Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Lin Gui was indeed drawing a map for the Silent Rift.

To be precise, it is drawing a three-dimensional map.

The silent fissure was far more terrifying than I had imagined.

That kind of terror is not the despair one feels when facing a powerful enemy.

It is a deeper, more fundamental fear.

The terror of witnessing oneself gradually lose oneself and gradually lose one's sense of existence.

The five senses are being gradually stripped away.

First, there's the tactile sensation.

He didn't feel like he was sitting on the staff.

I couldn't feel the coolness emanating from the staff.

I can't feel my hand holding the staff.

That hand felt as if it no longer belonged to me.

Then comes hearing.

The auditory hallucinations are long gone.

But real hearing is also disappearing.

He could not hear his own chanting.

I can't hear a heartbeat.

I can't hear any sound.

The whole world fell into a deathly silence.

Then comes the sense of smell.

It has no odor.

It lacked the musty smell that should have been present in the gray fog.

There was nothing there.

Visual.

Only that faint light from the Demon Eye remained.

It illuminated a distance of less than two meters ahead.

But this light is gradually dimming.

It seemed as if it might go out at any moment.

The most terrifying thing is.

Disorientation.

According to human inertia, after losing one's way, one will subconsciously have a sense of direction.

Although there may be deviations from the correct direction, it will not be wrong in the general direction.

For example, if you keep walking north, you might suddenly lose all your senses.

Sight, hearing, touch—there is no reference point.

They could also subconsciously rely on inertia to continue walking north.

Instead of suddenly turning south.

But in the silent crack...

Lin Gui personally experienced that absurdity.

He tried to walk along the path of inertia without thinking.

However, in the spatial field of vision, it appeared that I was drifting in the opposite direction.

His sense of direction was completely lost.

"Up" is no longer "up".

"Down" is no longer "down".

Front, back, left, right.

Everything has lost its meaning.

The spatial markers that had been placed along the way began to rotate as he ventured deeper.

Those markings that should have been behind us.

It appears on the left.

It appears on the right.

It even appears below.

It appeared in the place it was originally meant to go.

Lin Gui lost all reference points.

Apart from those spatial coordinates.

To prevent himself from getting disoriented and crashing into the cliff face, he began to try to use spatial coordinates to depict the approximate shape of the silent fissure in reality.

If the spatial coordinates coincide, then it's highly likely that he bumped into a wall.

However, in his mind, he was always moving forward.

If there is no spatial coordinate prompt.

He was consciously moving forward, but in reality, he was continuously crashing into the cliff face and might just die from the impact.

So he began to draw.

In that void of spatial vision, a passageway composed of many spatial coordinates began to gradually take shape.

Each coordinate represents a point.

Each point marks a location he had reached.

Those points connect to form lines, lines connect to form surfaces, and surfaces connect to form…

A downward-extending, curved, and constantly rotating three-dimensional tunnel.

Some coordinates are very close to each other.

That's where he crashed into the cliff face.

Some distances are very far.

That was the area he passed through successfully.

He continued drawing and creating in this way, delving deeper into the subject.

As you draw, you delve deeper into the subject.

To his surprise...

Because of his own advancement as a messenger, the messenger Luo Tu was able to depict the abyss he himself had traversed in the Silent Rift.

The outline of the passage was roughly sketched on that picture.

Every fork in the road is identifiable.

He could see from the map that the red dot representing him was constantly moving downwards.

However, Lin Gui did not abandon the drawing of spatial coordinates because of this discovery.

Because the messenger Roth was too widespread.

It can only tell him that there are forks in the road here and bends there.

But it couldn't truly guide him to the right path.

Especially when one has completely lost their sense of direction.

He still needs those precise spatial coordinates.

They still need to be used constantly to draw the shape of the passageway.

Towards the spatial marker indicated by Eve.

That location, twelve kilometers deep.

Progress slowly.

At Lin Gui's normal speed, the 12-kilometer distance wouldn't take long to reach.

If it were a flying boat, at full speed, it wouldn't even take a few minutes.

But here, he could only proceed slowly.

Lin Gui spent over an hour trying to advance, but hadn't made a single kilometer.

He originally thought that he would continue like this, in a long and desperate manner, until he reached the location of the Demon King as determined by the divination.

He didn't expect that.

When he advanced to within about five kilometers of the target.

Change has begun.

His senses are returning.

First comes the sense of touch.

He felt the heat.

The heat that seeps from deep within the skin feels like being on a summer afternoon.

Then came a gentle breeze.

A gentle breeze, carrying a familiar temperature, brushed against his cheek.

Then, he felt his shoulder being patted.

One hand.

Warm, slightly sweaty hands.

Lin Gui was stunned.

Taste follows closely behind.

He could smell the inferior ale.

Bitter, bland, with an over-fermented sour taste.

It seemed as if I had just taken a sip; the taste was still lingering on my tongue.

Then comes the sense of smell.

The fragrance of flowers.

The pungent smell of coal.

Sweat smells.

And... mixed in with all of this, was the delicate fragrance of a young girl.

It's very faint, yet so clear that it's impossible to ignore.

Finally, there is hearing.

Cheers erupted.

A wave of cheers surged forth.

A gruff male voice, amplified by magic, shouted excitedly:

"The Alliance Council has recognized the existence of Starfire! It has acknowledged the existence of Starfire City and its republican system! And it is willing to allow Starfire City to join the City-State Alliance!"

"The revolution has succeeded!"

The words fell.

Cheers erupted like a tidal wave.

People celebrated the success of the revolution.

They celebrated the arrival of freedom.

Those voices that had been suppressed for too long were all released at this moment.

There was a satisfying roar.

There are tears of joy after hardship.

There were heart-wrenching cheers.

All the sounds blended together, creating a deafening roar.

It was an auditory hallucination, yet it felt so real.

This content made Lin Gui's heart sink instantly.

That was that day.

The day the Spark Revolution declared victory.

A nightmare I can't forget.

Suddenly, a voice reached Lin Gui's ears.

Very close.

So close it felt like he was right beside him.

"Little rascal, we did it!"

The voice carried laughter and a sense of relief.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Lin Gui froze instantly.

Then, his fist slowly clenched.

The knuckles are turning white.

The fingernail dug into the palm.

fear.

anger.

There was also something he thought had long been buried.

They all surged up.

Finally, he sighed and released his fist.

Then he slowly opened his eyes.

My vision gradually cleared.

He saw it.

Countless people.

Those hardworking workers still had calluses and scars on their hands from their work.

The farmers had dark skin and wore coarse cloth clothes that had been washed until they were faded.

Those adventurers at the bottom of society were still wearing tattered leather armor.

They cheered and crowded around the wooden platform in the center.

On the platform stood a middle-aged man with his shirt off.

He laughed loudly, raised his arms, and waved to the crowd.

His face was covered in sweat, but also full of smiles.

This familiar scene made Lin Gui feel as if he had returned to that day.

A girl's cheerful voice reached my ears.

"Hey kid, today is such a day to celebrate, a day to empty your wallet and splurge, but why do you seem so unhappy?"

Lin Gui turned his head to the side.

He saw a girl standing on the bench next to him.

And her right hand was hooked around his shoulder.

That's one.

An extremely beautiful fox spirit.

Its fluffy ears stood upright on its head, and its pale blue fur shimmered softly in the sunlight.

Behind it, a fluffy tail swayed gently.

She was wearing a faded shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing her slender forearms.

She wore shorts, revealing a pair of long, straight legs.

He was wearing a pair of worn-out boots, with signs of wear on the toes.

Her eyes were large, a clear blue.

At that moment, those eyes were looking at him with a smile.

A slight upturn at the corner of his mouth revealed a hint of his sharp canine teeth.

"What's wrong?"

She tilted her head.

"Are you so happy you're going crazy?"