At this moment, Yi Feng, who had been sitting with his eyes closed in thought, opened them.
If his guess was correct, only one of these sixteen bridges should lead to passing the trial.
The other fifteen should all be dead ends.
After all, this was such an ancient inheritance, one known for death. Rules like these were hardly strange. Besides, there was only one inheritance.
And to avoid being influenced by the trial's creator—and to keep from being too clever for his own good—Yi Feng's plan was to randomly pick a bridge and walk onto it.
He would not look at that damned stone tablet, nor would he care where it led.
He would just pick one blindly. Whichever one he picked, he would take.
He refused to believe that, with fifteen choices out of sixteen, he could still pick the sole path of survival while choosing blindly.
He raised a finger and began muttering.
"Point, point, point, point, cow's eye, cow's eye flower, one eggplant and two big melons. Those with money buy them to eat; those without money take it away. Ah, no... this one."
Yi Feng blindly chose a bridge. Ignoring everything, he strode onto it without looking back.
This sight
stunned the Soul Body in the sky.
His eyes widened, and his entire body trembled with excitement.
"Heart of the Brave! This child possesses a true Heart of the Brave!"
In truth, every bridge in this trial was a dead end.
Only if the challenger possessed a Heart of the Brave—regardless of how many paths appeared before him, how many choices he faced, where those paths led, or what those choices were—could he follow his heart and press forward courageously. Only then could he find life amid certain death and turn danger into safety.
Thus,