The surface of the sea was "planted" with abundant golden wheat, so dense that it was almost suffocating.
These golden "wheat" are about half the height of a person. From a distance, they look like a vast golden ocean.
In the sunlight, these golden "wheat" sparkle with dazzling light, as if they were carefully carved from the purest gold.
Each straw exudes a soft and noble luster, as if showing its unique charm to the world.
Blore stared with wide eyes and a look of shock at the endless golden wheat field.
They are so magnificent and mysterious, as if this golden ocean stretches to the distant horizon with no end.
However, when he reached out to touch the "wheat" again, the cold, hard and lifeless touch once again clearly reached his fingertips.
This sharp contrast made everything he saw even more incredible.
He slowly raised his head and looked straight up at the high and vast sky.
The sky was like an endless painting, presenting a deep, ink-black, pure and flawless azure color. Not even a trace of cloud could be found. It was like a huge sapphire, emitting charming brilliance, enveloping the entire world in a tranquil and mysterious atmosphere.
The warm and gentle sunshine poured down from the blue sky without reservation, gently shining on the golden "wheat field".
I saw the golden wheat waves swaying gently in the wind, reflecting each other and countless dazzling and dazzling rays of light.
In an instant, this vast sea seemed to be ignited by a blazing golden flame. It was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
Blore stood there in a daze, his heart involuntarily filled with a strong shock that was difficult to describe and express in words.
Before this, he had never had the privilege of witnessing such a dreamlike and wonderful sight - those golden ears of wheat could actually thrive in the turbulent sea, and the sky above his head was such a pure blue, without even a trace of other colors, as if the whole world was completely overturned and redefined at this moment.
For a moment, he even began to doubt where he was at the moment. Could it be that he had already left this mundane world and stepped into a completely unknown and mysterious world full of fantasy?
However, just when he was full of doubts, he suddenly found that what he saw before him did not seem to be boundless.
So he looked around carefully again.
Sure enough, not far away, his sight finally fixed on a "mountain" that towered into the clouds.
This majestic "mountain" is like an indestructible barrier, standing between the golden ocean and the outside world, abruptly blocking the golden wave from continuing to spread and expand.
Blore felt that he still didn't understand why he was here.
Maybe it's a random refresh...
He comforted himself.
But there's no point in staying there.
So he walked towards the sun, one step deep and one step shallow.
The chains on his body swayed from time to time, back and forth, reflecting the sunlight and making it look colorful.
There is no scarecrow here anymore... Blore was thinking about something unknown while walking forward with his eyes narrowed towards the sun.
Soon, he felt as if there was someone in front of him, because a field of golden wheat in front of him seemed to have "collapsed".
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Ma Tuan felt a little heavy-hearted, and a hint of sadness enveloped him like a haze.
He was in some pain.
Not only the spirit, but also the body.
At this moment, he knew nothing about the situation of his companions.
He clearly remembered that at that moment, his mind suddenly tightened and he reached out his hand into the liquid pool that was even larger than the crater, as if an invisible force was driving him to explore the secrets within.
When his hand touched the bottom of the pool, he seemed to have caught something, but at that moment, a piercing pain came over him like a tide.
The pain almost made him faint. He thought his left hand might have suffered a serious injury - a comminuted fracture.
However, what was even more unbearable for him at the moment was not just the pain in his left hand, but the burning sensation and occasional tingling throughout his body.
Every sting is like a needle piercing the skin and deep into the bone marrow.
At the same time, his left hand felt a completely different kind of coldness.
At first, he thought it was just as cold as holding a piece of ice, but after careful experience, he found that this description was not accurate.
It didn't feel like he was holding ice, but more like his left hand itself had turned into solid ice.
Not only that, Ma Tuan also noticed a strange gaze falling on him.
This gaze contained a variety of complex emotions: calm observation, indifferent bystandership, and even a creepy warmth.
It seems to carry some deep meaning, like examining a precious object, or reminiscing about a distant and vague fragment.
This gaze carried an elusive temperature, sometimes hot as fire, sometimes cold as ice, causing Ma Tuan to feel a chill in his heart.
"Damn, I'm not going to meet a schizophrenic patient, am I?"
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