Chapter 216 Crossroads

Zhou Wen and Li Xuan hurried over, grabbed the madman's hand, and tried to pull him out of the door.

When they went over, both of them were very careful and did not cross the threshold. As long as they did not cross the threshold, they would not be considered to have entered the temple for trial.

But just as Zhou Wen grabbed the madman's hand, he felt a strange force coming from the Temple of Tracks, pulling him in forcibly.

Zhou Wen immediately felt that something was wrong. He and Li Xuan had clearly grabbed the madman's hand at the same time, and neither of them had crossed the threshold. Why was Li Xuan fine, but he was pulled into the door by a force?

Li Xuan stretched out his hand to pull Zhou Wen, but it was too late. After Zhou Wen was sucked into the gate, there was a bang, and the gate of the Temple of Tracks automatically closed, separating Li Xuan from the outside.

Seeing that he and the madman were locked in the gate, Zhou Wen pulled the madman and turned around to go to the back. Generally speaking, even if the trial has already started, one can choose to quit.

But when Zhou Wen turned around, he stopped there. There was no stone gate behind him. Not only was there no stone gate, there was nothing as far as the eye could see. There was only a road leading straight into the distance, and at the end of the road was the blue sky and white clouds.

Zhou Wen turned his body 360 degrees and immediately found that he and the madman were standing at a crossroads. There were straight roads in all four directions leading to the horizon. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but the roads and the endless grassland.

There is no such thing as a temple or a stone wall.

"What's going on? The test requires us to choose a path? But the roads in all four directions are the same. How should we choose? Can you give us some hints?" Zhou Wen shouted to the sky.

There must be some creature controlling everything inside the temple, otherwise he would not have been pulled in. However, Zhou Wen waited for a long time but did not hear any voice responding to him.

At this time, the unconscious madman woke up. He rubbed his head and sat up, then looked around with a look of confusion on his face.

"What is this place?" The madman looked less crazy and asked.

"Temple of Tracks, haven't you been here twice?" Zhou Wen looked at him strangely, because his eyes had been blinded by himself before, but now they were intact.

"Is this the Temple of Tracks? Isn't there a ship inside the Temple of Tracks?" The madman was surprised and stared at Zhou Wen suspiciously, as if he was judging whether what Zhou Wen said was true or false.

"What you saw when you entered the Temple of Tracks was a ship?" Zhou Wen felt something was wrong. If the ship was really just an illusion seen by the madman, then he estimated that it would be difficult for him to get anything out of the madman's mouth.

"Yes, it's a ship." When the madman mentioned the ship, the expression on his face began to change again, but fortunately he did not have an attack like before.

Zhou Wen quickly changed the subject, pointing to the anchor tattoo on his arm and asking, "Your tattoo is quite interesting. Does it have any special meaning?"

The madman seemed confused and answered subconsciously: "This is the tattoo my dad gave me when I was a child. He is a sailor. He said it was the mark on their ship. When I grow up, I can become a sailor like him and work on his ship."

"Is there still such a profession as sailor now?" Zhou Wen asked doubtfully. As far as he knew, in recent decades, no ship dared to go to sea. Even if someone went to sea, they were epic-level strongmen driving their companion pets. They didn't need a ship at all, let alone a sailor.

"Yes, of course. There are many fishing boats in our hometown. We go out to sea to fish every day. But my dad's boat is a little different. It is a long-distance ship that passes through many countries and sells different goods in different countries." The madman looked much more sober.

"Wait, you said the country?" Zhou Wen stared at the madman with a strange expression, trying to make sure if he was kidding him.

The concept of country existed before the extra-dimensional storm. After the extra-dimensional storm, there was only the federation but no country. It was because humans united together that they survived that catastrophe.

"Yeah, is there anything wrong?" The madman looked at Zhou Wen in surprise, as if what he said was as it should be.

"Brother, how old are you?" Zhou Wen asked.

"Seventeen, why are you asking this?" the madman asked doubtfully.

"Are you kidding me? After the extra-dimensional storm, there are no countries left. The sea is full of extra-dimensional areas. No one dares to go into the sea anymore, let alone go fishing. It's good enough if you don't get eaten by fish." Zhou Wen said.

"What do you mean? What Federation, what extra-dimensional storm?" The madman now looked at Zhou Wen with the same eyes as before, as if he was looking at a madman.

"Okay, don't tell me that you were born before the extra-dimensional storm." Zhou Wen frowned and looked at the madman, thinking that this person was playing a trick on him. Maybe he was not crazy from the beginning.

The madman looked at Zhou Wen seriously and said, "I don't know what you mean. My name is Alai. I was born in Langya Town, not far from the sea. I came here for... for..."

At this point, Alai was stunned, as if he could no longer remember why he came here.

Zhou Wen didn't know whether this man was truly crazy or just pretending to be crazy, so he asked, "How did you know about the Holy Land, and how did you get here?"

"What holy place? Isn't this the Six Paths Hall?" Alai asked curiously.

"Six Paths Hall?" Zhou Wen was also confused. He felt like he was communicating with an alien and had no idea what the other person was saying.

"Yes, it's the Six Paths Hall, this is..." Alai found that he seemed to have forgotten it again. He rubbed his head, but still couldn't figure it out.

"You know this is the Temple of Tracks, right?" Zhou Wen asked again.

"Yes, this is the Temple of Trails, one of the Six Paths Temple." Alai answered affirmatively.

"Then do you remember why you came here?" Zhou Wen continued to ask.

Alai thought for a moment, his expression gradually becoming grim: "I seem to remember that I followed my father onto his boat, and then... then... we encountered a storm... and then... and then..."

At this point, Alai suddenly held his head and screamed, then soon fell to the ground and twitched continuously. After a while, he fainted again.

Zhou Wen checked his body and found that he was not pretending, but was really unconscious, and his expression became more and more strange.

"What's going on with this guy? Is he really... Impossible... He is only seventeen years old... Impossible..." Zhou Wen looked at Alai, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Alai was still unaware, so Zhou Wen had to find a way out. However, all he could see were straight roads in four directions.

Zhou Wen summoned the mutant lotus ant and had it carry Alai on its back as it walked in one direction.

(End of this chapter)