flstandardbreds Chapter 114 Conjecture
Chapter 114 Conjecture
He stood up from his seat with great joy, as excited as a bird that had just escaped from a cage and couldn't wait to spread its wings and fly high.
His steps were as light as if he was walking on clouds, and he ran towards the door in a flutter.
At this moment, the joyful mood seemed to turn into a torrent, surging out from his chest.
This feeling of joy was so intense that his whole body radiated an indescribable brilliance, as dazzling as the brightest star in the night sky.
At that moment, a small, unintentional movement shattered this beautiful moment. He subconsciously extended his right hand, carefully reaching into his arms, his fingers tracing gently like a breeze brushing against a zither string. Before long, his fingertips touched the marrow crystal he had always cherished like a treasure.
This marrow crystal was more than just an ordinary stone to him. Ever since he had obtained it by chance, it had become one with him, a part of his life, never leaving his side for even a moment.
The reason for this was simply because it was so mesmerizingly beautiful. Its crystal-clear texture resembled the reflection of the first rays of morning sun on a dewdrop; every line was fluid and natural, as if meticulously sculpted by nature's great artist; and its ever-changing hues were as brilliant and dreamlike as a dream, sometimes a deep blue, sometimes a vibrant crimson, as if imbued with endless mysteries and boundless charm. These unique qualities made him unable to let go of this marrow crystal, wishing he could hold it in his palm at all times, carefully examining and admiring it.
At this moment, sunlight streamed through the window onto the table inside the room, illuminating the marrow crystal that lay quietly on the table. As usual, he gently reached out his hand, holding the marrow crystal in his palm as if it were a fragile pearl, and carefully grasped it.
His fingers gently caressed the surface of the marrow crystal, as if feeling every inch of its texture and undulations. His eyes were fixed on the treasure in his palm, the focused expression of a senior expert and scholar appreciating a rare treasure.
However, at this moment, an inexplicable strange feeling suddenly surged into his heart. It started as a vague suspicion, but soon transformed into a deep unease. He couldn't help but frown slightly, a hint of alarm in his eyes.
He focused all his attention on the marrow crystal in his hand. At that moment, he was completely stunned, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide open, as if he had seen something incredible.
I saw that the dense, crisscrossing golden threads within the pith crystal in my hand had suddenly become much thinner! Those threads were slender and tough, like strands of golden silk woven together, forming a magnificent pattern. They have always been one of the most unique and attractive features of pith crystals, and countless people are fascinated by them.
However, at this moment, the number of golden threads was decreasing at an alarming rate. The once tightly interwoven and exquisite patterns had become sparse and scattered. The entire stone seemed to have lost its soul, instantly losing its former dazzling brilliance and appearing dull.
More than that! What left him dumbfounded and astonished was that this gem, which had once shone with an unparalleled brilliance, like the brightest star in the night sky, now glowed dimly, almost imperceptibly. Its once dazzling, glittering brilliance had vanished, replaced by a mere, feeble, yellowish glow. It was like the last struggle of a dying flame, its feeble flame seemingly about to be devoured by the relentless darkness and extinguished forever.
It used to be so radiant and charming, but now it has become like this - the dim light is like a candle that is about to reach the end of its life, trembling and swaying, as if it will be completely blown out by a breeze in the next second, and fall into eternal darkness.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze. He stood there, as if under an extremely powerful immobilization spell. He was frozen in place, motionless. He was like a lifeless clay sculpture, frozen in place, his eyes empty and confused, his gaze fixed on the mystical marrow crystal in his palm.
It happened so quickly, in just the blink of an eye, his mind was like the sea surface after being hit by an extremely violent hurricane, with huge waves rising in an instant, and his entire mind fell into a state of extreme confusion.
Countless, enormous questions, like a surging tide, each wave higher than the last, flooded him relentlessly. Question after question swirled in his mind: "Why had things turned out this way?" "Where did all those golden threads that once shimmered so brightly go?" "What bizarre, unimaginable reason had caused this once magnificent, dazzling, and captivating gem to completely lose its former star-like brilliance?" These questions, like a dense drumbeat, hammered at his heart, leaving him filled with immense confusion and anxiety.
These complex and thorny questions roiled and churned like surging waves in his mind, fiercely colliding and intertwining with each other, as if a silent war was quietly raging in the depths of his thoughts. However, despite racking his brains and thinking with all his might, trying to find even the slightest clue or answer, the ultimate result was still futile.
His gaze was as if drawn to a powerful magnet, unable to move even a fraction away from the box containing the marrow crystal. This mysterious box seemed to possess an indescribable magic that captivated him.
Only a few strands of gold remained within the stone, making it appear extremely rare and precious. The gem, once radiant and dazzling, now seemed to have lost its vitality, becoming dim and lifeless, never regaining its former dazzling, night-shining brilliance. It lay there quietly, seemingly telling an untold story.