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.
