Chapter 1291: Collecting Puzzle Pieces, Longitude and Latitude Coordinates (5k)_2

Those fragments, for the most part, are the things accumulated over these thousand years that Aunt cares about.

Occasionally encountered, occasionally connected, and taken directly, stored here.

The difficulty lies in making that tiny connection.

That guy clearly has the ability to sense some things and can even influence Ancient Dream. Wen Yan doesn’t want the other party to sense it, or even if they do, Wen Yan doesn’t want them to know what has happened.

As for hiding himself, not letting the other party know this is related to him, Wen Yan has given up hope.

Just by using simple elimination, anyone who isn’t dumb can deduce that he is very suspicious.

So the best way not to let the other party know what actually happened naturally is to rely on Aunt’s power.

That guy tried to interfere with something last time, to wipe out something, resulting in a good beating, and even got a burst of gold coins.

This time, if his true self dares to try, Wen Yan wishes to collect more gold coins.

Unfortunately, very disappointing, the other party’s true self directly played dead, with no reaction whatsoever.

Wen Yan sighed, wanting to increase the progress of the Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman; it’s really difficult. He can’t cultivate like normal Daoist Masters and can only use methods other than cultivation.

For now, there’s no reaction. Wen Yan looked at Er Jingong, who should simply have fainted, no big problem.

Wen Yan still stuffed him with some food, first giving him a buff, just in case.

Seeing the sandstorm is still far away, Wen Yan first recorded his recent experiences and feelings.

That guy, borrowing Huafu Dajiang, along with that peculiar giant tree, and an incomprehensible ceremony, should have exploited a flaw to complete the petition.

After completion, he transformed into a human form. His appearance and actions didn’t seem like just transformed; this must be noted.

Then, that guy should have abilities in detection; under normal circumstances, the limitations aren’t small, easier to cope with.

It should be like infrared detection capability; otherwise, the gray cloth wrapping should conceal it.

And once it started raining, that guy almost instantly locked onto their hidden position.

In a rainy environment, the other party’s sensing ability and detection range should increase significantly.

After that, that guy can summon snake tails remotely in the rain. The power of the swinging snake tail can splinter trees that about two people can embrace. Judging by the instantaneous burst of power, it should be no weaker than Qin Kun’s outbursts; using an excavator as a unit should suffice.

Additionally, he can control the rain to become larger. The power of a single raindrop isn’t particularly strong, but it’s not something an ordinary person can withstand.

Lastly, rain can be controlled to gather into streams, enveloping people, slightly hindering movement. For ordinary people, it would be like falling into rapids, a considerable threat, with a significant chance of drowning.

Furthermore, the other party possesses an ability to erase people’s memories.

This is just what was seen this time; it’s quite troublesome. The other party’s development in this profession must be very deep.

This ability can’t be gained through petitioning.

Petitioning is akin to acquiring money, lifespan, and fortune from others, as a cost.

But petitioning can’t possibly fetch the ability, thoughts, and knowledge of others for making money.

Having recorded these, Wen Yan stopped, rubbed his head, trying to suppress the nauseating feeling in his mind.

Every time he sees that picture, he gets unbearably nauseous, yet that picture is the simplest, most direct, and very effective counteraction method.

After waiting for a while, when the sandstorm rolls in, Wen Yan looks up at the fragments caught in the sandstorm, temporarily giving up on the idea of trying to enter.

Best to head back first, wait for the puzzle to reset, and then discuss.

When the sandstorm roared in, with only wind and sand left around, Wen Yan proceeded amidst the sand, leaving the place.

…

In the courtyard where rain never ceased, the door to the main room opened, and a man dressed in plain long robes, with a beard, exuding ancient demeanor, walked to the doorway.

He looked up at the sky, noticing a place where fine rain had turned into a heavy downpour; he looked with a bit of gravity in his eyes but did nothing.

The place where heavy rain fell had one area where no rain fell, even splashing rain didn’t wet it.

Having suffered an intense loss once, he certainly wouldn’t let it happen at the same place twice.

“Ancient Dream is too dangerous, unpredictable, unfathomable…”

He gazed upward, and sure enough, soon, the place pouring heavy rain returned to its original state, reverting to a drizzling rain.

Seeing this scene, he knew the Ancient Dream linked to him was a big pit, ready for him to jump in.

Currently, he can’t ascertain exactly which one, nor can he determine what happened.

But he estimates, it should be similar to the last time.

In an Ancient Dream, there’s someone whose projection alone is extremely troublesome, almost completely countering his existence.

Fortunately, such an existence must have long been obliterated in time or is very far from revival.

He must speed up and seize time.

With a flick of his large sleeve, he passed through the corridor into the backyard. He stood in the backyard, looked at the house there, and said,

“Miss Qi, time is running out; you should be aware, you have no chance left.”