After the white basalt appeared, it quickly grew larger, becoming more than one meter tall. It wrapped its white snake tail around Long Junhai and quickly swam towards the shore.
When Long Junhai opened his eyes, the wind and rain had stopped, spring had arrived and flowers were blooming. Fengbo Pavilion had also disappeared. The white basalt beside him was lying on the ground basking in the sun, occasionally taking a lazily bite of the flowers and plants beside it.
"Huh? How come you eat everything? But you're still cute with this silly look on your face." Long Junhai was in a very good mood now, feeling like he had survived a disaster, because the feeling of falling into an endless abyss had already cast a shadow in his heart, and what he feared most was sinking in this darkness.
The white basalt ignored Long Junhai and continued to lazily bask in the sun, chewing on flowers and plants, looking very comfortable.
"Are these flowers and plants really edible? Will there be any danger?" Long Junhai curiously picked a small white flower that Xuanwu had just eaten to see if there was really no big problem.
But at that moment, the cute little white flower, about the size of a fingernail, suddenly grew larger, its petals instantly closing, swallowing Long Junhai whole! The originally beautiful pistil also transformed into an incomparably terrifying yellow tongue, constantly squirming and releasing large amounts of light yellow mucus. It was extremely corrosive and corroded Long Junhai's skin in the blink of an eye!
Long Junhai tried desperately to release his sword energy, sword intent, swordsmanship and other powers to break the restraint of the white flower, but he had no chance at all. All his attacks had no effect at all!
Long Junhai was very flustered. He didn't expect that just by picking a small white flower he had just picked up would cause such a big trouble. Even if he released the power of his sword inheritance, it would be useless!
But at this time, the silly white basalt on the side used its white snake tail to slightly wrap the root of the white flower, and the white flower was pulled out by the roots.
After losing the soil, the little white flower lost all its vitality, and Long Junhai fell out from the petals very easily. At the same time, the white basalt opened its big mouth and slowly swallowed this strange white flower bite by bite!
Long Junhai frowned, wondering what was going on. Why could Xuanwu eat all the flowers and plants here so freely, while he had to go through so much trouble just to pick a flower, and he almost died in there! If it weren't for Xuanwu's rescue, he would have suffered a terrible fate!
When he didn't see Fengbo Pavilion at first, Long Junhai thought it was a good place, but now he feels it is full of weirdness!
After this incident, Long Junhai became more careful. He sat on Xuanwu's back all day, which was somewhat safer. As for other things, he observed them very carefully.
Long Junhai discovered that Fengbo Pavilion would appear once every once in a while, each time lasting only one night, and everything would be back to normal at dawn. However, the time interval between each appearance was uncertain, and would not exceed one month at most.
After thinking carefully for a long time, Long Junhai felt that he needed to try again. Regardless of whether he succeeded or not, he would not stay here any longer.
So Long Junhai adjusted his mentality, and when another storm came, he left this place and set foot on Fengbo Pavilion.
This time, after Long Junhai went up to Fengbo Pavilion, he had been observing the situation outside. Xuanwu also followed him in case anything unexpected happened!
Long Junhai looked around and found that nothing happened except the heavy wind and rain. This situation continued until dawn. Long Junhai was a little drowsy and sleepy. It was at this time that he fell into hallucination again.
"Brother, we're surrounded! What should we do now?"
"Long Junhai, this mission is very important. You must kill that guy. If you kill him, you will be the leader here!"
"Look at this cold prison. Don't you feel any remorse? Are you worthy of your parents? Are you worthy of your friends?"
"Man, get down on your knees!"
"Husband, you are finally here!"
"Ding! Congratulations on successfully activating the system."
"This sword cuts off three thousand worries!"
"Only after becoming a saint and entering the mortal realm can one rule the world."
"Who else in this world can compare with me?"
“Death is not to be feared, but the waiting for death is to be feared.”
“…”
There were many voices, and Long Junhai couldn't tell the real from the fake, and couldn't hear clearly. His inner world was filled with confusion and hesitation. This made him very frightened, uneasy, or even irritable. In short, it was something that existed between illusion and non-illusion.
The rain was falling outside, but what Long Junhai heard was not the sound of rain, but countless shouts and roars.
This hallucination-like thing lasted until dawn. After Long Junhai opened his eyes, he found that he had not changed at all. Xuanwu beside him was still as silly as ever, but the only change was that Fengbo Pavilion had not disappeared.
Long Junhai stood up and looked around. Seeing the endless lake calm and peaceful, he fell into deep thought.
Long Junhai was thinking about his past and present life. It was like a dream to others, and it should be a dream to him as well. But why was this dream always so real, so real that he couldn't believe it, and was reluctant to let it go? The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and the more worried and reluctant he felt in his heart.
After sitting quietly in Fengbo Pavilion for a month, Long Junhai suddenly stood up and strode towards the lake. The wooden bridge had long disappeared. Long Junhai just walked quietly on the lake without falling into the dark abyss again. This showed that he had indeed made some progress compared to before, at least his ability to resist illusions had improved.
Long Junhai looked back at Fengbo Pavilion, but it had disappeared, and there was only the spring breeze blowing on his face.
"The Yangtze River rolls eastward, its waves wash away all heroes; success and failure are all in vain; the green mountains remain, the sunsets turn red again..."
Long Junhai unconsciously recalled this poem, which gave him a new understanding. Regardless of reality or illusion, in his experience, everything would always return to the ordinary, to the ordinary. Everything was like a dream, as if he was watching a movie in which he was the protagonist...
"Hey, let me give you a name? I don't know what to call you all day. There are only two of us here. What do you think I should call you?" Long Junhai asked the white basalt in a low voice.
Xuanwu didn't answer. At this time, Long Junhai said, "How about calling you Xiaobai? No, you're so old now, I should call you Dabai. Hey, isn't that a bit vulgar? How about calling you Ah Wu?"
Long Junhai talked for a long time, but Xuanwu didn't respond at all. He just kept crawling slowly and foolishly, as if he didn't care what Long Junhai called him.
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