The Maze Descends

Pig Head said nothing, but his identity was already obvious. He was none other than Wu Man, who had been missing for a long time. Just as Chen Cheng had predicted, Wu Man had entered the space of Ghost Capital, which was precisely the Maze as it stood now. But his identity here had changed, and he had become one of the evil spirits.

With Wu Man guarding the entrance for him, Xiao Ran could focus even more intently on turning the Civil Pillar.

He sank all his concentration into the Civil Pillar gripped tightly in both hands, the one that pierced through three layers of space and time.

Behind him, the enormous Yin God Dharma Form once more laid its massive palm over the pillar's phantom image, like the jaws of a precision machine closing around a central pivot.

In his mind, the three-dimensional model of Ghost Capital, constructed at the cost of an enormous amount of mental energy, resembled a finely wrought watch mechanism. It was no longer a static blueprint. Instead, it had become a slowly spinning, dynamic maze woven from countless threads of light representing energy nodes and the pathways of space and time.

The shadows of the past, present, and future kept crossing over one another.

Each time Xiao Ran turned the pillar, the intersecting lines of light before him shifted slightly. The process was tedious, but gradually, Xiao Ran found himself immersed in it, feeling his way toward its mysteries.

It was like continuously working through practice problems. It involved both the fundamentals of Yan Sheng Art and an understanding of the art of sorcery.

The process of solving these problems was, in a way, a test of Xiao Ran's foundations.

Fortunately, his foundations in this area were exceptionally solid. As he solved one