Chapter 1302: Collapse, Identity

Wen Yan looked coldly, casually crushed the head of its idol, and tossed it aside.

Before he could do anything else, he saw the environment here begin to blur from a distance, with the sky collapsing and the ground rising, the two starting to merge into one.

Wen Yan turned and left, quickly rushing out of the mist. Any direction he left from here would only lead to Auntie’s ancient dream; it was impossible to go elsewhere, as Auntie had already captured this puzzle.

As he emerged from the puzzle, he saw the piece caught in the sandstorm begin to implode inward, eventually shrinking continuously and disappearing into the sandstorm.

Wen Yan frowned slightly, not quite understanding why. By logic, the power level inside this giant tree puzzle was obviously higher than that of the small temple puzzle, so why did it collapse directly after being consumed once?

This clearly exhausted the most core support inside, making it impossible for this giant tree ancient dream to continue existing.

Previously, he actually felt that the Giant Python should not have been so easily defeated; he was still waiting for that guy to enter stage two, but nothing happened.

After pondering for a long time, Wen Yan could only assume that the robed man transformed from the Giant Python after seeking sealing had the ability to immediately extend to the ancient dream guy and directly gave up interference.

Is this guy so cautious?

Afraid of interfering again and getting caught by Auntie, making gold coins explode?

Wen Yan felt some regret, but not much, as the Yellow Immortal Child in the giant tree ancient dream was indeed too weak; even with the blessing of the Explosive Great Sun, its blessing couldn’t form a fourth mountain.

Looking at the surrounding sandstorm, Wen Yan took a small metal box from his bag and placed it into the sandstorm.

“Auntie, this is the little guy’s favorite thing to eat, you should try it too. I’m leaving, will come again next time.”

Wen Yan carried the human-shaped key that had long fainted Er Jingong, moving swiftly through the sandstorm to leave quickly.

This time he intended to directly find the true Yellow Immortal Child and then continue slowly brushing the dungeon later.

Because when he tried cultivating, he could feel that when breaking through that stone gate, the Huang Pi Zi statue on the stone gate would give an abnormal interference; this was likely because the Yellow Immortal Child was still alive, causing such resonance and vitality.

After coming out of the Nether Path, Wen Yan uploaded the video to the Black Box, asking the Black Box to focus on tracking the old man with the inverted triangle eyes in there.

Immediately, the Black Box provided some information.

“Ye Er, also known as Ye Lao San, Ye San Ye.

Born in 1902, died in 1989, lived for 87 years, buried in Northeast Hometown Xiaoniu Zi Tun.

Was a local rich merchant, founded one of the earliest private companies to do cross-border trade.

Had once, under the guise of purchasing scrap steel, acquired tanks and others retired by northern neighbors.

During his lifetime, he was the chairman of the local chamber of commerce, a representative of a grassroots party, funded many people, and invested in numerous companies.

Before his death, the companies he controlled had invested in a total of 820 medium, large, and small enterprises.

These included real estate, mining, clothing, antiques, steel, and cross-border trade.

He was one of the first in the Northeast to respond to the slogan of keeping antiques within the Divine Land.

Due to a haunted incident at the ancestral home, he had a connection with the Scorching Sun Department.

He once, as a representative of the grassroots party, signed a proposal to restrict the powers of the Scorching Sun Department and reduce its personnel.

After the Ghost Market blood incident, an investigation traced companies under Ye Er’s control, linking them to the Ghost Market.

However, before the blood incident occurred, he had already died of illness.

Subsequently, the enterprises he founded during his lifetime were quickly dismantled, annexed by others.

He had two wives during his lifetime, the first of whom passed away, and all his children died due to hereditary diseases, leaving only his second wife alive.”

Wen Yan wasn’t stupidly holding up a phone to record videos; the filming equipment was fixed on his chest, naturally capturing the face.

Didn’t expect to get the information so easily, this guy was one of those who supported the cutback of the Scorching Sun Department’s powers back then.

At that time, someone capable of doing cross-border trade, earning foreign exchange, and even acquiring tanks under the guise of scrap metal surely had not low a status.

And back then, the Scorching Sun Department’s status wasn’t high either; it was like having only a few big cats and small cats.

So, this guy might even know the General Director.

Thinking about it, if this guy hadn’t died, he would be over 120 years old today.

Based on what Wen Yan saw today, that guy certainly didn’t look like someone over 120 years old, more like a possessed old man in his sixties.

Living this long, if no special means were used, Wen Yan didn’t believe it.

At such an old age, having been prosperous before, now still acting irrationally, claiming this guy isn’t mentally ill, Wen Yan also didn’t believe it.

“Continue investigating.”

Wen Yan gave instructions to the Black Box and was still waiting when his phone rang, it was Granny Fox calling.

“Hello, Wen Yan, I just heard you’re coming over personally, right?”

“Ah, Granny, you’re in the Northeast?”

“Yeah, you’re going to take care of that Yellow Immortal Child yourself, right?”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay, then you come first. We should be finding the way soon.”

“Got it.”

Wen Yan perked up and immediately prepared to set off for the Northeast.

Meanwhile, in the Old Linzi, Granny Fox sat on a rock, hands tucked in her sleeves, looking at a group of Huang Pi Zi in front of her.

At the edge, a Huang Pi Zi quietly backed away, trying to sneak under the nearby tree to escape, when a shadow flashed by, and the Huang Pi Zi disappeared.

A little distance away on the clearing, a Huang Pi Zi with two bloody small holes on its head fell there.

Instantly killed.

And on the clearing, there were already seven or eight such killed Huang Pi Zi.

By the stream nearby, Golden Eagle Old Man had one foot turned into an eagle claw, washing in the creek, muttering as he washed.

“Damn brat, in such cold weather, again making me touch stink, we should just kill them all at once and be done with it.”

And in the distance, twenty to thirty meters away, a large group of Huang Pi Zi guarded there, glaring coldly at those surrounding Huang Pi Zi in the middle.

The struggle between the two factions had turned one-sided due to Golden Eagle Old Man’s strong intervention.

Granny Fox ignored Golden Eagle Old Man’s complaints, her hands in her sleeves, looking at the remaining Huang Pi Zi.

“You’ve crossed the line too much this time, I wanted to leave you some incense, keeping the conflict within a certain range.

If I don’t come, you decide when it starts, but not when it ends.

I’ll ask one more time, where’s the temple? Where are the people? Who’s involved?

You might only have about ten minutes left to speak up; the sooner you talk, the better I can mediate.

They’re already very impatient over there, you should know, artillery has been mobilized today.

Any later, even my old face won’t be useful.

They’re planning to solve these issues within two days; don’t think it’s just about dying.

Dying would be the best outcome.

The Three Mountains and Five Ridges have not moved, many sects have not moved, to show mercy, not wanting to expand the impact too broadly.

If you wish for the ‘Yellow’ in the Pure Faction to be removed forever, then keep holding back, best not to say anything.”