Ebert was immersed in the sounds of nature, feeling the tranquility and peace from ancient times. He seemed to have become a tree, a blade of grass, a drop of water, and merged into this vast world.
He heard more sounds: the murmur of the stream, the buzzing of insects, the gentle sound of petals blooming, and even the faint sound of seeds breaking through the soil.
These sounds, so small, but so clear, they intertwined together to form a wonderful symphony of life, echoing, trembling, and washing his soul in Ebert's ears.
He has always been obsessed with the pursuit of powerful power, but he has overlooked that the most powerful power in the world does not come from magic, but from nature, from life itself.
"The language of nature" is not a power to control nature, but a kind of listening, a kind of understanding, and a wisdom of living in harmony with nature.
At this moment, Ebert finally understood the true meaning of "Nature's Language".
His heart was clear, and all the sadness, fear, and things that confused and puzzled him disappeared without a trace.
He saw that in the rolling clouds, there were countless tiny energy lines hidden. These lines, intertwined together, formed the framework of this illusion.
And he only needed to touch one of the lines lightly to break this illusion and return to reality.
He slowly stretched out his hand and touched one of the energy lines.
"Pop——"
A light sound, like a bubble bursting.
That energy line instantly collapsed, turned into starlight, and dissipated in the air.
Then, it was the second, the third...
When Ebert's fingertips touched the fourth and fifth energy lines, his heart was filled with incomparable calmness and solemnity. Every touch, every dissipation of the line, is accompanied by a deep release and awakening, as if telling him that the essence of life is not to stick to the metaphysical structure, but to constantly flow and transform.
As more energy lines are touched and untied, the frameworks that constitute the illusory illusion begin to shake and gradually become blurred. Ebert feels that his consciousness is integrated with the surrounding nature. The energy derived from the earth, water, and air begins to resonate with his soul, as if he has become a part of this world, or in other words, this world has become an extension of him.
The sun shines through the lush tree canopy and falls on Ebert's cheek in a mottled manner, with a warm and soft touch. He can feel that every ray of sunshine, every breeze, and even every grain of scattered pollen, carries the information of life and the language of nature.
The magical thing is that in this process, Ebert can also vaguely hear the breathing of the mountains and rivers and the gentle hum of the ocean, as if it is the heartbeat and breathing of all life in nature, converging into an invisible but powerful life force. It not only nourishes the earth, but also warms his heart.
Finally, when Ebert touched the last energy line, the illusion completely collapsed, turned into a light spot, and dissipated into the air. He opened his eyes and found that he was still standing in the familiar woodland, surrounded by those familiar scenery and the breath of life, but his heart had undergone a transformation.
The rolling clouds and mist also began to gradually dissipate, revealing the real scene behind.
It was a golden space, without up and down, left and right, without the concept of time and space, only a void, but it seemed to contain infinite possibilities.
And in the center of that golden space, there was a huge golden arch suspended, on which countless mysterious runes were carved, exuding an ancient and powerful breath.
"That is..." Ebert looked at the golden arch, and a familiar feeling surged in his heart.
He felt that he had seen this arch before, or rather, he had seen a similar scene in a dream, in the depths of some distant memory.
"Child, congratulations, you have passed the test."
The ethereal and distant voice sounded in Ebert's ears again, "You have found the door to the truth."
"The real door?" Ebert looked at the golden arch, his heart full of doubts, "What is behind that door?"
"Behind that door is your destiny." The voice, with a hint of smile, "Child, bravely pursue your destiny, I believe, you will create your own legend."
After the voice fell, the voice disappeared completely.
Ebert stood there, silent for a moment, then he took a deep breath, stepped towards the golden arch, and walked towards it.