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In reality, it was just as described. The massive Bronze Walls gradually became suspended as they moved backward, and a sudden gust of cold wind blew through the gaps. Yet, instead of feeling cold, it invigorated everyone, sending a shiver down their spines.
Though no one spoke, there was an unspoken understanding among them about what was about to happen. They silently awaited that moment.
Time slipped away like sand through fingers. Soon, the Bronze Walls halted their movement, revealing a two-meter-wide opening that loomed before everyone. The emptiness emanated a sense of ancient sorrow, as if a mystery hidden for millennia was about to be unveiled to the world.
Everyone wore expressions of surprise, but amidst their astonishment, there was also a hint of concealed thoughts.
"Take down that Bronze Fish!" someone exclaimed.
"Not yet," came the reply.
Finally, someone suggested moving forward. There were no objections; silence fell over the group as they tacitly accepted it. One person took the first step, and soon others followed suit.
The mysterious group that had appeared abruptly retreated inside, while those who had been blocked before now rushed in like fish out of water or wild horses breaking free from their reins. In an instant, the place erupted with noise once more.
I estimated that the number of people had reached around forty or fifty.
Seeing so many people arrive, Fat Ma felt displeased. Damn it, there were only so many treasures; every additional person meant less for him. He turned to the clay figure and said, "Get your people to move them out."
The clay figure remained silent, standing aside while the enigmatic group did not speak either. Each person held dark firearms, resembling the clay figure's guard.
Fat Ma cursed under his breath when he saw the clay figure's lack of response. As more and more people entered, he realized he couldn't stop the tide and hurriedly followed after them with his feet dragging. I trailed behind him along with Zhang Tong, followed closely by Old Ghost.
Lastly came the clay figure and that group of mysterious individuals.
The mysterious ones were almost bringing up the rear.
The descent was nearly vertical but had steps leading down. As I counted each step in my mind while descending, I realized there were thirty-three steps in total. Each step was about fifty-five centimeters wide and could stretch ten meters or even longer. I had occasionally read Buddhist texts and understood that the number thirty-three held special significance in Buddhism, but I couldn't recall the specifics at that moment.
After descending these thirty-three steps, we arrived at a relatively flat buffer zone. However, unexpectedly, beyond this buffer zone lay another set of steps—this time leading upward.
The area was brightly illuminated by several lamp posts, causing the darkness to retreat in an instant.
The slightly spacious corridor echoed with the voices of the living, a situation that no one could have anticipated.
Fish Head Elder and Old Wang were somewhat agitated. After so many years of searching for this place and paying such a high price, they finally saw a glimmer of hope, or perhaps it was the promise of a harvest. How could they not be excited?
They couldn't remember how many colleagues and friends had pursued the path to the Ghostly Heavenly Palace, falling one after another, and they had no idea how many had perished. Now, it was finally about to open, and their hearts could hardly contain their excitement.
The two staircases were almost opposite each other, nearly forming a ninety-degree angle. Although the space was relatively large, it was completely empty, filled only with steps.
This inevitably disappointed many; it felt like opening a door only to find nothing of value inside. Surely, there would be no good fortune ahead!
Some complained a bit, but complaints aside, their feet seemed to have been greased as they hurried up the stairs. Fat Ma had long since disappeared into the crowd.
All that could be heard was: "Hey there, big brother, please make way! And you, big sister, please step aside! Oh right, and you skinny guy—I'm talking about you—move aside!" Fat Ma fought his way through the crowd and finally squeezed to the front of the line.
Suddenly, the first person to reach the top let out a scream that sounded like a monkey in heat.
Everyone thought something had gone wrong. Fat Ma shook his legs and rushed up, shouting as he arrived: "Damn it! What the hell!"
As others followed him up, they expressed their excitement. When it was my turn along with Zhang Tong and Old Ghost, I was stunned for a second, feeling a strange sensation rise within me that was different from theirs.
On the contrary, it felt familiar; I felt as if I had fallen into a scene from a classic tale, as if I had plunged into a painting—everything seemed so unreal!
At this moment, we faced a scene:
A chasm split beneath our feet, at least one hundred meters wide. Below was a swirling mist that occasionally brought a chill with the wind. The height was impossible to gauge, and on the other side of the chasm lay an expanse of darkness where no end could be seen.
Looking up along the cliffside revealed a Floating Bridge suspended in mid-air like a Single Plank Bridge hanging in the sky. In the howling wind, it appeared exceptionally desolate and forlorn.
Everyone's excitement was difficult to contain at that moment.
After stepping off the stairs, the path leading to the Long Bridge was as narrow as the steps themselves. If one wanted to cross, they had to tread carefully.
At that moment, fear of heights was at its peak. In this regard, both Fatty Ma and I shared a bit of a phobia.
However, we were taught that when faced with difficulties, we must overcome them. If conditions are lacking, we must create our own. Upholding this great philosophy, Fatty Ma embarked on a path of practice, leaving behind a solitary figure. As Mr. Lu Xun wrote, there must always be someone willing to take the lead so that others may follow.
Indeed, with Fatty Ma as the leader, it wasn’t long before others joined in.
The line of people stretched out like a long dragon. The chill rising from the cliff below, combined with the environmental factors at play, made our legs tremble uncontrollably. One misstep could lead to disaster.
Moreover, the construction here was truly breathtaking.
Who would have thought that beneath the ground lay a cliff hiding such a scene? All of this left one in awe and wonder.
I stood still for a moment, absorbing the scenery around me. Suddenly, a dream flashed through my mind. I tried to compare it piece by piece; it was startling how similar they were. Was I still dreaming?
I pinched myself and felt pain, yet I still couldn’t believe it. So I asked Zhang Tong to pinch me as well. Though puzzled, Zhang Tong complied. Soon after, an overwhelming sense of reality rushed over me.
In an instant, it felt as if I had fallen into a hot furnace but was drenched in cold sweat. This indescribable sensation made me realize I had stepped into my own dream—or perhaps my dream had become reality.
In that moment, I suddenly thought of the Hills...
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