bookrebus Chapter 217 Where is the End
Chapter 217 Where is the End
"Hey!"
Accompanied by this long, endlessly sorrowful sigh, the sound seemed to rise slowly from the depths of a deep, dark valley, as if the pain that had been suppressed for a thousand years had finally found an outlet. It drifted leisurely in the air, gradually gathering into a powerful force, like a heavy, muffled thunder exploding in the silent air.
This sigh was like a sudden storm, instantly shattering the tranquil atmosphere. The air around them seemed to grow heavy with the sound, leaving one feeling an indescribable sense of oppression and dullness. The sound lingered in one's ears, seemingly drawing out all the worries and sorrows deep within.
At this moment, a deep voice suddenly rang out from the crowd. This voice seemed to possess some kind of magical power, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present. Everyone's eyes followed the direction of the sound, wanting to find out who made such a sound.
Soon, they discovered their target—a man named Fang Congzheng. His body was trembling slightly, like a candle in the wind, and he seemed ready to collapse at any moment. Every movement he made seemed incredibly slow and labored, as if he were carrying a heavy burden.
Finally, after a long and arduous effort, Fang Congzheng slowly raised his head, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. His face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his eyes revealed endless fatigue and pain.
At this moment, Fang Cong's face, which already had a hint of sadness, seemed to be completely enveloped by a thick and dense haze. This haze was like a huge and heavy black cloth, mercilessly pressing down on his face, making him look extremely depressed and dull.
A closer look reveals that every wrinkle on his face seems to be being pulled forcefully by an invisible hand, becoming deeper and more pronounced. These deep lines crisscross, like ravines carved into his skin, recording the vicissitudes of life and the hardships of life. They are no longer just simple lines, but bear the marks of countless pain and sorrow. At a glance, one can sense the deep pressure Fang bears.
His eyes, once clear as water and bright as stars, now seemed shrouded in a thick haze, devoid of their former sparkle. Once, they were like the brightest stars in the night sky, gleaming with an enchanting radiance that captivated those who gazed upon them. Like a clear spring, pure and vibrant, they revealed boundless wisdom and emotion. But now, those eyes had lost their former splendor, replaced by a murky, dull glow. Like two pearls long covered in dust, their essence still precious, their exterior tarnished by the wear and tear of time, no longer capable of displaying that awe-inspiring brilliance.
Her eyes, deep as a pool and brimming with melancholy, seemed to conceal countless untold stories and emotions. The slightly drooped corners of her eyes betrayed an indescribable weariness, like a traveler weary after a long journey, or an ascetic burdened by life, unable to resist but forced to press on. The resignation in her eyes, like a winter wind, relentlessly plucks at our hearts, moving us to wonder what bitterness and suffering lies beneath.
Lu Yan gritted his teeth, his lips pursed, bloodless. The corners of his mouth seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, drooping helplessly. He looked as if he was carrying an extremely heavy mountain on his back. Every step was extremely difficult, and it seemed that if he was not careful, he would be crushed to the ground by the heavy burden. However, despite this, he still straightened his back, stubbornly refusing to give in to the pressure.
His once relaxed eyebrows were now tightly knitted together, as if being kneaded by an invisible hand, gradually forming a deep "chuan" character. This "chuan" character, like a ravine, stretched between his brows, making him look filled with endless sorrow and worry. Each wrinkle seemed to carry the pressure and hardship of life, which made one feel pity.
The originally straight back now seemed to be bent by the pressure of life and was slightly hunched.
Lu Yan looked extremely depressed, as if he had lost all hope and motivation.
"We haven't found a way to break this strange illusion yet! But we can't stay here for long. After all, judging from your current condition, we don't know when your headache will strike again.
To be honest, if it happens again like before, I don’t think you can handle it!"
As Fang spoke with a worried look on his face, he showed his deep concern for his companions without disguising it.
His furrowed brows, slightly trembling lips and dull eyes all revealed his heavy mood at the moment.
For those practitioners who single-mindedly pursue the supreme realm, yearning day and night to control unparalleled power, each of them harbors a grand dream: to constantly surpass themselves and break through their limits. Therefore, no one wants to become a stumbling block or burden to others on this difficult and challenging path forward.
Especially for a disciple like Lu Yan, born into a prestigious family, possessing an unparalleled status and exceptional talent, his pride and competitive spirit far surpass those of ordinary people. He has always been arrogant and held himself to extremely high standards and requirements for improving his own abilities. Others might consider him excellent enough, but for him, this is just the beginning.
As expected, the moment Fang Congyi finished speaking, Lu Yan's head, which had been held high like a proud rooster, suddenly drooped as if pressed down by an invisible hand. The confidence and arrogance that had previously shone on his face quickly receded like the tide, replaced by a paleness and astonishment. It was as if the words Fang Congyi had just spoken were an extremely sharp sword, piercing his heart, causing all his self-esteem and pride to crumble in an instant.