Taking the opportunity of traveling through books

The power of the spirit pearl is coming, and the hardship is coming.

In the chaos, I felt like a fallen leaf, caught in an endless vortex. My body felt like it was filled with lead, too heavy to move. All around me was a vast expanse of white, and I couldn't see anything. Only Hao Yang's intermittent calls echoed in my ears, as if coming from far away, as ethereal as an illusion.

"Hao Yang..." I tried to open my mouth, but no sound came out, only a dry, hoarse sound rubbing against my throat. I wanted to reach out and grab him, but I found I didn't even have the strength to lift my hands. This feeling of powerlessness made me panic, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, only to watch it drift away.

"Wei Yao, how are you?" Hao Yang's voice came closer, a tremor in it. I felt something cold touch my hand. It was his. I tried my best to hold it tight, but it was a futile effort.

"I... can't move..." I finally squeezed out a few words, my voice so weak that I could hardly hear it myself.

In the vast white space, I vaguely saw Hao Yang's figure. He seemed to be struggling, flailing his limbs in vain like a fly trapped in a spider web. It was as if there was a thick barrier between us, visible but untouchable.

"Ling'er! Ling'er!" Hao Yang shouted into the void, his voice filled with despair, "Can you feel us? Help us!"

There was no response. Ling'er's voice vanished, as if she, like us, were trapped in this strange space.

I tried to mobilize the system's power, but found it unresponsive, like a cold stone, stagnant in the depths of my consciousness. The power of the spirit pearl was so strong that it suppressed the system! This realization filled me with even greater despair.

Hao Yang continued to struggle, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. "Damn it!" he growled, and punched the air fiercely, but it felt like hitting cotton, with no effect at all.

"Don't waste your energy..." I said weakly, "This power... is too strong..."

Suddenly, a series of images flashed through my mind, swift and chaotic: a towering palace, a woman in white, a shimmering orb… These images flashed by like a broken mirror, reflecting scattered light but unable to make out the full picture.

"Hao Yang..." I grabbed his hand, my fingertips trembling slightly, "I...saw something..."

"What is it?" Hao Yang's voice was also filled with a hint of doubt.

My head began to ache violently, and those shattered images kept bombarding my consciousness, making it almost impossible for me to think. I saw the woman in white reach out and touch the glowing sphere, and then...

"Ah!" I couldn't help but scream in pain and closed my eyes tightly.

"Wei Yao!" Hao Yang's voice was filled with worry. "What's wrong with you? What did you see?"

I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy as lead. I saw... I saw the sphere... shattered...

"Hao Yang... I..." I wanted to tell him everything I saw, but I found myself speechless. A powerful force was invading my consciousness, tearing at my soul... I...

"Wei Yao!" Hao Yang's voice grew increasingly distant, and my consciousness gradually blurred... I saw... a sea of ​​blood...

Beyond the blood-red, there was endless darkness. I felt like I was sinking into the deep sea, the suffocating pressure choking me. Hao Yang's voice, Ling'er's presence, vanished without a trace, leaving only endless loneliness and fear.

Then, those fragmented images reappeared, spinning through my mind like a revolving lantern. This time, I could see more clearly. The palace was magnificent, its carved beams and painted buildings imposing and majestic. A woman in white stood in the center, holding a softly glowing bead—a spiritual bead. Her expression was solemn, and she muttered something, as if performing some ritual.

The scene shifted to reveal a crumbling palace, raging flames. A woman in white collapsed amidst the ruins, clutching the shattered spirit pearl tightly in her hand, her eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

"No..." I moaned weakly. These images pricked my nerves like needles, giving me a splitting headache. Where's Hao Yang? Where is he? Is he okay?

I tried to concentrate, to feel Hao Yang's presence, but I found myself becoming increasingly fuzzy, as if the darkness would swallow me at any moment. The power of the spirit pearl was constantly eroding my body and soul, and I felt my vitality slipping away bit by bit.

No, I can't give up! I still have a lot of things to do, I still have to go back, I still have to...

I gritted my teeth, struggling to resist the power of the spirit pearl. I called out to the system over and over again, hoping it would respond, but nothing happened. The system had been completely overwhelmed by the power of the spirit pearl, and I could only rely on myself.

Suddenly, I sensed that the power of the Spirit Pearl wasn't static, but rather fluctuated regularly, alternating between strong and weak, like breathing. This discovery sparked a glimmer of hope within me. If I could grasp this pattern, perhaps I could find a way to counter the Spirit Pearl's power!

I tried to concentrate, trying to feel the frequency and rhythm of the fluctuations in the power of the spirit pearl. Gradually, I discovered that these fluctuations seemed to coincide with some ancient rhythm, like a kind of... heartbeat?

"Hao Yang..." I whispered his name, using my last bit of strength. I felt his hand beside me, cold and weak. I grasped it tightly, my fingertips trembling, wanting to tell him what I had discovered.

"Hao Yang... can you feel it... the power of the spirit pearl... it's... fluctuating..." My voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, but I believed he could definitely feel my thoughts.

I felt Hao Yang's fingers move slightly, as if responding to my call. I used up my last bit of strength to transmit the law of the spiritual pearl's power fluctuations to him, and then...

"Get ready... together..."