At Lin Moyu’s words, Lu Fengyao was suddenly startled. “That’s right, with so many people having walked here, it should have long since been reduced to powder, not still look like stone.”

At this moment, Saintess Xianlian interjected, "Is it possible that this road has the ability to automatically restore itself?"

Lin Moyu said, "That possibility isn't out of the question, but I have an intuition that this road shouldn't be walked like that."

Lu Fengyao urged, "We don't have much time here. If you've discovered something, just say it all at once."

Lin Moyu said, "There is a force here that restricts our ability to fly. Why restrict our flight? It's nothing more than wanting us to walk across step by step."

"But why make us walk across step by step? Is it a trap? I don't think so. A trap wouldn't be set right at the beginning."

"This is the burial ground of the God-Slaughtering Sect. If this road is the path to enter the sect, it can only have two purposes."

"One is to welcome guests, the other is to test them."

"Welcoming guests is clearly no longer the case, so that leaves only a test."

"Combined with the restriction against flying, the requirement of the test becomes obvious: it is how to traverse this road without damaging the stones."

Lin Moyu stated his judgment, then added, "Of course, this is just my guess. You don't have to listen if you don't want to."

Lu Fengyao rolled her eyes at Lin Moyu. "Since you've already said as much, how could I not believe you?"

Saintess Xianlian also said, "Xianlian also believes what Fellow Daoist Lin has said."

Lin Moyu's comprehension had already been proven during the Heavenly Pride Tournament, and comprehension, to a certain extent, is equivalent to intelligence.

Coupled with Lu Fengyao's reaction, Saintess Xianlian chose to trust Lin Moyu.

Lu Fengyao couldn't be bothered to think about it. "Then tell us, how should we get across?"

Lin Moyu smiled. "Just get across like this."

Chapter 2792: Not Walking, but Floating Together

As Lin Moyu's voice fell, his Power of Origin erupted, forcibly resisting the power pressing down on him.

The power was like a towering giant wave, surging upwards in waves.

Gradually, Lin Moyu began to float. Although he was only a tiny bit off the ground, at least he was no longer touching the stones. Lin Moyu controlled his height, keeping less than half an inch from the stones, and slowly floated forward.

Seeing this, Saintess Xianlian couldn't help but say, "Fellow Daoist Lin is indeed clever."

Lin Moyu's approach seemed foolish, but it was the best method he could think of in a short time.

The most critical point was that Saintess Xianlian had never thought that the restriction placed upon her could be resisted.

She had always assumed that the restriction was a rule, and one must proceed according to the rules.

This kind of thinking, going against the grain, had never occurred to her.

Lin Moyu's approach opened up her train of thought; there was no need to remain bound by conventions.

Just as she was thinking, a massive aura rose from Lu Fengyao's body.

Following that, Lu Fengyao also floated up and drifted forward just like Lin Moyu.

Saintess Xianlian no longer hesitated; she urged her own power to resist the restriction on her body.

She floated up, and she floated higher than Lin Moyu.

She quickly flew forward and soon caught up to Lu Fengyao.

Her cultivation realm was high and her power was strong; catching up to Lin Moyu was a matter of an instant.

A force descended, and the power of the restriction suddenly increased, causing her height to sink a little.

Her reaction was half a beat slow, and her feet landed on the ground instantly, though she floated up again immediately after.

A pair of footprints were left on the ground, and the stones she had touched had already turned into powder.

Saintess Xianlian seemed startled, and this time she floated even higher.

In an instant, an even more powerful restriction descended, pressing her straight down.

Two more footprints appeared on the ground, and another pile of stones turned into powder.

Saintess Xianlian tried her best to calm her mind and compose herself, while simultaneously and cautiously resisting the restriction, allowing herself to float up once more.

This time, she didn't dare to fly too fast, slowly drifting forward.

As she moved forward, the restrictive force on her body kept changing, fluctuating in size, causing Saintess Xianlian's figure to bob up and down in mid-air.

Fortunately, her speed wasn't fast, and under her careful control, she didn't touch the stones again.

Saintess Xianlian finally discovered that the higher one floats and the faster one drifts, the greater the power consumed, and the more severe the fluctuations of the restriction on one's body.

She needed more power to resist it, and her precision would drop significantly.

If one floated low enough and drifted slowly, the impact would be reduced.

Finally, she understood why Lin Moyu wanted to drift along, hugging the rubble.

It wasn't that one couldn't float higher, but that one shouldn't float higher.

It wasn't that one couldn't drift faster, but that one shouldn't drift faster.

One must leave oneself enough time to react.

"He clearly discovered it, yet he didn't say anything…" Saintess Xianlian felt a bit displeased in her heart; Lin Moyu had deliberately kept it to himself.

Looking at Lu Fengyao again, she discovered that Lu Fengyao was just like Lin Moyu, moving forward while hugging the stones, and both of them were constantly adjusting their power levels, clearly resisting the restriction.

"Did you tell Feng Yao, or did Feng Yao realize it herself?"

Lu Fengyao's situation clearly showed she knew what to do. It just wasn't clear if it was Lin Moyu who told her, or if Lu Fengyao had realized it herself.

There wasn't much time for her to dwell on this question. Saintess Xianlian imitated Lin Moyu, controlling her power and drifting forward while hugging the stones.

She was the strongest heaven's pride of this generation; whether it was talent, comprehension, or control over power, she was a top-tier existence. What Lin Moyu was doing wasn't difficult, and in just a moment, Saintess Xianlian had mastered it completely.

"This way, it's indeed much easier to control."

"How on earth did you discover this?"

Saintess Xianlian looked at Lin Moyu's back, feeling that this Mid-stage Heavenly Venerate was very interesting.

Lin Moyu hadn't actually explained everything clearly. His judgment of this road wasn't entirely a guess. Everyone would assume the stones had been eroded by death energy for countless years, which is why they became fragile at a touch.

Lin Moyu was extremely sensitive to death energy, and he discovered that there was no death energy within these stones. Not only was there none inside the stones, but there was no death energy on the surface either.

In other words, the reason these stones crumbled at a touch was not because of the influence of death energy at all.

This also became an important basis for Lin Moyu's judgment; this road was actually a test.

The death energy permeating the road was just a smokescreen to deceive people.

Dongfang Wuwen and Saint Son Tianhuan hadn't discovered it and had fallen straight for the trick.

As for what difference would result from the two methods of walking and floating, Lin Moyu was not clear.

He drifted toward the end of the road at a steady speed.

Mist spread out ahead, and Dongfang Wuwen and Saint Son Tianhuan were long gone from sight; only the footprints left by the two of them remained on the road.

However, gradually, the footprints of the two began to deviate.

Originally, the two's footprints were parallel, running toward the end of the road like two horizontal lines.

But when they were halfway through the road, the angles of their footprints began to differ. It seemed they had parted ways here, each heading in a different direction.

However, when Lin Moyu looked left and right, there were no roads on either side, and the two had disappeared in such a bizarre manner.

Looking back, he found that Lu Fengyao and Saintess Xianlian were still in sight, and their path hadn't changed.

Looking further into the distance, the figures of the Three Ancestors and the others were completely invisible. The omnipresent mist blocked his vision; not only could he not see them, but he could no longer sense the aura of the Three Ancestors and the others.

Only the ninth-rank origin spirit vein still had a faint response, though it was already very weak.

Lin Moyu understood that he had entered the territory of the God-Slaughtering Sect, and the inner and outer worlds were isolated.

Lu Fengyao caught up. "Why did you stop?"

Lin Moyu said, "Look at the footprints on the ground."

Lu Fengyao looked over, her brows slightly furrowed. "They separated here?"

She also looked left and right. "But there's no road here."

Saintess Xianlian also floated over. She had heard Lu Fengyao's words and simultaneously saw the footprints. Her expression became somewhat strange. "There's no road; where could they have gone?"

Lin Moyu shook his head. "I'm not sure. The only thing we can be certain of now is that the two of them have separated."

Lu Fengyao's expression was serious. "Let's go together, don't separate."

Saintess Xianlian also immediately nodded. "Let's go together."

Lin Moyu chuckled. "Not walk, but float together!"

As he spoke, he drifted forward again, looking not the least bit worried, which formed a sharp contrast with the expressions of Saintess Xianlian and Lu Fengyao.

The three of them flew forward side by side, controlling their height and keeping a distance of less than an inch from the stones on the ground.

When they had drifted past two-thirds of the road, mist suddenly rose up ahead.

The mist spread at an astonishing speed, enveloping the three of them.

Lu Fengyao lost sight of Lin Moyu before her eyes, and even her sensing was cut off; it seemed as if she were the only one left in the entire world.

Her heart tightened, and she immediately cried out to Lin Moyu.

However, she discovered that her voice couldn't be transmitted at all; it was completely swallowed by the mist.

Her heart became even more tense; she seemed to know why Dongfang Wuwen and Saint Son Tianhuan had parted ways.

In the mist, it was impossible to distinguish directions.

At this moment, a rope suddenly flew through the mist. Lu Fengyao was quick-eyed and nimble-handed, grabbing the rope. The rope had Lin Moyu's aura on it, which made Lu Fengyao feel at ease.

Chapter 2793: So Many Years, Could It All Be Wrong?

Holding the rope, Lu Fengyao passed through the mist and saw Lin Moyu again.

Lu Fengyao revealed a hint of surprise and joy. "How did you know my location?"

Lin Moyu spoke the truth. "I don't know."

Lu Fengyao raised the rope in her hand. "Then how could you throw the rope over?"

"Because…" Lin Moyu also raised his hand; he held a rope as well. The only difference was that the rope in his hand split into hundreds of strands after half a meter. These ropes drilled into the mist, extending in all directions, like a large net spreading out in the impenetrable mist.

Only then did Lu Fengyao know that Lin Moyu indeed didn't know where she was.

However, he had used this method to find her; although it was simple, it was incredibly practical.

The mist rolled, and a flash of cyan and red color flickered as Saintess Xianlian also drifted over from the mist, holding a rope. After seeing the rope in Lin Moyu's hand, she already knew what was going on.

"Such a simple method, and I actually didn't think of it."

The method Lin Moyu used was indeed very simple, yet very practical. While Saintess Xianlian muttered to herself in her heart, she opened her mouth and said, "Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Lin."

Lin Moyu smiled. "I didn't really do anything. These mists shouldn't be dangerous; they just want to separate us, but it's not the kind of situation where we must be separated."

"The various restrictions here seem to have ways to be broken; it all depends on whether you can find the corresponding method."

"Let's keep floating!"

Saying this, Lin Moyu drifted forward again, and Lu Fengyao and Saintess Xianlian pulled the rope, following Lin Moyu as they floated together.

Lu Fengyao and Saintess Xianlian were already acquainted; although they couldn't be called close friends, their relationship was decent. The two of them pulling the rope together and following Lin Moyu as they floated was actually quite harmonious.

The three of them drifted in the mist. The mist became thicker and thicker, and in the end, no one could even see their own hands, only able to feel the rope they were still holding.

Saintess Xianlian suddenly asked, "Is our direction correct?"

Her voice was swallowed by the mist and couldn't travel very far. Saintess Xianlian's heart stirred, and she used a soul transmission to ask again, "Is our direction correct?"

Lin Moyu's voice came from the mist. "It's not important!"

Three words—a short, simple answer—actually already provided the correct answer.

Saintess Xianlian was stunned for a moment, then realized that she had truly asked a silly question.

It really wasn't important; the mist was so heavy that there was no need to consider the direction anymore.

In other words, it should be that no matter which direction one takes, it's not wrong.

The mist doesn't necessarily want you to find the correct direction, but rather hopes you will walk in a fixed direction.

Different directions might lead to different situations, but none of them are wrong.

The remaining road wasn't too long. After Lin Moyu led the two of them floating for a while, the mist began to thin, and their vision was restored accordingly.