Rain Valley was filled with twisting, winding passages.
What drove people most mad was that these maze-like passages had many interconnected paths; there was never only one way forward. Amid violent storms and torrential rain, those who entered could easily lose their bearings. Only now did Yue Yang understand why flying was forbidden—if one flew through the sky, the entire maze would be laid bare at a glance. As for why summoned beasts were prohibited, it was likely to prevent them from using their sense of smell or some other perception to guide their masters, forcing entrants to rely solely on their own abilities to find the true path through Rain Valley.
This was one kind of trial.
Yue Yang waited at a three-way fork for quite some time. Seeing the vice temple master make two rounds without finding the right direction, he could not help feeling bored.
This vice temple master also possessed an exceptional memory. As long as he had passed somewhere before, he would never retrace his steps. Yet when faced with completely unfamiliar crossroads, he could only gamble on a direction. Unlike Yue Yang, he could not directly use the Heavenly Keen Eye to see through the truth and take the correct path.
"Ah..."
A scream came from far away.
Though the gale howled and rain poured down in sheets, the cry of someone being attacked and injured still rang as clearly as lightning ripping through the sky.
Even the vice temple master, who had already taken a branching path, immediately turned back, vigilance appearing on his face.
Besides himself, someone else had entered this place.
And from the sound of it, there was more than one.
When the vice temple master reached the scene, he found a man in black holding a blood-dripping dagger.
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