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Hibiscus groaned as the sinking quicksand pressed against his internal organs. At that moment, the scene before him was at the bottom of the river, where the Fish swam right in front of him. He could clearly see them darting up to the surface to blow bubbles, while his body could only sink deeper into the sand and gravel. Was he really going to step into the eternal darkness?
Hibiscus gritted his teeth and stretched out his arms to feel around. Sure enough, he managed to grab onto a solid piece of land. Now he was at the center of the quicksand vortex, where the surrounding quicksand continuously pressed against his body, while an irresistible pull came from below. Hibiscus focused his mind and activated his protective energy, raising his true qi to resist that powerful suction. This meant he could only rely on his own strength to move his trapped body slowly toward that solid patch of ground.
The bright moon hung in the sky, casting dancing shadows from the trees, while the wind blew joyfully, yet the moon remained solitary and melancholic.
Having escaped the center of the vortex, although the suction had weakened somewhat, it still existed. More dangerously, the mud and sand here were swirling around, constantly colliding with Hibiscus's protective qi. In contrast, the center was relatively safe aside from resisting the suction; it posed no significant threat. Although the surface of the outer quicksand appeared calm, underneath it was rapidly rotating. If one wasn't careful, they would be crushed beneath this seemingly tranquil quicksand. The wind stirred up layers of fine sand that got into his eyes, and his hands, clinging to the ground, were already bloodied and bruised, leaving shallow red trails on the sand.
Once again caught in the vortex's center, Hibiscus's body plummeted rapidly, and in an instant, everything below his chest was buried in quicksand.
Hibiscus's protective qi grew thinner and thinner until finally there was a crackling sound as a fissure appeared. The skin around the crack quickly became lacerated by the rapidly swirling quicksand, blood staining the sand and filling the air with a metallic scent reminiscent of iron rust.
Hibiscus dug his fingers into the ground; his knuckles cracked loudly as his bloodied hands strained against their limits. The veins on his hands seemed ready to burst through his skin; where his fingertips dug in, the gravel turned to powder and emitted hissing smoke.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as the impact of the quicksand severely injured his internal organs. In a desert, those who fall into quicksand often die without a sound. But when you confront this seemingly calm quicksand, you realize how powerful nature truly is.
As the quicksand continued to swirl around him, Hibiscus felt as if he had lost sensation below his waist, as if he had been cut in half; it felt like he only had this upper half left. Yet that numb lower half was a heavy burden dragging him into eternal darkness.
If only a hand could reach out to him now; with just a bit of strength, he could rise again. Hibiscus coughed up blood and once more struggled to move toward the edge of the vortex with great difficulty. He relied solely on his hands for support—those long and perfect hands that played melodies in Ordinary Days—now not only covered in blood but even showing hints of bone at his fingertips. To muster any strength, he pressed his face against that blood-stained ground, trying hard to inch closer and closer.
Suddenly, it felt like he touched something solid beneath him. In that instant came a sense of grounding; Hibiscus gritted his teeth and summoned all his strength until finally half of his body collapsed onto that firm ground.
He was so close to escaping this damned sand pit, but now he felt like a dead fish, unable to muster any strength. As soon as the whirlpool stirred, he would be pulled back into its center, and this time he had no energy left to resist. Hibiscus felt his head growing heavy, and a sharp pain coursed through his insides. This pain was enough to keep him from staying conscious. When he desperately lunged toward the ground, it felt as if his ribs had shattered, piercing through his chest.
The Western Abyss was indeed a dangerous place, but he did not regret coming for her.
Hibiscus gripped the rib that had pierced through his chest, letting out a muffled groan as he forcibly pulled it out. Blood gushed forth, staining the sand red. In that instant, the intense pain jolted Hibiscus awake, and he let out a beast-like growl. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with crimson veins, and he nearly bit through his teeth. Using the rib to support his broken body, Hibiscus sat up and slowly pulled his legs out of the pit.
As long as no beasts appeared tonight to swallow him whole, he still had a chance to survive. Hibiscus thought this while circulating the remaining energy in his body to protect his heart. Even if a beast did show up, he was a tough nut to crack. A self-deprecating smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, but it only pulled at the raw flesh on his face, causing him to frown involuntarily. Even frowning aggravated his wounds; he couldn't help but feel helpless about what kind of state he was in.
"Yin Yin, I have a father and a grandfather." Seeing Fengyin wake up, Jinse held her hand and said sweetly. In truth, her father cared for her deeply and promised to rid her of this curse; she didn't mind at all because her father was truly wonderful.
"Congratulations, Jinse. I'm happy for you." Fengyin gently embraced Jinse, though she felt uneasy inside. For days now, her eyelids had been twitching incessantly; she always felt something bad was about to happen or was already happening or had already happened. This intense anxiety was something she had never experienced before. Holding Jinse close, she said, "I don't even know who my parents are."
"What?" Jinse's beautiful eyes widened as she patted Fengyin's back. It was the first time she learned about Fengyin's background. She only knew that Fengyin was an enviable woman in the martial world with an impressive master and an inventor grandfather. It turned out that Fengyin was just like her—both were children without fathers. But at least she had Song Yun; Fengyin didn't even know who her parents were. Jinse couldn't help but feel pity for her and cast aside yesterday's unpleasantness.
She was Fengyin—the one willing to wander the world with her as sisters; she didn't want to resent her.
"My father is going to the Western Abyss today. I heard it's very dangerous there; one careless move could cost him his life, right?" Jinse said worriedly. "If he dies, I won't have a father anymore."
"Jinse, you're being thoughtless."
"Oh. Thoughtless and thoughtless," Jinse said with her hands clasped together, murmuring softly. "I want to go to the Western Abyss too."
"What do you want to do in the Western Abyss?" Fengyin smiled gently. A man like Ying Wuxie should not be easily trapped by any danger; it was Seven Nights who truly worried her. To her eyes, Seven Nights still seemed like the porcupine she had once pinned down on the bed years ago, unable to move at all.
"I heard there is a Monastery in the west. I want to become a monk."
"But the Monastery does not accept women." Fengyin secretly glanced at Jinse's belly. Hmm, is she planning to become a monk while carrying a child? Are we sure she isn't getting married?
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