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The explosion's impact was intense and sudden, and Wu Cheng's consciousness seemed to be torn into countless fragments in an instant. He felt an indescribable pain, as if being cut open by a merciless darkness. His vision and sense of touch were engulfed by the violent energy storm, and his brain seemed to be struck by a powerful electric current, unable to think or comprehend.
Then, he returned to the real world as if from another realm. At this moment, Wu Cheng couldn't distinguish which sensory stimuli were from reality and which were from the past. In the darkness of the mine tunnel, the smell of gunpowder, the taste of dust, and the overwhelming smell of blood and flesh filled the air. These sensory stimuli made Wu Cheng extremely uncomfortable, his throat constricted, almost suffocating. He couldn't tell if these smells were real or hallucinations.
Not only his sense of taste, but also his vision became confused and unclear. The images from the past and the scenes of reality kept intertwining. Sometimes, he would see Shunzi and other miners laboring in the mining scene, and sometimes it was the scene of the explosion burying the earth and rocks, struggling in despair. At times, he felt the oppression of the mine tunnel, and at other times, he felt the falling of the earth and rocks. These images overwhelmed him, making it impossible for him to distinguish between reality and the past.
His vision continued to be entangled by memories of the past, these images were like merciless blows, making it impossible for him to distinguish between reality and the past. Sometimes, he could see Shunzi and others toiling in the mine pit, the heavy sound of the pickaxe, and the sound of hitting the stone wall seemed to echo in his ears. And at other times, scenes of the explosion after the collapse of earth and rocks, the chaotic crowd, and the tragic cries appeared in his mind.
In Wu Cheng's eyes, he saw some people being lucky enough to be instantly crushed into pieces by falling rocks, their pain ending quickly. But there were also some people whose fate was not so fortunate. Buried under the rubble, they suffered in agony, barely clinging to life. Those trapped under the rocks had no food, no water source, and even their hope was stripped away. Among the two or three dozen who managed to survive the long wait, faced with the despairing reality, they began to go mad.
In this darkness, a strange sound gradually echoed in the mine tunnel, an indescribable and eerie sound. It seemed to come from another world, filled with strange resonance and howls, causing immense unease and fear. These sounds pierced their eardrums, seeped into their souls, mercilessly destroying their sanity, plunging them into a whirlpool of madness.
Under the intense mental and physical torment, they began to kill each other. The echoing sounds in the mine tunnel were no longer just the sounds of fighting, but were filled with screams of pain and chilling laughter. These sounds reverberated in the dark mine like a song of death and madness.
Time passed by, and this terrifying revelry seemed endless. In the past days, these survivors had lost their humanity, their eyes filled with endless fear and madness. The attacks and killings among them escalated, turning the entire mine tunnel into a living hell.
In the midst of this chaos, almost everyone has fallen into a state of madness, attacking each other recklessly. The mine is filled with the sounds of tearing, screaming, and wailing, creating a terrible symphony. As time passes, the chaos gradually subsides, leaving only silence in the mine.
Wu Cheng feels the fear, anger, and confusion of their souls after death. Their resentment seems to condense in the darkness, forming terrifying phantoms. The ghosts constantly wander around him, whispering and expressing their pain and sorrow. Wu Cheng is filled with indescribable fear, feeling overwhelmed by the emotions of these spirits, unable to break free.
Under the drive of fear, Wu Cheng ran frantically towards the entrance of the mine tunnel, with only one thought in his mind: to escape from this eerie place. He stared at the only light in the distance, hoping to find an exit and escape from this dreadful place.
As he ran, the light gradually grew larger, and the dawn of hope seemed to be right in front of him. However, just as he thought he could escape, the light suddenly disappeared, as if swallowed by the darkness. Wu Cheng felt as if he had plunged into endless darkness, helplessly losing his way in the darkness, surrounded by invisible fear and unease.
In the endless darkness, Wu Cheng felt as if he had fallen into an inescapable maze, helplessly losing his way in the darkness, surrounded by invisible fear and unease. In the darkness, he could vaguely sense something constantly near him, and that sense of presence made him even more uneasy.
Wu Cheng tightly gripped a hoe in his hand, constantly waving it as if to drive away the surrounding darkness. At the same time, he kept loudly cursing, seemingly hoping to fend off this eerie darkness with his voice.
However, suddenly, he felt a faint touch on his right shoulder, which startled him. He instinctively tried to turn and see clearly, but found himself completely unable to move, as if bound by some invisible force. His eyes couldn't move, only staring blankly ahead.
At that moment, a soft and harmonious female voice suddenly sounded in his ear, like a heavenly voice echoing in the darkness. "Now you are a prophet," the words seemed to come from the void, causing Wu Cheng to gradually calm down, feeling a sense of relief.
The woman's voice continued to linger in the darkness, as if murmuring from the void. "Wu Cheng... The truth is right in front of you, do not be afraid..." As these words echoed, Wu Cheng felt a sudden intense pain in the palm of his hand, as if a sharp blade had pierced his skin, and flames were scorching his flesh.
At that moment, to his astonishment, he discovered that a wide-eyed pupil had been engraved on the palm of his right hand. This eye emitted a faint light, like a sealed star, exuding mysterious symbols.
The female voice continued, "The mark of prophecy... the birth of the truth-seer, my avenger..." Wu Cheng gradually understood that this mark was not just a symbol, but a symbol of a mission. Numerous fragments of memories surged in his mind, scenes he had seen, experiences he had gone through, and everything began to connect, forming a complete context.
Wu Cheng suddenly understood everything. The girl at the ceremony, the phantom of Shunzi, all the truths, were like a complex puzzle that he had finally pieced together. His eyes burst with light, and the eyes on his hands also emitted a strong mysterious glow, as if all the mysteries were being unraveled at that moment.
"I understand."
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