Spirit Key Breaks the Darkness

The thick, ink-like darkness is like the chaotic undivided primitive material when the Hongmeng first opened, surging wantonly in the boundless void, exuding a frightening aura. It carries a chaotic and obscure flow of information, which is like broken whispers and chaotic images, intertwined without logic. They entwine and tangle with each other in an airtight manner, like countless invisible tentacles, eventually weaving into an invisible but indestructible network. This big net exuded a cold aura, ruthlessly trapping Luo Li's consciousness in the core. Every thought of struggling and escaping was like hitting a hard steel barrier, ruthlessly bounced back the moment it touched the net wall, leaving not even a single gap for escape. Her thoughts were like a kite that had its string broken and was tossed around by the strong wind, spinning and drifting around without any rules or directions in this boundless and seemingly endless chaotic void. The boundary between reality and illusion seems to have been rubbed wantonly by a pair of invisible hands full of malice, making it blurred and difficult to identify. All the cognitions and keen perceptions she was once familiar with were now like distorted mirror images. The originally clear outlines became weird and distorted, and familiar things became strange and absurd. She seemed to have fallen into an alien space shrouded by an ancient curse, where strange illusions were everywhere. Light and shadow intertwined in the darkness, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and reality. She was like a lone bird lost in the thick fog. No matter how hard she flapped her wings, she could not break through the thick fog. She could not find the direction of the southeast, northwest, and could not use her reason and experience to distinguish whether what she saw in front of her was really happening or whether it was just an absurd and terrifying dream. Just when Luo Li's consciousness was like a candle that was about to burn out the last drop of lamp oil, gradually dimming, being swallowed up bit by bit by darkness, and about to be completely extinguished and losing herself, a cold, mechanical, but inexplicably majestic voice exploded in her mind without warning: "Ding! The strongest magic growth system is being bound... The binding is successful! Host Luo Li , welcome to the world of Aurelia. The novice gift package has been distributed, please check it in time." This voice seemed to be wrapped in the most primitive and mysterious endless power from the depths of the universe. It was like a lightning that was so sharp that it could split the world. In an instant, it tore a dazzling and eye-catching hole into the thick and indestructible darkness in the depths of her consciousness. The mind that was originally muddled and stuck in the quagmire of thinking, unable to extricate itself no matter how hard it struggled, was suddenly pulled back to the real world by this sudden and powerful impact, just like a drowning person being pulled out of the cold water by a strong force and regained a new life. Luo Li's eyelids trembled slightly as if they were gently moved by an invisible force. Her long and thick eyelashes were like a group of extremely frightened and disoriented butterflies, fluttering, trembling, and fluttering slightly in panic, trying to find a sense of security in this strange and unknown world. Her eyes slowly opened a thin gap, and the confusion and fear revealed in the gap were as clear as a mark engraved deep in her soul. This confusion and fear are like undercurrents surging deep in the cold pool. They appear calm on the surface, but are actually turbulent. With just one glance, one can truly feel the uneasiness that pervades her heart and almost drowns her. At this moment, she was like a person who had just woken up from a sleep that was so long that it spanned countless centuries and was so terrifying that it made one's soul tremble. She felt extremely strange and frightened by everything around her, from the strange and dilapidated environment in front of her, to the strange smell of decay and mystery in the air, to every tiny movement. Every movement of air was like an unknown danger lurking in the dark, quietly approaching her; every faint ray of light was like a strange gaze peering from the dark, with cold scrutiny and elusive malice. These subtle changes, like sharp needles, constantly stimulated her fragile and sensitive nerves that had not yet fully awakened from their slumber, leaving her trembling alone and helplessly in this new world, not knowing what was waiting for her in the future. Intention: wear books