Ma Tuan was running wildly, muttering to himself, but because of the distance, Blore couldn't hear what he was saying.
Seeing that Ma Tuan was about to rush into the flying ashes, Blore was anxious and shouted loudly to stop him, but Ma Tuan seemed to be completely immersed in his own world at this time and turned a deaf ear to Blore's shouts.
The ashes flying all over the sky seemed to come alive under the blowing of the strong wind. They were no longer floating around lightly and irregularly, but gradually gathered together, forming a strange scene like ripples on water.
These ashes flow, sometimes interweaving with each other, sometimes separating, showing a mysterious and strange dynamic beauty.
By the time Blore finally recovered from this shocking scene and tried to rush towards the ashes, everything had changed unexpectedly.
The ashes that were originally flowing slowly suddenly condensed together as if driven by some powerful force, and in the blink of an eye turned into an extremely thick wall of air.
The bluestone road in front of me, which was once so familiar to me, was now abruptly separated.
On one side, the road was still clearly visible, while the other side was completely occupied by the wall of ashes.
Although this road is not long and you can even see the end at a glance when standing here, at this moment, it gives people an illusion that this road has become two completely different worlds.
The mist-blooming cypress trees by the roadside swayed gently in the breeze, their dense branches and leaves contrasting with the swirling ashes below, creating a dreamlike scene.
However, for Blore, at this moment, he was filled with endless anxiety and worry, because just now, he watched Ma Tuan rush into the ashes recklessly.
Ma Tuan's figure quickly disappeared in the thick iron-gray fog of ashes, and disappeared without a trace.
The ash was so dense and heavy that just one look at it made people feel like they were suffocating.
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