As Sheng finished speaking, a faint rustling sound suddenly came from the inner hall, which had been silent for a long time.
Like sand rolling down, or water rushing down, almost in the blink of an eye, the barely audible sound turned into a deafening roar right next to your ear.
I could almost feel the damp air rushing towards me and taste the salty and astringent flavors spreading across my tongue, as if I were really standing on the banks of a rushing river or in a desert swept by a storm, enveloped by the senses represented by those intense sounds.
Strangely, however, what lay before me was still that empty, pure white inner sanctuary, devoid of anything but the three of us; there was no suddenly appearing river, nor a desert swept by a storm.
Frowning, I opened my mouth, intending to ask Sheng, who had just spoken excitedly, a question. However, when I turned my head, I saw that the boy, who had been full of excitement, had quietly lowered his waving arm. Even the strands of hair that would occasionally wriggle restlessly behind him when he was excited had fallen quietly. He was staring blankly at a certain spot in front of him, his gaze unfocused.
Is it a hallucination?
Waving at it when I got close had no effect. I tried to push it with my finger but it didn't startle me as usual. It was like a stiff, lifeless doll, except that its pupils dilated as if it had seen something shocking.
Looking to the other side, the black-clad bastard was in an even worse state, almost completely collapsed, curled up on the ground, looking like a pitiful wretch hugging himself and crying with his head down. His usually cold and gloomy eyes also showed signs of widening, which softened the icy atmosphere a little, but he still did not get any response.
"It seems to be an illusion that people are being selected and recruited based on their magical capacity."
After confirming that the two guys' magic power was significantly lower than mine, I shook my head, feeling somewhat troubled.
No, the dungeon is about to open, my teammates have already entered and started fighting, but I can't get in, what should I do?
Are the levels synchronized?
I'm not a mage specializing in illusions, and I've been tormented by illusion-like spells several times. It takes a considerable amount of effort to even see through them, let alone break them. Right now, besides vaguely sensing an uneasy flow of magical energy swirling in the inner sanctum, all I can do is wander around aimlessly, hoping to stumble upon some flaws by accident.
Just as we had repeatedly confirmed, the entire inner sanctuary was a pure, unblemished white. The various stone objects pieced together were tightly joined together, with gaps so fine that it was impossible to insert a single hair, leaving almost no suspicious place to hide anything.
The carvings on the surrounding stone walls have been repeatedly checked, but since no pattern similar to the one in the current inner hall has appeared in the description, no matter how much analysis is done, no visible breakthrough can be found, nor can the mystery hidden in the gaps be explored.
Things seemed to have suddenly reached a stalemate.
No, maybe I can break through this situation from another direction.
I held the warm little body that had fallen off my shoulder and was now fast asleep, and stood still. I closed my eyes and tried again to release the senses that had been compressed before.
Some difficulties are like swimming in the deep sea, struggling to push forward against the water that is squeezing your limbs. The powerful resistance surges in, forcing the boundaries of your senses, which are beginning to expand, to contract inward and return to their original position.
At first, there was only slight resistance, but as I could reach more and more, the resistance returned increased exponentially, and the feedback from the boundary showed signs of tearing and blurring, followed by a strong, dull pain like being hammered with iron nails.
Left with no other choice, I could only try to walk around and explore this not-so-large space step by step.
Then, I realized it.
On the seemingly clean and dust-free inner wall, there are tiny particles hidden beneath the surface. These particles appear to be some special stone or calcium deposits that have been carefully ground and crushed into fine dust, and then carefully applied to the wall to form a thin protective film.
These dust-like structures absorb the light projected onto them and then distribute it evenly. Due to their smooth, membrane-like properties, dust that falls on them has nowhere to adhere. Even the senses and magic that brush against them are bounced away and fail to provide the correct feedback along the original path.
"It seems that this is the reason why perception and magic are under pressure in this inner sanctuary."
In the gap between the two lights, a tiny burst of light appeared for a moment, then quickly disappeared.
The attempt to overcome the obstruction of the stone wall and reach the outside world was equally futile, only making the spirit more exhausted.
Disconnecting the magic I was trying to channel into the stone wall, I lifted my hand off the surface and shook it vigorously twice. Even as I lifted it, I could still see traces of the rebound explosion remaining in my palm: "The force of the rebound was even slightly stronger than the strength of casting a spell directly. I wonder if the same thing would happen if I directly slapped a spell upwards."
Out of caution, I only simulated the scenario in my mind before deciding to give up.
It's a bit dangerous. Let's wait until those two guys get up and go outside before trying.
The little guy in my arms suddenly chirped urgently, his tiny body, barely half the size of my arm, swaying back and forth. I don't know if he was having a nightmare, but there were even a few flames on his drooping tail feathers. It wasn't until I reached out and stroked him for a while that he gradually calmed down.
Looking back at the other two daydreaming fellows, they were still the same as before. Even Sheng's head had gradually lowered under the influence of gravity, resting between his arms on the stone platform, just a hair's breadth away from touching it—thankfully, he had exerted force with his hands when he shouted, which kept most of his body on the platform; otherwise, the protrusions would have hit his face, or he would have slipped to the ground.
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