Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Yellow sand filled the sky, the wind was as sharp as a knife, and the world seemed to have only one color left - earthy yellow. At this time, Zhuo?畻 was walking alone in this vast desert. His figure cast a slender shadow under the scorching sun, and his steps were heavy but firm, as if he had an unquestionable destination. This desert, called "Nightfall Ruins", is said to be a dead place forgotten by time, and even the stars in the sky are unwilling to stay here for a moment.

The reason why Zhuo came here was because of a letter from his late father. The envelope was yellowed, but the handwriting was still as clear as yesterday: "If you want to know your true identity, go to the Ruins of Nightfall, and the Eye of Sand Heart will reveal the truth to you." It took him three years to piece together this route, and six months to prepare the necessary water, dry food and tools. Now, on the fifth day, his water bottle is empty, his lips are chapped, and his throat hurts as if it was licked by fire.

"Ha... it's fucking hot." He grinned and muttered to himself.

A gust of wind blew up dust and sand, making it impossible for him to open his eyes. Just as he was about to raise his hand to block it, his feet went weak and he stepped into empty space!

"Fuck!"

He fell forward and fell into a sand pit covered by wind and sand. The pit was not deep, but it stretched downward like a throat leading to the center of the earth. He instinctively reached out to grab a dead tree by the pit, but he didn't expect the dead tree to break at the touch. He rolled and fell into the dark passage, surrounded by the sound of sand rubbing against each other and his own frightened heartbeat, mixed into a symphony of loss of control.

After sliding for an unknown amount of time, he finally fell heavily onto something soft - not sand, but a thick layer of moss and vines.

"Where...is this?"

He propped himself up and sat up. The light in front of him gradually became brighter. It turned out to be a huge underground cave. Stalactites hung from the dome like upside-down sharp blades, and the surrounding walls were covered with strange blue moss, emitting a faint fluorescence, like a dream.

"How is it possible that there is such a place under the desert..."

His voice echoed in the empty space. At this moment, a subtle sound of water was heard.

He tiptoed towards the source of the sound, and saw a stream in front of him, trickling down from the cracks in the stalactites and merging into a pool of clear water. The water was clear and transparent, and ripples reflecting the blue light danced on the top of the cave. Zhuo?畻 could not help but rush over, scoop up a handful and pour it into his mouth.

Sweet and cool, as if even the soul has been cleansed.

"This is a fucking paradise in the desert," he muttered.

Just as he was about to take a second sip of water, the water surface suddenly began to ripple, and a voice whispered in his ear:

"He who drinks must pay..."

Zhuo was startled and turned around suddenly. There was no one around. He held his breath, and the only sound in his ears was the sound of his heartbeat and water. He slowly took two steps back, but accidentally stepped on something. He looked down and saw a small bronze bell.

The bell was rusty, but still emitted a faint golden glow. The mouth of the bell was engraved with complex runes, and in the middle was a pattern of an eye.

"Eye of the Sand Heart..." He muttered to himself, his heart moving.

Just as he reached out to pick up the bell, the surroundings suddenly changed. White mist appeared in the pool, stalactites were shining, and blue moss was wriggling like a living thing. The cave began to tremble, and a bottomless crack tore open in the center of the pool!

"盩——?——畻——"

The voice rang out again, clearer and deeper than before, carrying an oppression that struck the soul directly.

Zhuo took two steps back, only to find that his feet had been entangled by vines. He struggled in fear, but the vines became tighter and tighter. A black figure slowly rose from the crack, wrapped in a robe, revealing only a face as pale as paper. He had no eyes, his eye sockets were empty and dark, and the corners of his mouth were deeply cracked, like a torn cloth bag.

"You...what the hell are you?"

"I am the Eye Keeper... You have touched the Sand Heart Bell and have become one of the witnesses." The voice seemed to be whispered by countless souls, "You must embark on the road of trial to see the truth."

"I won't play any of your weird games!" Zhuo Yu roared, pulled out the hunting knife from his waist, and chopped hard at the vines that were wrapped around him.

Blood splattered, but he found that it was not vines, but slender fingers!

"Damn!" He took three steps back, his hair standing on end.

"Do you think the truth is within your reach?" The eyekeeper slowly raised his hand, and the pale palm gently clenched. Zhuo felt the world turn upside down, his feet sank, and the whole person fell into endless darkness again.

This time, he landed in a golden sand dune. Unlike the scorching desert just now, there was a chilly wind here, the sky was gray, and the sun seemed to be covered by a layer of smoke. He sat up and immediately found that he no longer had his backpack, water bottle, and even the bell.

"Where is this?"

In front of us, a huge stone gate stood alone in the middle of the desert, with three words written on it: Guixu Gate.

Zhuo?畻 gnashed his teeth and thought to himself: No risk, no gain. Dad, what kind of mystery did you leave for me?

He slowly approached the stone gate. Standing in front of the gate was a woman, dressed in red and with a stern face. She looked to be in her early twenties, but her eyes carried a sense of vicissitudes that did not belong to her age.

"You're finally here, Xiaoyao." Her voice was soft, but it reached my ears clearly.

"who are you?"

"I am the gatekeeper. The letter your father left behind is just the beginning. Your fate is far more complicated than you think."

"I don't believe in fate. I just know that I need to figure out who I am and who my father is!"

The woman smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the stone gate: "Then follow me. Every step from now on will make you hate being born."

Zhuo Yu did not hesitate and followed. Behind the stone door was a deep corridor with blue flames burning on the wall, lighting the way ahead. His heart sank quietly, as if he was entering a journey that was doomed to be irreversible. Behind him, dust rose up, swallowing up his footprints without a trace...

You said:

Continue; add appropriate dialogue content; add appropriate descriptions of the characters' psychological activities; do not repeat the previous text; no politics, no charity, no treasure hunting, no environmental protection, no guardians, no philosophy, no country names, no ending; maintain the continuity and originality of the story, make the story rich, substantial and specific, and keep the story moving forward.

Zhuo followed the woman in red through the stone door and entered a narrow stone corridor. The stone wall was engraved with ancient totems, which looked like humans but not humans, and animals but not animals. The lines were entangled like vines, almost jumping out of the wall.