Chapter 1275: Raising the Difficulty, Gold Coins Exploded (5k)

Wen Yan no longer wants to keep shuttling through these puzzles; he just wants to go back and find the true body of that divine statue.

Then… he sincerely and cordially asks for another curse, oh no, a blessing.

Because as he crossed into the fog and entered the next puzzle, he sensed a slightly different feeling.

He sensed direction.

Not the direction home, but… the direction of Xin Dao practice.

It’s something mysterious, but he just felt it.

He used to advance as a pioneer, moving forward in the darkness, like navigating a night without stars and moon, where you can’t see your hand in front of your face, probing forward, inch by inch, trying to find a path.

Because there was absolutely no path, no direction.

Now, he expanded Xin Dao to reach his mind, having just stepped on this path a tiny bit, almost to the point where he couldn’t turn his neck anymore.

Yet, even that tiny step signifies that he has pioneered a bit of the path, a bit of direction, indicating that he has stepped onto the path.

Normally, he would still need to probe bit by bit, but the probing method can no longer be used in the current stage.

Wen Yan’s practice had fallen into stagnation and confusion.

However, now, that guy has bestowed upon him a blessing, placing a mountain and a door across his path, blocking his way.

The obstacle to his progression is no longer the void as it was.

Even though pioneering and progressing has become more challenging, he doesn’t need to pioneer a path from nothing in the void or even create a path.

The task he faces is breaking through the barrier created by that mountain and door.

The difficulty has increased, but the benefit is that the difficulty has become concrete.

And he, while focusing his whole being on direction, in that moment of crossing between puzzles, when there was no direction, he sensed another direction.

In that instant, he seemed to see paths appear on the mountain, tunnels cutting through the mountain.

This is the direction.

At the moment of sensing this, the anger within Wen Yan’s heart couldn’t rise.

He thought he was stuck painfully, but in truth, he was heading the wrong way.

What he needed was not to lower the difficulty, but to increase the difficulty.

Wen Yan realized, just like that year when he could smoothly defeat the boss without injury, yet when others played, he would lose health, while they were clearly playing at a lower difficulty.

That time, it was because the rhythm wasn’t the one he was accustomed to, the boss was slower, the rhythm changed, and he ended up losing health.

Wen Yan stepped into the next puzzle, and the direction again turned towards the other end of the puzzle.

But he remembered that feeling just now, a feeling not guiding his practice, but in that moment stuck between two puzzles, in that situation, if he wanted to go home, he could only rely on his practice.

What guided wasn’t the practice route, but the route home.

Wen Yan grinned, unable to hold back, and burst into laughter.

He had been stuck at this step for several days now, fearing not difficulty, but the sense of completely losing direction, unable to progress, merely stuck here.

At this moment, he couldn’t help laughing, starting to understand why during school days, some people uncover a solution to a problem that puzzled them for a long time, suddenly find a train of thought, understand something, and laugh with joy.

Why in ancient times, some scholars, after sitting in deep thought for prolonged periods, come to a realization and laugh at the sky.

He now has this feeling, wanting to laugh, wanting to laugh heartily.

Because the road he needs to take can still continue, he found the direction.

In that instant, he even felt that the current predicament, the successive puzzles before him, all became pleasing to the eye.

The looming shadow over his heart silently and imperceptibly dissipated.

Looking around at the surroundings, it’s no longer mountains and roads, nor cities.

It looks like an endless grassland, in the season of high autumn, the sky blue, the temperature neither cold nor hot, a gentle breeze blowing, making it seem very pleasant.

Wen Yan arrived at the hilltop, gazing around, only to discover that this is not a boundless grassland, but broken puzzles pieced together.

He saw on the other side of the hill, some people wearing thick clothes and hats, he also saw Earth City, saw the sheep and camels, and those people were clearly not modern.

Wen Yan glanced at Er Jingong, this time it’s clearly not a place Er Jingong had visited before, but Wen Yan found Earth City quite familiar.

The shape and style, he had seen it before in the Netherworld.

And he had fought with the Lost Souls there.

As he looked now, the architectural and clothing styles appeared very familiar.

But then, he saw some folks with outfits and looks clearly not local entering the small town.

Wen Yan looked towards the other side, standing at the hilltop, within a few miles, he traversed another puzzle that he could clearly see, no longer shrouded by fog.

Wen Yan from the hilltop of the grassland puzzle advanced sideways, reaching the other side, and saw another puzzle, whose buildings obviously bore the style of the Zhongyuan Dynasty, and seeing the attire, Wen Yan could roughly tell it’s of Tang Dynasty style, but couldn’t determine the exact period.