Fantasy Inside and Outside

Liang Pingchu walked on a seemingly endless road. There are scattered gravels on the rough cement road. Liang Pingchu stepped forward step by step with his cloth shoes, moving forward calmly and firmly. Following his straight gaze, the path stretched straight into the distance, turning into a tiny dot at the horizon where the sky and the earth meet. Both sides of the path are just vast loess, desolate and barren. Looking into the distant sky, all I can see is the gloomy, gray dark clouds billowing angrily. The rows of clouds began to boil, spiraling into the distance. Listening carefully, Liang Pingchu could vaguely hear the clouds roaring loudly, like thunder raging, like gods roaring. The celestial phenomena became more and more terrifying, and the pressure surged past like a roaring tide. In an instant, a streak of pure silvery white tore through the sky, and the long-simmering thunder and lightning pierced the majestic sky like a sword, urgently awaiting the release of the supreme sanctity. The shrill wind whistled past, blowing up Liang Pingchu's loose clothes. There is no wave in the gray pupils, as if he has seen all the prosperity and downfall, the rise and fall of dynasties. The wind is drumming, the clouds are surging, the thunder is overwhelming; the voice is hoarse, the strength is exhausted, and the head is bowed. Liang Pingchu looked at this huge final tragedy indifferently, with deep sadness accumulating in his eyes. Where does this endless road lead? Where is the end of everything? In the unreachable depths of the other shore, can you see the kind face that you miss day and night? The lonely figure walked, walked. In this time that is almost frozen and stagnant, no one knows where he will return...