Chapter 1277: Upping the Difficulty, Gold Coins Exploded

The question is, does reality allow you to stay the same?

How utterly foolish, what? Are you afraid it’s hard to control ordinary people? Hard to manipulate? Afraid that when you’re trampling over them, someone might resist? “

As the outburst grew increasingly outrageous, someone tapped on the table.

“Cai Qidong, you are, after all, the minister of a commandery division now, mind your conduct a bit.”

Wen Yan was speechless, he watched as the blurred figure stood up and left.

“What’s there to discuss, I’m leaving.”

Puzzle pieces flashed through one by one, he noticed they were all related to the Scorching Sun and the Aunty.

He also saw a puzzle piece showing the Aunty in red, holding a swaddled child, the baby inside had a pale face and closed eyes.

She placed the child onto a stone bed and turned to leave.

Soon after, Wen Yan saw in one of the puzzle pieces, a drizzling rain began to fall.

The drizzle surged out from the piece swept into the sandstorm, as if about to spread across the whole world in an instant.

Wen Yan watched those puzzle pieces flash by, feeling the sandstorm getting closer, he clapped his hands, took out a bottle of water, and from the bracelet on his wrist, a drop of water flew out and merged into it.

He gave Er Jingong a blessing against drowning, the water directly flooded into Er Jingong’s nose and mouth, while the gray cloth swiftly wrapped around Er Jingong.

Standing still, Wen Yan watched the sandstorm approach.

His waist bent slightly, and it was as if a mountain had been pressed upon him, the terrifying oppression appeared instantly.

He saw the Aunty, the only vivid color before the sandstorm.

This sense of oppression far exceeded what he felt from the Aunty in the Netherworld.

It was truly like confronting a Demon God with a mortal body.

No wonder all records dared not have detailed accounts, the oppression was indeed too strong.

Wen Yan stood still, calling out from afar.

Yet this time, the Aunty ignored him, merely glanced at him from a distance.

She then slightly lifted her head, looking towards the drizzle pouring out from one of the puzzle pieces.

She extended her delicate hand, grasping at the air, and it seemed to cross space, directly reaching into that puzzle piece; with a thunderous sound, the drizzle within disappeared.

Everything within the puzzle remained in the same blurry state as when the drizzle appeared, but it went no further, with no change.

The Aunty held something in her hand, put it down, and continued forward.

In an instant, the sandstorm swept past, the surrounding light dimmed, and all around was whistling wind.

As he was engulfed by the sandstorm, he couldn’t see anything else, but under the blowing wind, his sense of direction became unprecedentedly clear.

After entering the Ancient Dream, a prompt that had never appeared finally showed up.

“You have received an environmental buff blessing.”

“Under the current environment, your additional fixed ability ‘Nevermore Lost’ has been greatly enhanced.”

The surrounding environment beyond two meters was unclear to Wen Yan, but his internal sense of direction was exceptionally clear.

Not only did it indicate a direction, but even pointed out a route.

He shouted within the sandstorm.

“Aunty, the little guy is doing well, loves to laugh, loves eating small tomatoes, very cute and well-behaved.”

After he shouted, something inexplicably appeared in his hand.

He looked and found a drop of water.

Before he could understand, the Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman on the back of his hand emerged and directly absorbed the drop of water.

“Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman, additional progress 1% acquired, current progress 55%.”

Wen Yan was shocked, what kind of thing could drop coins?

Without a response, he could only feel the immense oppressive force within the sandstorm, even without it directed at him, he still felt a visceral discomfort like encountering a natural enemy, his body instinctively tensing in a stress response.

As for the limp Er Jingong held by Wen Yan, he had already passed out earlier.

Wen Yan carried Er Jingong, shuttling through the vast sandstorm, and after a few minutes, the sandstorm gradually weakened.

He vaguely saw the surroundings had turned into a dim expanse, sensing the road ahead, there were two paths.

One was solemnly overwhelming, filled with an oppressive aura, the other chillingly eerie, leading to death.

Without hesitation, Wen Yan chose the latter.

Because he had been there before.

He closed his eyes, stepped forward a few times, the sandstorm dissipated, and he entered a small path.

On both sides of the path, skeletal hands waved like flowers swaying in the wind, the air filled with fragrance, countless illusions changed beside the path.

“Basic passive effect ‘Fearless’ has been activated.”

“Eternal Sunrise has been activated.”

“Sunless Travel has been activated.”

Wen Yan walked with closed eyes, ignoring everything there, following the direction in his heart, continuously moving forward.

He had come here before, when traveling from the Nether Path to the Mountain Ghost Seal.

For an ordinary person, this road truly was a dead end.

He followed the path without much time passing, stepped forward again, feeling the incredibly dense Yin Qi surrounding him, he knew without opening his eyes, he had entered the Nether Path.

He didn’t open his eyes, unable to ascertain if his sensations were mistaken.

He continued onward, the surrounding dense thickets, now swaying increasingly faster, the bizarre illusions multiplying in number, spawning countless ghostly phantoms like the Nether Path, yet none tricked Wen Yan into opening his eyes.

The countless illusions watched helplessly as Wen Yan, step by step, along the correct way, entered the Nether Path, disappearing completely from there.

A few minutes later, as Wen Yan felt the shift in the direction within his heart, he finally opened his eyes.

He had arrived at the crossroads.

The crowing of Brother Dao was unmistakably clear, the Ghosts at the Netherworld Crossroad avoided that path, the sound itself seemed imbued with intense Yang Energy.

Wen Yan followed the crossroad, emerging from Old Zhao’s Basement.

He saw in his backyard, the Fourth Great-uncle Master was conducting a ritual, Brother Dao ceaselessly crowing on the perch, the simple son was crying.

Wen Yan was immensely moved, even the simple son was exerting effort to help him, all the food he got for the simple son was not in vain.

However, as he approached closer, he saw the simple son wasn’t even watching the ritual, just stretching his hand to peel away the Sparrow Cat blocking his view, but the Sparrow Cat was unwilling, prompting the simple son to start wailing loudly, albeit without shedding a single tear.

When the Sparrow Cat saw Wen Yan coming out, it immediately flew up, and the simple son promptly stopped his dry wailing, continuing to look towards the room with anticipation.