Chapter 1270 - 434: Dream Figure, Direction in My Hands

At this moment, he simply closed his eyes, continued to recall, and continued to recount details.

Just hoping to give Wen Yan more details, so that if Wen Yan ever has the chance or the ability to relay news back, he can send more intelligence.

Wen Yan gazed towards the end of the street, and after the Huafu Dajiang rushed to the street’s end, it completely disappeared there.

And now, the entire neighborhood is being devoured, everything within it shrouded in darkness.

Wen Yan could previously feel that the direction in his heart was behind him, that was the only way home he could sense.

But behind was being swallowed by darkness.

He originally wanted to take out the Everbright Lamp, face it head-on, and charge forward.

However, after the curtain of darkness rushed out of the fog and engulfed the street’s end, the direction in his heart vanished.

Along with the things in the curtain of darkness becoming enraged, almost like madness, Wen Yan abandoned the option of confronting it head-on.

In the current situation, it’s either his Nevermore Lost isn’t sufficient, or there truly isn’t a right direction at this moment.

Wen Yan doesn’t believe it. He thinks, if there’s no direction, it can be said another way, any direction is right.

He carried Er Jingong and rushed all the way to the street’s end.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he plunged directly into the mist ahead.

The next moment, he saw the hazy mist had already changed, and in the world at the street’s end—like it hadn’t yet fully loaded—a path appeared leading into the distance.

Wen Yan glanced at the Er Jingong he was holding in his hand.

"Keep recalling, keep talking, don’t stop, the more detailed the recall, the better."

The road ahead, one side is a riverbed over ten meters deep, and the other side is a mountain, a road built close to the mountain like a standard course.

This place looks like a separate puzzle piece that got connected to the town, appearing extremely bizarre.

And the Huafu Dajiang that just rushed out also has vanished.

Wen Yan stepped onto this path, the lost direction reappeared, just continue along this road.

The direction revealed is completely different from before.

Wen Yan glanced at Er Jingong, who had his eyes closed, curled into a ball, quickly recalling, and speaking whatever he thought of.

Indeed, it’s because of him.

This is his Ancient Dream.

That Huafu Dajiang is likely something manifested from the Old Dream, because the most profound impression Er Jingong has is that stone coffin.

He’s never seen what’s inside the stone coffin, it’s not important, this place will automatically supplement and condense.

So, this road at this moment must also be something from Er Jingong’s memory, stimulated and manifested by the changes here.

Wen Yan sprinted wildly along the mountain road, his speed significantly enhanced in the mountainous environment.

When he reached the end of the mountain road, there was no road ahead just a mountain blocking the way.

The darkness behind continued to spread, and when it spread halfway onto the road, Wen Yan saw the mountain blocking the way ahead began to turn phantom-like, as if a fading backdrop.

He charged up again, directly crashing into the mountain.

Stepping forward, the mountain disappears, and a new puzzle piece emerges ahead.

Ahead resembles a pedestrian street, the ground paved with stone slabs, the shops on both sides shut, and behind each glass door stood an expressionless person staring at him.

The only open, and lit, place was at the road’s end, a place resembling an ancient building.

Wen Yan rushed to that building, there was only a plaque above it, without any words.

And looking inside, he saw a horizontal incense burner several meters long in the center, and in the main hall ahead, there was a god statue.

Wen Yan carrying Er Jingong entered, and the continuously recalling and detailing Er Jingong suddenly stopped speaking.

He opened his eyes, lifted his head, and upon seeing the god statue, his expression turned instantly blank; the noises around him gradually faded away, leaving only one voice resounding in his ears.

Wen Yan looked down, called out, but Er Jingong didn’t react; he reached out, giving Er Jingong a blessing of Yang Energy, yet Er Jingong still showed no response.

Then, with his hand imbued with Yang Energy, he gave a firm slap across his face.

Er Jingong’s head swiveled to one side, and his vacant eyes finally regained focus.

"Ouch..."

"If you don’t want to die, shut your eyes, no matter what sound you hear, including my voice, don’t open them. If I don’t hit you, keep speaking, even if the sky falls don’t stop."

Er Jingong promptly closed his eyes and continued speaking.

Wen Yan looked towards the hall, the god statue appeared just like an ordinary statue, except its head was shrouded in shadow, unclear.

As Wen Yan looked at it, sounds seemingly began to resonate faintly in his ears.

"Your cultivation has reached its limit, it will never advance further.

Beyond there may be ten thousand more steps, hundreds of thousands of steps, but with each step, there is a potential conclusion of sudden demise.

No one can save you.

Your path is incorrect, you can no longer move forward, the current moment is the end.

Many people’s expectations for you are just empty promises, like water in a sieve.

Just stop here, simply engage in martial training, and don’t attempt to embark on Xin Dao anymore.

You have a house, money, enough for this lifetime.

Why must you set foot on a path of assured death due to others’ expectations?

Those who truly care and are concerned about you only wish for your health and happiness.

They wouldn’t hope for you to hack through thorns and die on the Pioneer path."

That indistinct voice poured directly into Wen Yan’s mind as if inscribing something within.

However, in the next moment, the horizontal incense burner emitted a muffled sound, and ashes exploded into the air, the burner shot straight towards the hall.

With a booming sound, the incense burner halted, the ashes inside blasted forth, filling the hall, and the burbling voice dissipated along with it.

"Finished talking? Keep talking, will you?"

Wen Yan rubbed his head, knowing he’d been hit as he heard Er Jingong’s voice gradually fading.

He unleashed a sudden kick, sending that incense burner flying into the main hall, then resumed hearing Er Jingong’s voice.

"I’ve been here before; it was the day I saw the dead person I brought in who came back to life that day."