According to where Wen Yan is standing now, the further forward he goes, the more severe the breaking and distortion become.

He looked around, totally confused, and he couldn’t understand how Wen Yan managed to navigate through this broken terrain and safely arrive here.

The place they were standing was basically broken sky stacked between mountains, leaving just enough space that it wasn’t completely broken nor inside the mountains.

Tong Si described in detail the situation he saw, and as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately said.

"It moved, the mountains here moved, and the broken sky moved too."

Ridges seemed to be shifting, like numerous giant shards of broken glass in the cloven sky, all gathering together and being gently stirred by some power.

Wen Yan immediately took out his phone to check the precise location, and the GPS indicated that he had moved several meters, yet he didn’t feel himself moving at all.

Then he saw a prompt on his phone, the signal strength began to rapidly decline.

In just two or three seconds, the phone signal vanished.

Wen Yan put away his phone, now understanding why even though he wasn’t lost, something still felt off.

He hadn’t taken a wrong path, nor was he lost.

Because he truly wasn’t wrong, but everything external was changing, and the result was that correspondingly, he was wrong but couldn’t feel it, just sensing something wasn’t quite right.

He had known before that no ability is invincible.

Grandma’s blessing could indeed be diminished; he’d encountered this before.

But he hadn’t expected Nevermore Lost to meet its corresponding weakening method here.

The literal meaning of "it’s not me who’s wrong, it’s the world."

From the giant bones in Nether Path, suspected remains of a Giant Python or Giant Dragon, to the sea of white bone flowers, and now, as he moved from the outskirts of Wangjia Valley to Wangjia Valley, he faced hindrances.

This suggests something is particularly resistant to his arrival at Wangjia Valley.

The things in the Nether Path can be said to be remnants from a very long time ago, now awakened.

But at this moment he’s in the living world, and still encountering this obstacle, it can only be some intelligent being deliberately trying to stop him.

He hasn’t even seen where these people are or who they are; using this seemingly harmless, more delay-inducing method likely indicates something very important is going on.

This matter is very likely related to Old Wang, Wang Jianjun, and the Witch Priest.

The task arranged by Grandma is indeed a bit tough.

"Is it still moving?" Wen Yan asked Tong Si.

"Actually, it hasn’t stopped moving, it’s always been moving; but it just accelerated a bit earlier, that’s why I saw it. Being in these mountains, if it were to keep moving like this very evenly and steadily, I wouldn’t be able to notice it."

"From those breaks, did you see anything else?"

"No, it’s as if chunks of the broken sky are all piled up together, as if they were in a blender, being mixed according to some pattern."

"Alright, I get it, you guys rest inside the Jade Pendant first."

Wen Yan gathered Tong Si and the others back up, looked ahead, bent slightly, and then blessed himself with an Explosive Great Sun. In the next moment, his figure shot out like a tiger running wildly in the mountain forest.

He now had two choices: either rush forward at the fastest speed, far exceeding the speed of the terrain itself moving.

After all, when his phone still had a signal earlier, it showed he had advanced by dozens of meters crossing a mountain, not even running so wildly then.

If this didn’t work, he’d have to try another path.

Since I’m not wrong and the world is wrong, I’ll just go wrong with the world; there has to be a change.

As for whether to retreat now, he hadn’t considered it.

Since he came, he was determined to finish what needed doing.

He also believed something was about to happen next, undoubtedly something happening today.

Wen Yan ran like flames burning, recklessly through the mountains, especially when descending, crossing six or seven meters in a single step.

Climbing another ridge without pausing, he continued sprinting.

Crossing three ridges in succession, he could sense the speed of the terrain was accelerating; acceleration is most easily felt when it occurs.

He grinned, stepping on Heavenly Gang, his blood surged within, muscles in his limbs began to swell, and his speed increased a bit more.

Time drifted slowly, in the dead of night, it seemed only Wen Yan was there, running wildly through this desolate mountain.

From deep night, running wildly for nearly two hours, finally climbing a ridge, at last, those endless mountains, orderly ridges disappeared.

Wen Yan stood still, his whole body steaming with heat, Yang Energy mingled with boiling blood, like flames clinging to him.

He looked back and saw the endless ridges had vanished as well.

Near dawn, and it showed a tendency to brighten slightly.

Standing on the ridge, gazing at the distant village, from this distance, some families who woke up early had already begun to emit light smoke.

Wen Yan strode down the mountain, heading straight for the village.

When he descended the slope, stepping onto flat ground, he felt a profound, ancient sensation wash over him, the distinction of enduring time especially clear.

Because he had felt it before.

Looking back, the dry grass slope where he came from had turned into a lush green grass slope, trees around that nearly shed all their leaves now hung with verdant branches.