Chapter 1272 - 435: Blessing, Guiding Path (6k)_2

Wen Yan’s flames, mixed with Xin Dao and Heart Fire Power, have a particularly wide coverage. Generally, their power may not be very strong, but when fighting, the degree of resonance starts to climb, and the power will increase exponentially.

Currently, Wen Yan is quite displeased.

With a face full of cold malice, he directly stepped on it with one foot.

"You should be thankful that this is not your true body here.

And it’s a good thing this isn’t your true body.

Remember, I, Fuyu Mountain Disciple, Virtue City’s Wen Yan, will definitely visit another day!"

The voice from the stone statue’s head being stepped on transformed into a sharp screech.

"I wish you to live, watching as you make no progress.

I wish your every step feels like climbing, with obstacles everywhere.

Your cultivation shall never advance, doors shall forever remain closed.

From now on, you need no longer struggle to pursue the Dao, nor endure hardship on your journey."

Wen Yan exerted force underfoot, and the clay statue’s head was directly crushed, causing the sharp curse to grow ever quieter, as if falling from a great distance.

Wen Yan could feel as though originally shackled to his body.

Yet at this moment, it was as if a mountain suddenly fell in his path.

In front of the mountain was a huge stone gate, blocking the way.

On the stone gate, a pattern of two upright mustelids with their front legs raised was carved.

Wen Yan felt these things, his brows furrowing slightly.

This was not a simple curse but a form of blessing.

A curse enacted in the form of a blessing.

That was the guy’s previous logic; your cultivation is too hard, so for your sake, to prevent you from suffering, you shouldn’t explore, shouldn’t take risks.

Now this isn’t a curse, but a blessing; blessing you to not endure the hardship of exploration, nor risk your life.

So, using a blessing as a curse to obstruct your cultivation, block your path.

Approximately equivalent to a twisted ’I’m looking out for you.’

Built on the premise of blessing, it offers an advantage that a curse absolutely doesn’t.

That is the natural resistance of creatures against curses; the natural rebellion doesn’t exist.

There might even be a natural willingness to accept the traits of blessings, allowing the blessing’s power to be maximized.

These are instincts etched into DNA over time.

Wen Yan now bore this blessing with almost no resistance because of this reason.

Also because he noticed the other’s lack of reaction, he knew this guy was probably just a projection in the Ancient Dream, not the true body.

The other’s true body should be far stronger than this projection in the Ancient Dream; its blessing has a sense of hollowness, floating on the surface, lacking in strength.

But even so, Wen Yan could sense that the final step of his cultivation of the Xin Dao was likely to be even harder than before.

Before, he could gamble a little, betting it wouldn’t damage his mind, attempting to move forward.

Now, it is truly blocked; the road that was already invisible is obstructed by a mountain and a massive stone gate.

Wen Yan looked at the gravel on the ground, continuing to pick up the Er Jingong who was still shutting his eyes, ignoring the outside, continuing the tale, then entered the shrine.

The clay deity statue shattered, its body made from mud and straw, was feeble, and within the statue’s abdomen, there was a tuft of black-tinted yellow hair, some unidentifiable items.

Wen Yan took out the phone issued by the Scorching Sun Department, snapped several photos, then with a flick of the wrist, waved the gray cloth, spun the incense burner, with the swish of the movement, the gray cloth took the incense burner, sweeping with fierce vigor, directly demolishing the shrine.

After the shrine collapsed, Wen Yan saw a skinny elder appear behind the ruined shrine; he turned and walked away, disappearing in just a few steps.

Wen Yan saw clearly, the elder seemed to appear out of thin air; after appearing, seeing the temple crushed, a long gray cloth wrapped around the large incense burner swung violently, shattering the shrine.

The elder merely glanced, then turned away, without any hesitation.

Wen Yan saw only half of a side profile and the back in the dust.

This is the elder Er Jingong mentioned, someone he encountered during his second transport mission.

Also the only time Er Jingong visited this temple.

Earlier Wen Yan was speculating whether the deity statue was the elder, but now confirmed it wasn’t.

The deity statue is a deity statue, the elder is the elder.

The elder’s projection in the Ancient Dream didn’t manifest earlier.

Speculation suggests this elder may not be the main subject of this scene; the spotlight is on the deity statue.

Er Jingong merely visited here; his impression of the elder was profound, causing the projection scene in the Ancient Dream to become a temple.

And Er Jingong hasn’t mentioned any abnormalities he encountered here nor has he mentioned a deity statue.

Wen Yan treads upon the temple ruins, watching the ruins beneath his feet gradually blur and fade, and the statue fragments similarly vanish.

Items inside the deity statue’s abdomen mostly disappeared.

Only those intertwined yellow-black hairs clutched in Wen Yan’s hand remained after almost disappearing.

Wen Yan’s gaze intensified.

Did not disappear? Are these hairs not a projection? Are they real?

He immediately took out a piece of paper, wrapped the hairs, and placed them in his bag.

He looked down at Er Jingong, beginning to feel his previous speculations were somewhat simplified.

Perhaps this scene isn’t solely connected to Er Jingong.

He contemplated, considering alternative perspectives.