"This can't go on."
As he walked, Ye Lin's expression darkened.
He had already discovered the pattern here.
It started with over ten thousand, then every subsequent path also had over ten thousand, and so on. By the end, how many paths would there be?
It was impossible to calculate.
An exponential explosion.
So things had become difficult now.
If he kept honestly searching for a way out, he might not escape even after a hundred thousand years—perhaps not even a million.
So what now?
"There are already eight of them."
Ye Lin pondered as he walked.
There were now a full eight behind him, chasing him for dear life, so he could not stop.
Then what should he do now?
The straightforward method of searching for a way out would not work. What other path was there?
"Do you know?"
Ye Lin turned to look at the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar.
He had always overlooked this fellow's existence.
This fellow had once followed the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord onto the Emperor Road.
"I'm very grateful that you remembered me, but I don't know either."
"This maze is different every time. It changes randomly. Forget you people—even those cultivators who passed this trial before would be dumbfounded if they came a second time."
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar looked utterly honest, without a trace of lying.
"Then how did the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord find it back then?"
Ye Lin asked again.
"Uh, his method was simple: kill people."
"Here, he spent a full three hundred years. During that time, he killed more than thirty people, then used Soul Search to continuously eliminate the wrong answers."
"In the end, he got out successfully."
After thinking for a moment, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar spoke and told him.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, frowned slightly.
That was indeed