Bologg struggled to advance on the gray ground, the sharp blade became pitted, and Bologg held it in his hand like a trekking pole.
This is the seventh day since Boluogo fell into the Great Rift...or it could be the eighth day. Boluogo doesn't care much about time anymore.
His physical strength is being continuously consumed, and his own ether volume is also continuously decreasing in this ether vacuum environment. Boluogo feels like a balloon, with several holes broken in his body, and the gas is constantly escaping, making a splash.
sound.
Aimu remained silent, like a dead corpse, being carried behind Boluogo. The two had not spoken for a long time, and the atmosphere of silence lingered between the two.
Boluogo feels that he is also a talkative person. As long as he wants to talk, he can always talk to Aimu about random things, such as movies, music, and inexplicable topics such as the ultimate in life.
Unfortunately, this bad environment is suppressing the will of the two of them little by little. No matter how much Bologo wants to relax, this bad environment will not give him such a chance.
Boluogo needs to conserve his energy to go further.
While advancing along the way, Bologg was also constantly exploring the bottom of this large crack. Bologg speculated that this was not the case here.
Boluogo was referring to what it looked like after the Great Fissure was formed. At that time, it should have been covered with countless rock protrusions, but I don’t know since when, endless ashes emerged in this Great Fissure.
Like a sea of sand, it covers up the original appearance of the bottom and hides everything under the deep ashes.
There is something entrenched at the bottom of this great rift. It is so huge that it fills every gap in the great rift. From the day it arrives, it burns infinitely, and the ashes it raises will one day fill it up.
This deep crack.
Boluogo stopped and looked deeply at the ashes at his feet. The coverage limit of his secret energy was ten meters, but this did not mean that the thickness of the ashes layer was only ten meters. It might actually be tens of meters or even hundreds of meters.
meters deep.
Recalling the extremely hot touch at that time, Boluogo could not imagine how high the temperature must be in the deepest part of the ash layer.
Presumably it would be a blazing sun that was deliberately buried and forgotten.
Bologg continued to crawl downward along the cliffs, like a giant's ladder. Under the pile of ashes, Bologg continued to move deeper.
The further he advanced, the more complicated Boluogo's mood became, with a mixture of slight panic and endless... curiosity.
Just as the explorers struggled to sail the sea just to see what was on the other side of the horizon, Bologger also wanted to know what was hidden in the dark depths of this great rift.
Boluogo didn't know what would be waiting for him there, but he already had a vague premonition in his heart.
Ever since he relied on the snakes to explore what was under the ashes layer, Bologo has been able to feel a vague and evil noise. This power is lingering around him like a ghost.
Since the land of ashes has risen, it has not left.
No one told Bologo the answer, but relying on the umbilical cord, Bologo had begun to implicate the birth of the Great Rift with the devils.
"Boluogo, where are the things that fell into the great rift?" Aimu asked in the silence.
Calculating the distance, the two of them had made a lot of progress, but they still found nothing along the way.
This world is lifeless, with no life at all. Even the garbage thrown into the big rift no longer exists. The monotonous scenery repeats itself. If Amu could not feel the passage of ether, she would even feel that time at this time has stopped.
of.
"I don't know," Boluogo shook his head, "It's my first time here too."
Boluogo suddenly laughed and continued, "To be honest, it is rare to experience falling into a big rift."
"Are you proud?"
"I just think this experience is quite interesting, don't you think?"
"ah?"
Aimu had some difficulty understanding Bologna's train of thought, but Bologna continued to move forward.
Going down along the cliffs like giant staircases, the air was filled with fine ash, the surroundings were foggy, and even the dim light above the head became dimmer.
Boluogo felt that he was heading towards the vast darkness. Beside another huge cliff, Boluogo paused for a few seconds and summoned the snake scale silver.
Aimu intertwined his hands on Boluogo's chest, entangled by the snakes, and strengthened it again.
After doing all this, Boluogo grabbed the folding knife and continued to crawl downward. This time the descent was much longer than before. The surface of the rock wall was extremely smooth, as if it had been cut down by some vicious force.
become.
After Boluogo climbed down from the cliff, the surrounding light had become extremely dim, and the visual range was pitifully narrow. After taking only two steps, a hazy black shadow appeared in front of his eyes, and Boluogo couldn't help but become vigilant.
.
As he got closer, Boluogo saw clearly that the thing was a broken stone pillar.
This stone pillar looks to be quite old. There is a thick layer of ash accumulated on the surface of the stone pillar, and the bottom of the stone pillar is also deeply embedded in the ash layer.
Boluogo looked forward, and more hazy black shadows appeared in front of his eyes. He seemed to have arrived in a ruined area.
"Did it fall from above?" Aimu said.
"It's possible. There are often buildings collapsing around the big rift...and there are also hesitating forks in the road." Bologo replied.
The current situation is still within expectations. To this day, the great rift is still slowly expanding, and buildings are constantly collapsing in. Boluogo guesses that this ruins should have fallen into it some time in the past.
But what Bologo felt was something wrong was that after careful observation, he found that these buildings all had exquisite reliefs, as if they were from temples. But in Bologo's perception, whether it was around the great rift, it was still wandering.
There are no such buildings in the fork in the road.
The history of this ruined area is older than Boluogo could have imagined.
"bright!"
Aimu's exclamation sounded.
Boluogo raised his head warily, and streaks of blue light passed over his head, like woven silk, reflecting the hazy aurora deep underground.
"No etheric reaction."
Boluogo felt it carefully, and found that the surroundings were still in the etheric vacuum, and there was nothing strange about it.
"It's so beautiful."
Aimu didn't pay attention to this at all. She kept sighing like a child.
Boluogo walked among the ruins, and the hazy light gradually became more and more numerous. They seemed to be alive, shaping into different shapes in the darkness, and rising and falling in tranquility.
This is not a product of ether. Bologg guessed that it should be a luminous gas formed in the air after various alchemical agents were mixed together and evaporated.
You can often see such a scene on the hesitant forked roads, with brilliant light floating in the hazy mist, adding a touch of fascinating color to the evil place.
Aimu admired these glimmers of light, while Boluogo used the reflection of the light to move forward in the darkness, wiping away the ashes from time to time to observe the appearance of these ruins.
Time has eroded the surface of the building, but Boluogo can still see the former delicacy of the building and the former glory of the entire building complex from the details of the carvings.
This seems to be some kind of temple-like building, and neither Opos nor Wandering Chalu has anything similar.
Bologg vaguely thought of something, but he felt that it was somewhat unlikely. Then Bologg realized that he might be a little closer to a secret hidden in the darkness.
"Did you hear anything? Boluogo." Suddenly Aimu said.
"What did you hear..."
Before Bologo finished speaking, he also heard the sound, coming slowly from the distance, like a loud roaring thunder.
It was as if a giant was sleeping in the darkness, its snoring echoing back and forth between the cracks, mixing into roaring thunder, and accompanying it was the storm caused by its breath.
Boluogo felt that he was facing a natural disaster. The moment he heard the sound, a hazy black shadow rose in the darkness at the end of his field of vision, and then it became so dark that it covered the sky like a dark cloud.
A strong sense of crisis arose in his heart. Boluogo jumped towards the ruins on one side, hugged Aimu tightly, and the two huddled in the corner.
The next second the two of them hid in the bunker, thunder mixed with the storm stirred up a storm of ashes, passing among the ruins.
Like an avalanche, the vast ash engulfed the surrounding buildings in an instant. Without the shelter of the buildings, Boluogo and Aimu would have been easily blown up and thrown into the depths of darkness.
But even with the protection of the building, the ashes that seeped in in the blink of an eye almost completely buried the two of them. More importantly, a burning sensation of severe pain came from the surface of Boluogo's body.
In order to save the ether, Aimu turned off most of her perception abilities. She could not detect these abnormalities, but the flesh-and-blood Boluogo could clearly feel that these ashes had a blazing residual temperature and only a brief attachment.
, it will quickly burn the flesh and blood.
Boluogo could only endure the pain. It was not until the avalanche ended a few minutes later that he crawled out of the ashes exhausted.
The skin was burned, red and swollen, but apart from further consuming the ether, the injury did not have much impact on Bologg. Bologg dug Amu out of the ashes and carried him on his back again.
"At least we know why these things were buried." Boluogo muttered in a low voice.
"Are you going to move on?"
Aimu was a little scared. The darkness was too deep, scratching the fear in his heart.
Boluogo didn't respond, but just moved forward stubbornly. The further he advanced, the clearer the invisible connection became.
There is something waiting for you.
Boluogo believed that in the depths of darkness, some kind of existence was calling him.
