"No, I won't give up!" Ebert held Saraswati's hand tightly, even though her hand had become as cold as ice, and it was a little illusory, as if it would disappear from his hand at any time.
"Sarasswati, look at me, look at me!" Ebert's voice echoed in Saraswati's ears, "You will be fine, I won't let you be in trouble!"
He injected his mental power into Saraswati's body without reservation, wanting to use his power to maintain her life.
However, everything was in vain.
Saraswati's life breath was still flowing away, and her body became more and more transparent and illusory.
"It's useless, Ebot..." Saraswati's voice was as weak as a mosquito, "This is... This is the rule of the 'ladder to heaven'... Once you are judged as a failure... you can never go back..."
"Rules? What rules?" Ebot's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, making him breathless.
"This 'ladder to heaven'... does not really exist..." Saraswati said intermittently, "It... It is an illusion... A test... We... Everything we have experienced... is... All illusions..."
"Illusion?" Ebot was stunned. He looked at the rolling clouds around him, the bottomless abyss, and Saraswati's gradually disappearing figure. For a moment, it was a little hard to accept.
All this, is fake?
"But...but, this feeling is too real..." Ebert murmured to himself. He could feel Saraswati's life slipping away from his fingertips. This feeling was so real and unforgettable. How could it be fake?
"This 'ladder to heaven'...takes advantage of the most...most fearful thing deep in our hearts..." Saraswati's voice became weaker and weaker. "I...what I fear most is...losing my freedom..."
"And you...what you fear most is...losing..."
Her voice stopped abruptly, and her body turned into starlight and dissipated in the air.
"Sarasswati!" Ebert shouted heartbreakingly, but all he got in response was the empty clouds and the unspeakable sadness and fear deep in his heart.
Saraswati's figure completely disappeared from Ebert's eyes, as if she had never appeared.
"Saraswati..." Ebert stretched out his hand, trying to grab something, but his hand could only grab nothingness.
"Is all this fake?" He murmured to himself, his voice full of confusion and pain.
Saraswati's words echoed in his ears: "This 'ladder to heaven'... does not really exist... it... it is an illusion... a test..."
Could it be that all this is really just an illusion?
But this feeling is too real.
He could feel Saraswati's life passing through his fingertips, he could feel the heart-wrenching pain, this feeling was so real, so unforgettable, how could it be fake?
"No, this is not true, this is not true..." Ebert shook his head desperately, he didn't want to believe, nor did he want to accept that Saraswati disappeared just like that.
He closed his eyes and released his mental power completely, sensing everything around him and searching for Saraswati's breath.
However, what responded to him was only the empty clouds and the unspeakable sadness and fear deep in his heart.
"What I fear most is... losing..." Saraswati's dying words rang in his ears again.
Lose?
Lose what?
Ebert's heart trembled suddenly.
He suddenly realized that what he feared most was not power or freedom, but...
Saraswati's smile, that warm and beautiful feeling.
Although they had not known each other for a long time, Saraswati's appearance was like a ray of sunshine, illuminating his originally dark world.
He liked the feeling of being with her, relaxed, happy, without pressure or burden.
He likes to see her smile, which is a smile from the heart, pure and beautiful.
He...
No, I can't just give up like this! "Ebert suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a determined light.
Perhaps, he was really moved by Saraswati, or perhaps, he just didn't want to see a living life disappear in front of his eyes.
No matter which one it was, he would not allow himself to sink into this illusory sadness.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Saraswati said that this "ladder to heaven" was an illusion and a test.
Since it is an illusion, there must be a way to crack it!
He closed his eyes and began to recall how he entered this illusion and what unreasonable things were in this illusion.
He remembered that he and Saraswati stepped on a light blue staircase, and then the staircase suddenly changed, and Saraswati was shot down.
And he fell into this misty abyss while trying to save Saraswati.
"Mist, abyss..." Ebert murmured to himself, "This illusion seems to be hinting at something..."
He tried hard to catch that ray of inspiration, but his thoughts seemed to be disturbed by something, and he couldn't figure it out.
"Calm down, calm down..." Ebert kept reminding himself, "The more times like this, the more you need to be calm..."
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again. This time, he no longer thought or analyzed, but completely emptied his mind and let his consciousness enter a completely relaxed state.
"Child, are you lost?" The voice sounded again, with a sigh, "You are confused by the illusion in front of you and forget to listen to the voice in your heart. "
Ebert's heart trembled suddenly.
Listen to the voice in his heart?
He tried hard to feel, but his heart was shrouded in a layer of fog, a chaos, and he couldn't find the direction.
"Calm down, child." The voice seemed to come from the distant sky, and it seemed to be right next to his ears, "Feel with your heart, feel the breath of all things between heaven and earth. "
Ebert closed his eyes as he was told, trying to empty his mind, not thinking about the sadness, the fear, the things that made him confused and puzzled.
He began to feel everything around him.
He felt a breeze blowing across his cheek, with a hint of coolness and moisture.
He smelled a hint of flower fragrance, light, sweet, and refreshing.
He heard a bird singing, crisp and pleasant, as if singing the beauty of life happily.
Gradually, he felt that his heart began to calm down.
The fog that shrouded his heart also began to slowly dissipate.
He saw a towering tree standing in front of him, its branches and leaves seemed to touch the sky, its roots were deeply rooted in the earth, it was so powerful and so vibrant.
He heard the rustling of leaves, It was the wind whispering to it; he heard the sound of sap flowing in the trunk, which was life rushing; he even heard the subtle sound of the tree roots deeply rooted in the earth, which was it absorbing the power of the earth.