A Thousand-Year Sigh

When these words came out of his mouth, he was stunned for a moment.

The voice was not loud, like talking to himself, but it rolled around in the excessively quiet bedroom, hit the wall and bounced back, with a strange echo when it fell into his ears.

He looked at the window.

The window curtains hung down, and the thick dark suede fabric did not move at all. The hem was close to the floor without a wrinkle.

Ye Xinglan After letting go of the hand, it returned to its original position, as if it had been pulled flat by an invisible hand.

Each tassel is the same length.

The curtains move on their own.

He had obviously never seen the gray-blue water stain on the base of the desk lamp, but a picture appeared in his mind. It was blurry and faded, as if he had seen a similar lamp in the illustration of a book a long time ago.

But those were not his memories, they were thrust into him by the illusion.

It's like throwing a pebble into an empty box to make the box sound less empty.

His fingers loosened their grip on the edge of the quilt.

"Your illusion level is not very high."

The light in the bedroom suddenly dimmed.

Only for a moment, like a light bulb flickering when the voltage is unstable.

Then the warm yellow desk light came on again, exactly the same as before, gentle and appropriate.

Yun Jingheng sat up from the bed.

His movements are not fast, but he is very steady.

The quilt slipped from his chest to his waist, and his bare upper body was wrapped in the cool air in the bedroom, causing a layer of tiny goosebumps to appear on his skin.

He raised his hand and pushed back the half-dried hair on his forehead, exposing his entire face.

"That desk lamp was randomly designed by Aunt Cai. It's the only one."

The air in the bedroom shook.

The tassels on the edge of the gauze canopy began to sway, not because of the wind, but because the entire gauze was shaking, like a taut canvas being pulled hard by someone from behind.

"Furthermore... you don't know what the real Desire is buried in my heart, so you can only create a bunch of beautiful maids."

The folds of the window curtains began to blur.

The dark suede fabric begins to fade from the edges, like ink soaked in water, and the color turns white from the bottom up.

The dark gold tablecloth was peeling off, first the corners rolled up, and then fell down in large pieces, revealing a layer of gray underneath.

Yun Jingheng stood up from the bed.

The moment he stepped on the floor with his bare feet, the dark brown solid wood shattered under his feet.

Cracks exploded outward from the center of the circle where he landed, and the wood grain twisted and collapsed, revealing what was underneath.

Rough, dark gray, moist rock surface.

A chill shot up from the soles of my feet.

Yun Jingheng glanced down. He stepped on the gravel, and the sole of his foot was hit by a sharp stone, which hurt.

He raised his head.

The entire bedroom is disintegrating from the edges to the center.

The carved wooden pillars of the four-poster bed were melting and bending, collapsing bit by bit like a wax figure being roasted by fire.

The lamp on the bedside table went out, and the milky-white lampshade shattered into powder and disappeared in mid-air before it even hit the ground.

The window curtains hung down and trailed to the floor, turning into a puddle of gray-white ashes.

Yun Jingheng stood still and did not move.

He watched everything disintegrate, shatter, and disappear in front of him, like an inverted firework that faded from splendor to nothingness.

"Well... the experience is great, but it's better to wake up from this dream."

"Click--"

He stood there, waiting for the last ray of gray-white light in front of him to dissipate from his field of vision.

After the gray light faded away, the grotto returned to its original dark gray tone.

A very thin beam of cold light shines through the cracks in the dome, shining on the rock wall, on the gravel ground, and on the motionless figure an arm's length away in front of him.

He was stunned for a moment.

Xie Xie stood three steps away, took half a step forward with his left foot, and stretched his right hand in the air with his fingers spread out, as if he was trying to reach something.

His eyes were open, his pupils were dilated and unfocused, his lips were slightly open, and his expression was frozen in a moment between anxiety and panic. His whole figure was like a statue that had pressed the pause button.

Yun Jingheng tilted his head too far.

Xu Xiaoyan squatted next to a rock two meters away, huddled up with his arms wrapped around his knees, and buried his face in his arms.

She was also frozen, maintaining a shrunken posture, with her shoulders slightly hunched, as if she was shaking, but the "shaking" was locked to a certain frame, motionless.

There was no sound in the entire grotto.

There was no sound of wind, no sound of dripping water, no sound of breathing.

It was eerily quiet, as quiet as a box that had been emptied of air.

Yun Jingheng's breathing stopped for half a beat.

He subconsciously looked around at the stone walls, gravel, domes, and cracks.

Everything is still.

They are still in fantasy.

And he has already come out.

Yun Jingheng stood up straight while holding on to the stone wall. The wound on his ankle was hurting. Blood was flowing down the arch of his foot, dripping on the gravel and leaving a small dark red mark.

He watched the drop of blood slowly seep into the cracks in the stone. This process was continuous, real, and not interrupted by anything.

When did this injury occur?

Then he felt a very strange feeling.

His sperm Divine Power... is running.

As he stood there, something deep in the center of his eyebrows was extending outward, like a tree extending its roots into the soil. It was invisible and insubstantial, but he could feel it.

The delicate Divine Power tentacles are covering the entire grotto, every inch of the rock wall, every stone fragment suspended in the air, and every trace of moist water in every crack.

His essence Divine Power was spread out at this moment, like a net spread out, covering the entire space.

This feeling really reminds me of the Mental Domain described in the book?

Does my field have anything to do with time?

He stood on the gravel ground, closed his eyes, and felt his Mental Domain boundaries and status.

The surrounding space and time seem to be frozen? What a confusing concept...

Yun Jingheng Open your eyes.

He looked at the frozen Xie Xie in front of him, and at his hand stretched out in mid-air with five fingers spread out.

Xie Xie What kind of illusion is he trapped in at this moment? What is he seeing?

Was he still yelling and trying to drag someone out in that illusion?

Yun Jingheng sensed the Mental Domain that he unfolded, the range covered by the contact wires, the path of operation, and the direction of each strand of essence Divine Power.

Then he raised his right hand, with the palm facing up and his fingers slightly pinched.

He began to close the net.

Mental Domain started to recover from the far end of the grotto. Like the tide receding, wisps of essence Divine Power were peeled off from the rock wall, withdrawn from the stone crevices, and recovered from the whole bodies of Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan.

The process of retracement is very slow, and each strand of contact must be gently rolled up to prevent it from breaking or leaving any residue on the spiritual boundary of the companion.

The tight feeling deep in the center of his eyebrows was gradually relaxing.

It's like a string that has been stretched all day is being unscrewed slowly, round and round.

The domain was shrinking, from covering the entire cave to a one-foot radius centered on him, then from one foot to three feet, and from three feet to being able to wrap around him.

When the last trace of essence Divine Power was withdrawn from the air, he felt a slight chill between his brows.

The field is closed.

He stood in the grotto, Mental Domain retracted from his body, and the range of perception shrank back to the little space within his skin.

The grotto returned to its original quietness, real quietness, with only the deep whining sound of the wind pouring in from the cracks in the rock.

Then he heard a voice.

The water droplets condensed, elongated, and fell from the edge of the crack in the dome, landing on the rock half a foot away from his feet. There was a crisp, short "click" sound, and then disappeared.

He lowered his head and looked at the place where the drop of water fell. A small dark stain spread on the stone surface, and the edge slowly faded away.

"After more than a thousand years, Shrek finally has an incredible little guy."

Yun Jingheng looked back after hearing the sound.

She saw a young woman with skimpy and revealing clothes, plump lines, and a very attractive figure.