Chapter 1271 - 435: Blessing, Guidance (6k)

Wen Yan didn’t interrupt Er Jingong’s words; he just listened.

At times, he couldn’t even be sure what was true or false, so he let Er Jingong speak freely, treating everything else he heard as if he hadn’t, including Wen Yan’s own words.

This also allowed Er Jingong to focus on one thing, greatly increasing his probability of survival.

Er Jingong was now his signpost, the way to return, a confirmable method with the highest success rate.

Besides this, how Er Jingong triggered the Ancient Dream, what was done to him, and so on, were also very important.

He was the only one found alive right now; even without considering the value of his confession, his inherent value was significant, a breakthrough point.

Once this guy started leaking information, there’s no turning back; he could only follow the Scorching Sun path until the end.

No, to be precise, it didn’t matter how Er Jingong chose; if the people behind him doubted his absolute loyalty, it meant he was absolutely disloyal.

He was startled before, and those things weren’t arranged by the Scorching Sun Department; they didn’t even disclose information, everything went through normal procedures.

Yet the other party could know so quickly, even make connections with other matters, proving they had internal information channels.

Besides these, there was another reason; Wen Yan couldn’t let Er Jingong die here.

Er Jingong betrayed, faced assassination, fell into the Ancient Dream, yet didn’t die, still living well.

Then, this is just the difficulty of the beginning.

Previously, like Er Jingong, those who mixed into these matters without much strength knew the consequences of betrayal; even if silenced, they’d keep quiet to avoid implicating families.

But if they had another choice, in this high-pressure environment of constant threats, Wen Yan doesn’t believe no one would choose to betray voluntarily.

Wen Yan grasped Er Jingong, looking at the statue in the temple.

He felt the back of his head, previously opened external route slightly pulsing, his Power indeed seemed stuck here, with no further advance.

He actually knew that following the original cultivation method wouldn’t work.

Expansion of limbs and torso using trial and error was possible, as long as he didn’t die, he could withstand it.

But the head was truly risky; one mistake could turn him into an idiot or a vegetable, making Blood Lock at 20% rather meaningless.

Now that vague voice murmured in his ear, urging him to abandon Xin Dao.

Wen Yan felt that the already slim prospects of progress instantly became even slimmer, like obstacles or chains were set.

That wasn’t simple bewitchment; there was other Power involved.

If Wen Yan didn’t break free, didn’t follow Xin Dao, he should have completed the Third Stage of Martial Path and entered the Fourth Stage by now.

But he had seen Qin Kun, seen Tuoba Martial God, seen Cai Heizi at full force, knowing that simply stacking stages wasn’t very effective.

Cai Heizi at the Fifth Stage couldn’t possibly be a match for Tuoba Martial God at 8 PM, might not even penetrate the defense.

Even in terms of realm, Tuoba Martial God’s Martial Dao Realm might only be at the Third Stage.

Wen Yan didn’t want to waste Scorching Sun, so he had to take the path best suited for him; if there’s no path, he’d have to pioneer forward.

At this moment, he could sense those obstacles and chains more than ever before.

Future prospects were dark unless he abandoned pioneering, followed the path others walked like ordinary Martial Artists.

Wen Yan took a step forward, hearing that vague voice again.

"Willing to be a Pioneer, paving the road with pain and blood; courage is commendable.

Your future steps will grow increasingly difficult, increasingly perilous.

One wrong step leads to a point of no return.

But since you’re so persistent, as long as you complete the test, I’ll lend you a helping hand."

The test would be tough, needing to test your perseverance, Power, intelligence, and all aspects.

Are you ready to... "

That vague, bewitching voice, seemingly commanding, hadn’t finished speaking.

Wen Yan whipped his hand, Gray Cloth suddenly fluttered, transforming like a javelin, instantly crossing the courtyard, charging into the hall.

Gray Cloth wrapped around the statue’s neck, tightening abruptly.

Wen Yan pulled the Gray Cloth, his arm muscles bulging, his entire Power erupting at this moment.

With a creak, the statue standing on the altar, invisible, was wrapped around the neck by Gray Cloth, forcibly pulled down by Wen Yan’s sudden immense Power.

With a boom, the statue crashed to the ground, shattered into varying sizes of mud blocks, disordered hair and some black things spilling out.

Only the statue’s head, wrapped in Gray Cloth, was dragged before Wen Yan.

Wen Yan overlooked the statue’s head, the previously unseen face now clearly formed the appearance of a mustelid.

Wen Yan sneered, flames burned brightly on him.

"What are you to speak of testing me?"

With hues of blood-red, scarlet flames burned onto the statue’s head.

The face on the statue’s head gradually turned chilling, the statue’s eyes exuded a vicious light, expression seemingly becoming pained.