Sheyan continued advancing. At present, he roughly understood that the Plaga Hosts didn't hunt through their eyes, nose or ears. Instead, they mostly relied on sensing vibrations from the ground. In this case, the improved medicine that he applied wouldn't have much of an effect. Therefore, when he lightened his footsteps, the troubles he encountered were greatly reduced.
All of a sudden, after bypassing a stone wall, Sheyan's vision cleared up as a horrifying abyss appeared before him. Above the abyss, was a stone bridge that could only be described as a work of the gods. However, the width of the bridge was exceedingly narrow; at most, it could accommodate a single person.
There weren't any guardrails on either side of the bridge, leading directly into the bottomless abyss. Just a single glance would cause one to feel an eerie feeling, and one wouldn't be able to escape death if one fell down. This long bridge appeared to be the only path connecting this side and the other side.
When Sheyan was looking down from a bird's eye view, he didn't feel that the abyss was anything special, but now that he was standing in front of it, he could feel its vastness and profoundness.
Moreover, the surrounding rocks of the bridge were suffused with a peculiar luster, as though they were waxed with an oily lustre.
Without a doubt, to continue advancing, he had to cross this long bridge. Needless to say, this long bridge definitely contained an incomparably treacherous mechanism. Sheyan attempted to approach the bridgehead, but abruptly felt his legs turning soft. His heart was instantly alarmed as he hurriedly performed a backflip to escape. Yet, nothing happened.
After several attempts, Sheyan realized that no matter how he evaded, once he entered the boundary of the long bridge, his legs would inevitably turn soft and trigger the mechanism. This indicated that the mechanism he triggered would definitely be triggered as long as someone passed by.
Thus, he could further deduce that once this mechanism was triggered, it definitely wouldn't result in a fatal situation. Instead, it should contain a certain method of movement. As long as he made the wrong move, he would definitely lose his life here.
At present, the setting sun was like blood, its splendor on the horizon was even more resplendent. Dark clouds and twilight rolled together. It illuminated this bizarre and bloody city ruins. Sheyan took a deep breath and proceeded towards the long bridge.
At this time, he was doubly cautious. As he focused his attention, he suddenly discovered a stone platform at the far end of the long bridge. The stone platform was at least one or two kilometers away from him in a straight line.
From the side of the stone platform, a burly statue with a snake head and a human body slid out. The hands of this statue were raised high, holding a huge mirror with a diameter of at least three meters. The mirror was aimed at Sheyan's direction.
In this instant, Sheyan felt an incomparably glaring radiance before his eyes. How scorching was the afterglow of the setting sun? Yet, it seemed to have been congealed into the center of the mirror, before transforming into a terrifying glaring radiance. Like an arrow, like a spear, it rumbled noisily, before it shot out from afar along the long bridge's passageway! Its power did not diminish with the distance, and it even plowed up an incomparably noisy cloud of dust on the bridge when it passed by!
Sheyan instantly sensed an incomparably intense threat of death. The mirror raised by the burly statue was polished from crystal, and was probably imbued with some incomparably powerful dark witchcraft. The radiance it emitted was congealed and did not dissipate, as it converged the rays of the setting sun from the west onto a single point!
When it flew in front of Sheyan, it was already the size of a flashlight. The radiance it emitted was exceedingly glaring and incisive, like the scorching sun in the middle of the sky. One would not dare to look directly at it. Wherever it passed, even the air was burnt into a vacuum path. Clear scorch marks could be seen on the narrow and long bridge's passageway! Even the rocks were showing signs of dissolving.
Fortunately, the concentrated sunlight streaked in from near to far. Though its movement speed was incomparably swift, it still gave Sheyan a certain amount of buffer time. Seizing the opportunity before he officially stepped onto the bridge, he hastily hid behind a nearby rock. Nevertheless, he could still feel the dazzling radiance whizzing past him. His face was steaming with heat waves, as it assaulted his face. Following that, was a burning sensation!
Sheyan was at least 5-6 metres away from the concentrated sunlight, yet he could already feel the ferocious heat. Without a doubt, if he were to be struck by this mechanism, he would definitely be like being struck by a laser beam; directly splitting into two, and igniting into a tragic fate! He would not be able to escape the fate of being instakilled!
This mechanism was truly too tyrannical. Sheyan raised his head and gazed at the sky. At most, the sun would only shine for another half an hour. Even at this moment, a patch of dark clouds could possibly annihilate the sunlight within the darkness. Without the scorching sun, this mechanism would be utterly crippled. Though time was pressing, Sheyan could still afford to waste half an hour.
Yet when he decided to sit down and wait, an exceedingly ominous notion suddenly welled up in Sheyan's heart.
Evidently, the craftsman who designed this unrivalled sunlight mechanism definitely wasn't a fool. He definitely knew that though this mechanism was incomparably valiant and unparalleled, it was still restricted by the weather. Every day, it wouldn't be able to display its capabilities for more than 6 hours …... if it were to encounter a rainy or cloudy day, it would be utterly crippled.
Therefore, if the efficiency of this mechanism that exhausted the painstaking efforts of the Ndipaya craftsman was so low, why would he design it? Those craftsmen wouldn't waste their lives and wealth to create such a foolish scheme!
Thinking of that, cold sweat trickled down Sheyan's back! He suddenly realized the crux of the matter …... what was the most sacred core of the Ndipaya tribe?? Without a doubt, it was that legendary flower that could grant immortality, the 'Stairway of the Sun'!
Therefore, under normal circumstances, in order to obtain the power of the sacred 'Stairway of the Sun', one would have to pass through the trial of the Sun God. That would be logical!
This also implied one point – the only path to the 'Stairway of the Sun' plantation, could only be opened when the sun rose. Once the sun set, this unrivalled sunlight focusing trap would inevitably fail. Yet, this also signified that this path would be blocked, and the path to the 'Stairway of the Sun' would be severed. To enter, one would have to wait for the next sunrise.
The more Sheyan pondered, the more apprehensive he became! Heaven knows when the next sunrise would occur, but the earliest would be 12 hours later. That would be a total of 120,000 utility points! If 2-3 consecutive days of rain …... OH!! NO!
Thinking of that, Sheyan could only take another step towards the bridgehead, triggering the mechanism once again. That dazzling radiance whistled in once more, as though the surrounding air had been ignited.
This time, Sheyan had already decided on a hiding spot. Abruptly, he dove down towards the abyss beside the bridge. Just as he was about to plunge down, he ferociously stabbed his saber into a rock by the side of the bridge, suspending his entire body in mid-air. That sunlight beam swept past, yet it merely passed through the bridge. Even so, Sheyan's hair curled up from the scorching heat. Nevertheless, he still managed to evade the attack.
This mid-air leap, stab and dodge could be said to be exceedingly dangerous, yet his gamble paid off!
Once that concentrated sunlight beam swept past, Sheyan immediately exerted force, relying solely on the strength of his arm to fling himself up. After sprinting for 2-3 seconds, he flipped back down the bridge to evade. Repeating this cycle, he quickly arrived at the middle section of the bridge. It was no longer a narrow passageway of the bridge, but a spacious viewing platform. This was obviously a humane design, allowing brave warriors to take a breather here.
Even with Sheyan's current formidable prowess, he was still drenched in sweat as he climbed up. His entire body was panting violently, especially his arm that was incomparably numb, as though it was about to break. Even so, Sheyan's breathing time on this platform could only be measured in seconds. After a brief rest, he would continue on his journey.
Looking at the sky that seemed to be on the verge of igniting with red clouds, perhaps in the next second, a patch of dark clouds would cover the sun, and darkness would reign over the land. That would thoroughly sever Sheyan's hopes of continuing his journey.
Yet at this moment, just as Sheyan took a few steps forward, his legs suddenly softened, triggering the inevitable mechanism. Instantly, a loud rumble resounded from the distant stone platform. A humongous stone statue streaked out at high speed from the side. Similarly, it had the head of a snake and the body of a human, looking incomparably malevolent. This time, it carried a huge mirror on its shoulder, and reflected an incomparably blazing concentrated sunlight beam back!
In this way, it became two concentrated sunlight beams alternately streaking across; dazzling and majestic, mournful and mournful! Previously, Sheyan could still take advantage of the gap created by the first concentrated sunlight beam to leap onto the bridge deck. After running a few steps, he could then leap down and hack into the stone with his saber. But now, the appearance of this second statue had almost completely filled up the previous gap.
While Sheyan was racking his brains for a way to continue advancing, he suddenly sensed something amiss behind him!
Turning back, he saw Mbenga sprinting over with lightning speed, as though something was chasing after him. Mbenga ran to the side of the long bridge and rolled on the ground. Not knowing what mechanism he triggered during his roll, a stone wall beside him rumbled open. Inside, was actually filled with those spears that the Ndipaya barbarians were proficient in! (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to donate your recommendation votes or monthly votes to me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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