bookrebus Chapter 208 I Just Thought
Chapter 208 I Just Thought
The moment he thought of this, his originally relaxed hands suddenly, as if drawn by some mysterious force, slowly and uncontrollably clenched into fists. The force of the clenching was so great that it seemed to crush the uneasiness and anxiety hidden deep in his heart into nothingness.
He closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging emotions within him. However, despite his best efforts, his violently beating heart could not regain its composure, just like the sea being ravaged by a relentless wind, with waves rolling, one higher than the other, never stopping.
All right! He frowned, veins popping out on his forehead, and thought to himself, "No! I absolutely cannot continue to sink into such despair. What's the point of being so depressed and frustrated? It will only sink me deeper into despair! The most urgent thing right now is to quickly come up with a brilliant way to escape this damn place!" After saying that, he clenched his teeth tightly, his cheeks puffed up, as if he was using all his strength to chew up and swallow all the resentment and anger in his heart.
His previously dull eyes suddenly shone with a resolute light, as dazzling as a meteor streaking across the night sky. He gazed unflinchingly around him, not missing a single corner, as if trying to penetrate the darkness to discern the life and hope hidden within. His gaze darted rapidly, sometimes resting on a protruding rock, sometimes focusing on a seemingly loose patch of earth, attempting to find even the slightest clue or escape route that could help him escape his predicament.
Fang Congyi's gaze was like two blazing flames, locked onto Lu Yan's face, as if searing his every expression onto his retina. He was completely absorbed, not daring to blink, lest he miss even the tiniest, briefest flicker of Lu Yan's expression. His concentration was like that of a seasoned hunter, closely observing his prey, waiting for the moment it revealed a flaw.
After observing intently for a while, Fang Congyi finally moved slightly and slowly opened his tightly closed mouth. His lips parted slightly, as if every word carried a heavy burden. In a voice so deep that it seemed to come from deep underground, and with an expression that was difficult to conceal, he said:
"Lu Yan, you know, although the speed of time flowing in this mysterious illusion is very different from that in the outside world, this does not mean that we can be safe and sound in it."
At this point, Fang Congyi paused for a moment, as if the pause button had been pressed. His originally unstoppable speech came to an abrupt end, and the entire room instantly fell into a brief and subtle silence.
At this moment, Fang Congyi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell quietly on Lu Yan in front of him.
Her expression seemed a little solemn, as if she was thinking about something important.
This brief silence seemed to be the time he deliberately left for Lu Yan so that the other party could fully understand and digest what he had just said.
Then she continued
We must clearly understand that this seemingly insignificant difference in the speed of time is merely a superficial phenomenon. In reality, while it does not directly deplete our spiritual energy, physical strength, or precious time, if we remain in such a special environment for a long time, the pressure it places on our sea of consciousness will become immense.
Given our current abilities, if we continue to stay in this environment, it won't be long before our spiritual consciousness suffers irreparable and severe damage. Once this happens, even if we devote even greater effort to cultivation in the future, we will likely never be able to recover and be compared to those who have not suffered such damage.
As Fang Congyi's words fell, they were like a falling leaf on a tranquil lake, creating tiny ripples. However, after this brief silence, he gently shook his head, his movements as gentle as a breeze through a willow branch. With this simple movement, a trace of unconcealable helplessness and worry gradually emerged on his previously calm face.
That sense of helplessness was like the mist that permeates the mountains in the early morning hours—not dense, yet lingering. And that touch of worry was like the maple leaves that drift quietly down in late autumn—light and airy, yet each one carries a touch of sadness. Then, Fang Congyi took a deep breath, then exhaled forcefully, as if to expel the pent-up air in his chest.
When he exhaled, it transformed into a long sigh, lingering in the air. The sigh sounded so heavy, as if he were carrying a heavy burden in his heart, weighing him down, nearly suffocating him. Perhaps this burden was the hardships of life, or perhaps it was the unspoken worries on his mind; in any case, it caused Fang Congyi's brow to furrow tightly, and a dim light flashed in his eyes.
However, at this very moment, an extremely severe and thorny problem loomed before them like an incomparably heavy mountain. This problem, like a huge rock, weighed heavily on their hearts, almost suffocating them, and even breathing became difficult! Because the most critical and urgent thing at this moment was to find a way to safely escape this mysterious and treacherous place full of dangers and dangerous traps.
Before this, they had always followed Bi Yaoyao's steps closely, carefully searching for a way to leave this place. Every step they took was extremely cautious, as if the slightest mistake would lead them to an irretrievable end.
As for why this choice was made, the reason is actually very clear and simple.