Chapter 633: Wisdom and Folly (Two-in-One)

The withered branch didn't seem to notice Shi Sanchuan and Shi Yicheng's strange looks. It kept tapping the branches behind Yan Jing with unusual eagerness. "Damn it..."

Shi Yicheng and Shi Sanchuan simultaneously turned their heads away.

They truly couldn't bear to watch the withered branch's undignified behavior.

But the withered branch didn't care what they thought. Its entire focus was on Yan Jing, seemingly genuinely worried that he would leave the Clan in a fit of pique. The chances of that happening were infinitesimally low, but if it did, the branch would be lucky if the other patriarchs didn't smash its Coffin to splinters.

Yan Jing smiled.

"It's good that you agree. I was just joking with you earlier. You know how people in our family love to joke around. My affection for the Clan is too deep to dissolve; how could I ever do something like leaving it?"

Hearing Yan Jing say this, the withered branch seemed to let out a long sigh of relief. It bent, the tip of the twig dropping toward the Wrath Emperor's corpse behind Yan Jing. Like a pair of aged hands, the withered branch gently brushed over the Wrath Emperor's body before hovering in midair. It trembled slightly as Weird Energy surged, and a line of text materialized in the air:

"Is this him?"

Yan Jing nodded.

"The Wrath Emperor. Of everyone who has shown their face in Sin City this generation, he's the only Tenth Tier. He's on the wrath Pathway. I was hoping you could help me pry into his memories, Patriarch."

"What are you looking for?"

Another line of ink-like text appeared.

Yan Jing stayed silent for a moment before looking up at the sky.

"I want to find the secrets of this alternate world."

The withered branch trembled. Finally, a few words slowly drifted out:

"...It will be difficult."

"This... involves... a Deity..."

Yan Jing smiled faintly.

"I know, which is exactly why I wanted to ask for your help, Patriarch."

"I am not a Deity."

The withered branch shifted to clarify its stance.

But Yan Jing kept his smile.

"You only need to help me look for some clues related to that thing. I won't force it."

The withered branch stilled, seemingly weighing the options.

Yan Jing smiled.

"To be honest, I haven't officially taken over the Fear Clan yet. After this is over, if I step into the Tenth Tier, I will officially take charge of Fear Intent. Advent Day is fast approaching..."

He didn't finish, using the imminent arrival of Advent Day as the conclusion to his sentence.

But the withered branch trembled, clearly tempted.

The tip of the branch reached out to Yan Jing, gently resting on his wrist. Soon, it began to vibrate.

Yes, it was checking Yan Jing's Tier.

And just as Yan Jing had said, he hadn't yet stepped into the Tenth Tier.

No one understood the implications of this better than this patriarch of Fear Intent.

Advancing from the Ninth Tier to the Tenth Tier was completely different from going from the Tenth Tier to the Demigod Realm.

If Yan Jing were at the Tenth Tier, the patriarch would merely see him as a peerless genius on the path of Fear, but whether he could reach the Demigod Realm would still be an unknown.

But since Yan Jing was at the Ninth Tier, things were entirely different.

If Yan Jing could display the strength of a Tenth Tier while only at the Ninth, what would happen once he actually reached the Tenth Tier?!

Breaking through from the Ninth to the Tenth Tier was far less difficult than ascending from the Tenth Tier to the Demigod Realm.

The person at the helm of the Fear Intent clan had never been anything less than the Tenth Tier.

With Yan Jing's aptitude, if he truly achieved the Summit during Advent Day...

After thinking for a long time, the withered branch finally nodded and reached out toward the Wrath Emperor's body.

The lid of the other Coffin gently slid open. Another withered branch extended out, landing on the Wrath Emperor's body alongside the first one. "Buzz."

Weird Energy bloomed completely in the air like ink, transforming into flowers.

Flower after flower blossomed on the withered branches, looking remarkably similar to the blooms on the Fear Tree behind Yan Jing.

Except...

One was formed from Weird Energy, while the other grew naturally on the Fear Tree.

The humming intensified.

The Weird Energy continuously vibrated. Streams of color burst from the flowers as their stamens elongated, piercing into the Wrath Emperor's body.

"Glug, glug, glug."

The colors were injected into the Wrath Emperor, causing his body to twitch incessantly.

"First, condense all kinds of Fear Power and inject them into the body of the person whose memories you wish to pry into."

A new withered branch reached out from the Coffin, forming words in front of Yan Jing.

It was like an elder giving personal instruction:

"This step uses different types of fear to force out the target's deepest terrors."

"But keep in mind... this method only works if the target is still alive."

"If they are dead and can no longer feel fear, you have to use other methods..."

As the words appeared, the stamens continued to lengthen, delving deeper into the Wrath Emperor's body.

"First, you must activate the last shred of instinct remaining in their body after death."

The moment the text materialized, the Wrath Emperor's body convulsed violently once more.

"Torment, pain—no matter the method, the longer the target has been dead, the more intense the procedure needs to be."

"After activating the body..."

"Squelch!!!"

In front of Yan Jing, it sounded like something had erupted.

Although Yan Jing didn't see it, he heard the sound of the stamens releasing Weird Energy inside the Wrath Emperor, causing the cold corpse to plump up again.

The next second, the Wrath Emperor actually dropped from his semi-suspended state, stood on the ground, and looked at Yan Jing, his previously pale face gradually turning rosy. "You must use enough Weird Energy to deceive the residual instincts within this body, making it think the person is still alive."

"Pain, life. When a living being experiences extreme fear and agony, the very first thing they will do is... give up." Soon, waves of black mist drifted from the Wrath Emperor's facial orifices.

"This is the mist of fear. It carries his most agonizing memories."

"The amount of memory within it is very small, but if you use this memory as a breach, treating it as the key to unlock the door..." "You will complete the memory probe."

With that said, a mist nearly identical to the black one drifted out from the two Coffins, merging with the mist in the air.

The moment they touched, it was like two tentacles exchanging information.

The process was fast. In just a few seconds, the two withered branches swayed, seemingly signaling to Yan Jing that it was over.

But just as the two withered branches were about to pull back, a sudden change occurred!

Even though the branches had already retracted halfway, they suddenly froze in midair, and then...

One of them reached forward again.

But... halfway there, it pulled back once more.

And then...

It reached out again.

It continued this back-and-forth cycle endlessly.

The other one seemed completely stupefied, hanging motionless in the air for a long time, the entire branch totally rigid.

Yan Jing frowned and looked back at his two older brothers.

"Brothers, is this also part of the normal process?"

However, the same dense confusion swirled in their eyes.

"This..."

Shi Sanchuan shook his head.

"No, it should have ended the moment the tentacles of fear retracted."

"Oh..."

Yan Jing nodded in sudden realization.

It wasn't the normal process.

Which meant they had fallen into a trap.

To think a mere memory could actually ensnare two veteran Tenth Tier powerhouses.

It seemed he had been right not to gamble with the Paintbrush.

Feeling fortunate, Yan Jing finally reached out and lightly tapped one of the rigid branches.

Praying for Death Evolution.

"Huu."

The rigid withered branch was the very one from the first Coffin to open.

Now, as if waking from a dream, it looked at the three of them, seemingly having forgotten why it was even here.

When it finally realized what had happened, it slumped limply onto the ground with a smack, looking as though it were panting heavily.

"What was that?"

Yan Jing finally asked once the withered branch had calmed down a bit.

"...Folly."

The withered branch held it in for a long time before finally squeezing out that single word.

Yan Jing nodded.

"Thank you, Patriarch."

"I'll leave the other patriarch to you."

He didn't want to waste a second use of Praying for Death Evolution here. After speaking, he stored the Wrath Emperor's corpse away, turned, and walked off into the distance.

"Folly..."

Shi Sanchuan and Shi Yicheng exchanged bewildered looks.

Neither of them understood what this word had to do with the current Old Sin City.

It didn't seem like anyone inside had turned foolish.

Every resident of Old Sin City appeared to be perfectly fine.

Even better than before, in fact.

But Yan Jing's eyes remained calm.

This outcome was roughly what he had guessed.

All the games in Old Sin City seemed to lack any discernible pattern.

To call them tests of intellect... wouldn't be quite right; although there was some wordplay involved, it seemed like everything ultimately had to be settled with a fight. But to call them pure tests of strength wasn't entirely accurate either. For instance, in the first game of retrieving documents, there was no need to take the ones in the middle at all; you just had to follow the literal instructions and take the one right in front of you.

Because of his role as Yi Ji, Yan Jing had entered this Dungeon early, and ultimately...

He came to a conclusion.

Whether you used intellect or brute force to win a game, it all came down to one word.

Instinct.

Relying on instinct to win these games was the simplest method.

Retrieving documents—it didn't say which one, so just taking the one in front of you worked.

Eating bread—it didn't ask you to specify what flour was used, so just saying it tasted good worked.

Rolling the Dice and beating people up—if you didn't want others to win, just beating them to death worked.

Yan Jing had figured this much out, and he was certain others had realized it too.

But he hadn't thought any deeper than that.

What was it that could fundamentally counter Sin?

Merely attributing it to instinct didn't seem to make sense.

But if it was attributed to Folly...

Many things suddenly had an explanation.

Instinct was simply a manifestation of Folly.

Because beings of Folly lacked superfluous thought, they were often forced to act solely on instinct.

And in a certain sense, true Folly indeed possessed none of the seven deadly sins.

pride, wrath, greed, desire, sloth, Gluttony, Envy.

None of these sins could actually be pinned on a truly foolish creature.

If a person truly possessed no thoughts and acted entirely on instinct, you couldn't say they had committed any sins at all. Yan Jing pulled out his Walkie-talkie and dialed Chen Nian to inform him of this discovery.

But the moment the Walkie-talkie connected, Chen Nian's voice rang out from the other end.

"Things are very bad."

Yan Jing's heart skipped a beat.

"What do you mean? Did you find some clues?"

"No." Chen Nian shook his head.

"Not about the source of this Mutation."

"Old Liu and I found a few people from Sin City. We couldn't pry out what Sin City is looking for, but we did get word that the outside factions are growing restless. With so many of their heirs eliminated, they've started discussing launching a concentrated attack on Old Sin City."

"Simply put, they're preparing to flip the board and go back to how they did things at the start."

Flip the board...

Yan Jing frowned.

"Aren't there still a Mechanical Emperor and an Earth Saint who haven't made a move?"

"It was that very Mechanical Emperor who proposed it."

Chen Nian's tone was heavy.

"He has already withdrawn from Old Sin City. He declared that if he can't obtain the item this time, he will simply destroy it so that no one can have it."

Yan Jing's face darkened.

"Alright, got it. Let's meet up at the Rose Bar later."

He took a step forward, crossing several miles through the air in an instant, and returned to his house in Rotten Vegetable Village.

Looking at Mantou, who lay on the bed with her brow furrowed, Yan Jing took a deep breath.

If his guess was right, that thing wasn't anywhere else.

It was inside Mantou's head.

A Demigod Realm entity of Folly was actually hiding inside the mind of a garbage-scavenging girl from the Lost Continent.

Who could have ever thought of that?

The most crucial point was that it had never manifested before she returned to New Sin City.

Staring at Mantou on the bed, Yan Jing temporarily found himself unsure of how to proceed.

Should he dissect Mantou like a surgeon and take it out? Or should he use Weird Energy to reach into her body?

His concern for Mantou's safety made someone as usually decisive as him hesitate.

Suddenly... in a flash of insight, he thought of a certain entity.

The next second, he reached out his hand. The Power of the White Stone surged in his palm and landed squarely between Mantou's eyebrows.

"Come out..."

He spoke softly. Mantou's brow twitched, but ultimately, nothing appeared.

Yan Jing's face grew incredibly dark.

The half of the Fear Bird he had taken away was already trained well, but it seemed this half still wasn't cooperating.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the irritation in his heart, and carefully extended the Power of the White Stone into Mantou's body.

And then...

February Violin.

Faster Time.

Time froze for an instant. Yan Jing raised his hand, and an incredibly ugly "bird" appeared in his palm, struggling relentlessly.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!!!"

The Fear Bird writhed constantly, but no matter what she did, she couldn't break free from her restraints.

Yan Jing curled the corners of his lips.

"An Eighth Tier thinks she can run away?"

"Your other half is already at the Ninth Tier."

"You... Let go of me!!!"

The Fear Bird roared, but it was all in vain. On the contrary, the very next instant, pitch-black Weird Energy like ink submerged her completely.

Under the immense pressure, her heart almost stopped.

Like an ant looking up at a giant, she gradually fell silent.

"What's Mantou's current condition?"

"There's a damned thing in her head. Not her physical brain, but her mind."

The Fear Bird answered with a dark expression.

"I never noticed it before. It wasn't until recently that the thing gradually began to manifest."

"I'm already powerless to do anything about it."

"Unless you catch that thing through this idiot's thoughts, it will never come out on its own."

"It's constantly developing. The day it fully forms, this foolish Nizi will be completely ruined."

"She will become nothing more than a mindless husk."

"When that time comes, you can go find a corner to cry in."

Yan Jing's face gradually turned cold.

He didn't doubt his ability to deal with a Demigod Realm existence in the future, but... once certain things happened, undoing them would be nearly impossible.

When Wen He had left, he had drifted unconsciously in the River of Time for thousands of years.

If something happened to Mantou, the situation wouldn't be any better than last time.

"Is there any way to make him come out?"

Yan Jing looked at the Fear Bird.

The Fear Bird sneered coldly. "That guy seems to be injured. Until those wounds heal, there's no chance of him coming out. As for when he does heal and emerges... Heh, do you really think you can beat a Demigod?"

"He's healing?"

Ignoring the Fear Bird's mockery, Yan Jing seized upon the crucial detail in her words.

The Fear Bird's expression was icy. "Based on my observation, he is absorbing the Folly permeating the air."

"It's a remnant left behind from a distant era on this continent. Back then, Folly was an overwhelmingly dominant Pathway, suppressing Sin so thoroughly it couldn't even raise its head."

"It's just that, for some unknown reason, it eventually declined."

"But that Folly energy was left behind, dissipating in the air."

"After returning, he has been relying on this energy to regain his peak strength."

Yan Jing thought for a moment before asking, "Is there any way to block his recovery?"

"You can't even perceive this kind of energy, yet you want to block it? How?"

"By making him leave this place."

Yan Jing reached out his hand, and Xiao Xin floated out.

Sensing Yan Jing's intent, Xiao Xin looked at Mantou lying on the bed and shook its head.

Mantou was the Lord of the Domain. Xiao Xin could transport many people, but not a special existence like a Lord of the Domain.

But Yan Jing's expression remained calm; of course he knew Xiao Xin couldn't take Mantou away.

"Open a tunnel leading to the Stone Realm."

Yan Jing spoke softly.

Immediately after, he walked to the bedside and reached out, preparing to pick Mantou up.

But before he could pull Mantou into his arms, a burst of violent energy instantly surged from the center of her brow.

That energy carried unusually powerful destructive force, yet it felt somewhat sluggish, not as agile as ordinary power.

Moreover... it carried a sense of stubbornness.

It was like a baby gritting its teeth to push away someone it didn't like.

Except this "baby" was a bit too mature—several meters tall with an abnormally massive amount of strength.

Yan Jing's face darkened.

"You're really pushing your luck, aren't you?"

Violent power surged from his palm. Without him making any visible movement, the first state of the Fear Stance manifested directly. The Power of the White Stone flared madly, tentacles of fear lashed out wildly, and a terrifyingly immense force materialized out of thin air in the room, causing the entire house to sink downward.

Crack— Crack— Crack— Rumble!!!

After stalling for a brief moment, the entire house rapidly caved into the ground!!!

Hum—

An invisible film of light appeared, unfurling at the base of the house, trying to catch it and stop its descent!

However...

The massive force was as heavy as an endless mountain peak. The moment the light film appeared, it stretched incredibly thin as if unable to bear the load, its center bowing downward.

The originally thick fabric began to thin out at a visible rate, threads and lines snapping off the barrier of light.

The entity residing in the center of Mantou's brow visibly panicked.

He was like a giant baby who had suddenly encountered an existence several times stronger than himself. Panic and anxiety instantly flooded the air.

But...

Yan Jing showed him no mercy.

His full power completely unfurled. It was a pure physical strength that alone was enough to dominate the Tenth Tier, now augmented by the Fear Stance, the Power of the White Stone, and the Power of the Fear Bird.

Facing an injured Demigod Realm existence at this moment, although he felt some resistance...

...it was merely just a bit of resistance.

Boom!!!

The house tore right through the light film and began to plummet.

That entity panicked to the extreme. Faintly, Yan Jing seemed to hear the sound of a baby crying, but his expression only grew colder.

According to his expectations, this guy would quickly make a next move. He had to act before it could react, but...

Soon, sensing that he was gradually moving away from the domain of return, the entity completely panicked and subconsciously grabbed onto his last lifesaving straw.

"Ugh—"

Mantou furrowed her brows, a look of pain surfacing on her face.

Yan Jing saw this, but forcibly held himself back and didn't stop the downward descent.

At such a critical moment, any hesitation might alert that entity.

But...

"Ugh—"

Mantou let out another whimper, her complexion looking even more agonized than before.

Yan Jing's expression was icy; he was just about to continue.

"Yan... Jing..."

Mantou's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Yan... Jing... It hurts... Mantou... hurts so much... Where are you..."

Mantou seemed trapped in a nightmare, murmuring softly in her sleep.

Her entire body trembled from the pain, her small hands curling unconsciously into claws, while bead-sized drops of sweat rolled down her forehead.

"..."

Yan Jing halted his power, and the entire house stopped sinking along with it.

Soon, upon sensing Yan Jing's reaction, the entity at the center of Mantou's brow seemed to understand something. Its surging power acted up again.

He realized that this host he was parasitizing held a special significance to the man before him. His survival instincts drove him to subconsciously harm his host's body, attempting to force Yan Jing to bring him back into Sin City.

"..."

Looking at Mantou's pained appearance, Yan Jing shot a cold glance at her forehead, then grabbed the floor, carrying the house as it floated back upward.

It wasn't until the house breached the surface again and returned within the light film that Mantou's brows finally relaxed.

That violent power also settled back into calmness.

"..."

Beside him, the Fear Bird looked at the silent Yan Jing, not daring to speak for a moment.

She had always followed by Mantou's side and wasn't as familiar with Yan Jing's situation as her other half was. But right now, Yan Jing gave her an exceptionally dangerous feeling. Even without any fluctuations of Weird Energy, he made her feel as though she was teetering on the edge of life and death.

This was very wrong.

Her instinct for self-preservation made her subconsciously step away.

But feeling the chill radiating from him, she felt she hadn't moved far enough and stepped away even further.

Brrr—

She reached out and rubbed her shoulders.

Why was it so cold?

Forget it, it was better to go outside.

She pushed open the door, only to find that the house hadn't fully realigned. The spot where the door used to be was now facing a wall; opening the door only revealed concrete bricks.

No matter, she decided to take the window.

But just as she was hopping toward the window to climb out, Yan Jing's voice rang out from behind, laced with a heavy chill.

"Where are you going?"

"Me?"

The Fear Bird scratched her head with a tentacle-covered wing. "It's a bit cold in here. I'm going outside to get some fresh air."

Before her words even faded, her vision blurred, and she found herself directly in Yan Jing's grasp.

"You're not going anywhere. Stay here and keep watch."

Yan Jing tossed the Fear Bird onto the bed.

The Fear Bird tumbled a few times before sitting blankly on the bed. Her feathers were disheveled as she watched Yan Jing walk toward the wall beside the bed.

"What use is there in me keeping watch?!"

"If anything happens to Mantou, you'll be the first to be buried with her," Yan Jing said coldly.

"Aren't you pushing me too far? Damn it, do you really think I don't have—"

Bang!!!

Yan Jing extended a finger, and the entire wall in front of him instantly vanished.

It truly vanished.

The bricks and tiles that made up the wall disappeared to who knew where, as if erased from thin air, revealing the empty street outside.

The Fear Bird seemed to have caught a glimpse of the process just now:

Those bricks and tiles had turned into dust, then even finer dust, then smaller, and smaller...

Until they were completely invisible.

She swallowed hard, obediently sat properly, and wrapped the blanket over her two small wings.

"You can go with peace of mind; leave this place to me."

"Really, don't worry."

Yan Jing's figure had already disappeared, but the Fear Bird was still looking around anxiously.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of this girl."

Compared to Yan Jing, she currently felt that staying with an injured Demigod actually gave her a better sense of security.

...

...

Yan Jing arrived at the tavern.

Chen Nian and Old Master Liu had already been waiting there for a while.

Tiger hadn't returned yet. Yan Jing directly had Rose dim the bar's lights and lock the door.

The three sat at a round table, forming a triangle. This scene was strikingly similar to when the three had first met.

"...That's how it is."

After Yan Jing finished describing the current situation, both Chen Nian and Old Master Liu furrowed their brows tightly.

If the goal was to defeat an injured Demigod Realm existence, even though they felt it was hopeless, with Yan Jing around, it didn't seem entirely impossible.

But to save someone from the hands of a Demigod...

The difficulty of this matter shot up exponentially.

The two frowned in worry. For a moment, the impending attack from outside was completely thrown to the back of their minds.

The three of them actually shared very similar personalities. Compared to success or failure in their endeavors, they all felt that the safety of the people around them was far more important.

It was precisely because of this shared trait that the three had been able to walk together until today.

"To deal with a Demigod, a Demigod has to step in."

After a long silence, Chen Nian spoke up first. "The Chen Family has a Demigod."

The Old Man shook his head. "Leaving aside whether you, Little Chen, can get a Demigod to help you, even if one does intervene, saving someone in this situation would still be extremely difficult."

"If you ask me..."

"We can discard the body."

He looked at Yan Jing. "Abandon the body and keep the soul. A new body can be recreated later."

Yan Jing's face was gloomy. "I considered that, but unfortunately, it's not Mantou's body that thing wants."

"He is parasitizing her body, but what he wants is far more than that."

"Based on what I was told, the day he fully recovers, Mantou will almost certainly lose her mind."

"..."

The Old Man sighed.

Matters involving the physical body were usually easy to resolve, but once it touched upon deeper levels...

Things became extremely troublesome.

"Have you considered finding someone from a relevant Pathway to handle it?" Chen Nian asked, looking at Yan Jing. "If a Pathway like Folly affects the soul, couldn't we ask some entities related to the soul to help?"

Yan Jing nodded. "I thought about that too, but... it seems what's being affected isn't the soul either."

"It's another, much more abstract thing... the mind..."

Suddenly, Yan Jing's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of someone.

"Hold on a moment, let me ask a friend of mine."

...

...

A few minutes later, a beautiful silhouette dressed entirely in purple appeared in the bar.

"Reporting to the Captain! Bobo is here to report!!! Please give your orders, Captain!!!"

"Good! Very energetic!!"

Mao Si nodded, then recounted their discussion to her.

"You're from the Erudition Pathway, right? Do you know of any Pathway that can affect the mind?"

"The mind..."

Bobo muttered, falling into deep thought.

On the other side, Old Master Liu looked at Mao Si standing on the table, finding it rather fascinating.

In Minhu, there were no talking animals.

At most, there were some mutated anomalies, but none seemed as human-like as the existence before him.

Thinking that the entity opposite him was his young master's friend, he wiped his hands on his clothes and reached out toward Mao Si.

"Hello, hello. My name is Liu Fu. Luo Sheng is my young master, and I am his butler."

"Ah... I know you."

Yan Jing nodded, reaching out to shake hands with the old man. "Mr. Luo often mentions you to me."

"Is that so?!" The Old Man was a bit excited and leaned forward. "What did the young master say about me?"

"He said your martial arts are peerless in this world, but since you still haven't settled down and started a family, he's a bit worried." Yan Jing bobbed his head.

Hearing the first half, the Old Man beamed with joy. Hearing the second half, his smile faded considerably.

"Sigh... For the young master to think about this old man, I'm truly happy. But I'm more worried about him! I'm already at this age; it doesn't matter if I start a family or not. But the young master is right in the prime of his life, brimming with vigor. Without someone by his side, how can he endure it?"

Yan Jing blinked. "There shouldn't be any need to worry about Mr. Luo. After all, he's so outstandingly handsome, speaks well, and is highly capable—"

"I understand all that you're saying, but tell me, is the young master... is he..."

The Old Man lowered his voice. "I mean, in your opinion, does he have some... special preferences—"

"How is that possible?!!" Yan Jing answered with absolute certainty. But before he could explain, Bobo's exclamation rang out from the side.

"I know!!"

Bobo clapped her hands together. "I've thought of it."

"Speak!"

The Old Man's attention was instantly drawn to Bobo, leaving Yan Jing, who was just about to explain, hanging on the side.

"..."

Yan Jing sighed. Right now, Mantou was still the most important thing.

He also looked toward Bobo.

After coughing softly twice, Bobo said, "Reporting to the Captain! According to the records from our side, there are only two Pathways capable of affecting the mind."

"Wisdom and Folly. Only these two."

Wisdom...

Before the group could rejoice, Bobo's tone shifted.

"But as far as I know, both of these Pathways have already died out."

"The Deities behind them have all withered away as well."

"Let alone finding someone, even finding a method to step onto these Pathways is practically impossible."

These words undoubtedly poured a bucket of cold water over everyone.

But listening to Bobo's words, Yan Jing looked thoughtful, his eyes flickering with contemplation.