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At the beginning of the Stairs, A Yan and Luo Shanhe noticed that the traps had been deactivated. They called out into the dark depths of the Stairs for Leng Fengyang, but there was no response, which made them anxious once again.
"Lao Luo, A-Feng, he wouldn't have gotten into trouble, would he?" A Yan's heart raced, and she desperately wanted to hear from Luo Shanhe whether Leng Fengyang was safe. However, Luo Shanhe felt uncertain as he hesitated to call out for Leng Fengyang a couple of times before saying, "It shouldn't be too serious. He is a cat after all; otherwise, he wouldn't have been chosen as a Grave Hunter."
Just as they were worrying about Leng Fengyang's safety, a faint light flickered in the darkness at the bottom of the Stairs. That must be a signal from Leng Fengyang.
Perhaps it was the long and winding Stairs, deep and labyrinthine, where every corner served as a natural barrier to sound, causing their voices to be muffled and unheard by each other.
It must be A-Feng. A Yan felt an indescribable joy surge within her. Eager to reunite with Leng Fengyang, she stepped forward lightly before Luo Shanhe could fully react.
However, a trap is still a trap. As she stepped onto the first step with high hopes, her footing suddenly gave way. She was pulled down by an invisible force and fell into a deep black hole, leaving only her startled cry echoing in the air before her figure vanished. This scene left Luo Shanhe stunned in shock.
"A Yan!" Luo Shanhe slapped his forehead, overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of urgency and guilt.
He realized that although he had successfully deactivated the flipping trap on the Stairs, he had overlooked deeper hidden mechanisms. What appeared to be solid steps were actually carefully arranged illusions designed to deceive careless individuals who followed behind.
Faced with the unstable Stairs beneath him and the closed-off chamber behind him, Luo Shanhe understood that there was no way forward or backward. Sitting idly by was not an option; despair was not what he desired. With unwavering determination to find A Yan and Leng Fengyang, he leaped directly into the dark abyss below.
Meanwhile, Leng Fengyang stood in a desolate desert, holding a rebar. The blazing sun scorched every inch of land but seemed unable to melt the tenacity reflected in his eyes. This Desert Mirage was not just a natural trial for him but also a test of his spirit.
Around him, phantom-like skulls occasionally leaped out from behind sand dunes, wielding rusty swords and launching fierce attacks against him. Yet Leng Fengyang moved with agility; the rebar in his hand seemed alive. Each swing cut through the air with a whoosh as he took down those illusory foes one by one.
On another front, A Yan found herself in a dark forest shrouded in thick mist, as if time itself had frozen around her.
In this forest, every corner hides unknown dangers. A Yan flicked her fingers, and the silver needles shot forth like the brightest stars in the night sky, accurately striking those who attempted to approach the Phantom Beasts. These strange creatures took on various forms, some resembling wolves, others tigers, and some were neither human nor beast. They howled, trying to instill fear and consume A Yan's will.
As for Luo Shanhe, the moment he jumped down, he was swept into a modern illusion—a city filled with towering skyscrapers and bustling traffic, yet everything was eerily silent, as if it were a Dead City. The streets were littered with Abandoned Vehicles and scattered firearms, and the air was thick with a sense of oppression and despair.
Holding a firearm, Luo Shanhe cautiously navigated through this empty city. He knew that every corner could conceal a deadly threat. Unlike Leng Fengyang and A Yan, Luo Shanhe faced not only illusions but also a profound questioning of humanity and morality. He encountered many seemingly real figures—former comrades or beloved family members—each recounting tales of apocalyptic suffering, attempting to mislead and sway his thoughts.
The three of them had each fallen into their own illusions; perhaps it was the first time since forming their trio that they needed to confront such sudden dangers alone—more accurately, it was a test of their ability to face crises independently.
Leng Fengyang found himself trapped in the vast Desert Sea, the scorching sun beating down on him as he gripped a hot Rebar. He closed his eyes and focused all his willpower into each breath, seeking a tranquil oasis for his spirit amidst the chaos. With each deep breath, the surrounding heat seemed to be slowly peeled away by an invisible hand, bringing a cooling sensation to his heart.
He envisioned an endless blue ocean before him, imagining himself joyfully swimming naked upon its surface. That sense of reality pierced through the mist of illusion like dawn's light, returning him to the real world. He silently recited: Illusions arise from the heart; they can be shattered by tranquility.
A Yan found herself in this forest filled with unknowns and dangers but fought to remain alert because she instinctively remembered she should be in the Underground City. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and resonated her spirit with the subtle rhythms of nature. Drawing upon her profound insights gained from studying medicine and her delicate perception of all things, she began to analyze every oddity in her surroundings.
The forest's illusions were like layers of fog trying to confuse and imprison her will, but she remained unmoved. After a difficult internal struggle, she broke through the forest's illusions and escaped.
Luo Shanhe held on desperately to prevent his last shred of consciousness from being consumed. He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath, channeling all his willpower to overcome his inner demons. He recalled meditation techniques learned during his training in the military, attempting to find his inner monologue amidst the chaotic illusions.
As his mind quieted, the surrounding illusions began to distort and fade until a blinding light of reality pierced through everything—this was the belief he held for his comrades. He suddenly opened his eyes; the illusion shattered at once, returning him to reality.
The three of them relied on themselves and struggled to escape the maze of illusions. However, before them lay an abyss of darkness; beneath their feet lay bones and skeletons that were suffocatingly difficult to accept. Yet in this darkness, searching for one another and believing that they were all still alive was enough confidence for their trio.
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