Chapter 1780

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　　The three arrived at the brightly lit entrance of the passage. At a glance, their expressions turned solemn.
　　The end of the passage truly opened into a unique world.
　　Looking up, the sky was gloomy, with a blood-red moon hanging high, casting a faint crimson glow.
　　Ahead lay a landscape of mountains and forests, but upon closer inspection, the trees were dark brown, the grass withered and yellow, and the massive mountains bore a deep red hue, as if repeatedly soaked in blood.
　　Meanwhile, between the mountains, faint traces of waterfalls and streams could be seen—their waters a bloody red.
　　This world seemed stripped of all color, leaving only black and blood-red.
　　Zhou Yuan frowned slightly at the sight.
　　Huang Yu said with fear and trembling, “How does this look like hell？”
　　Zhou Yuan chuckled and said, “Maybe it’s the Asura Hell？”
　　”Old senior, don’t scare me, I can’t handle being frightened.”
　　Zhou Yuan looked at Huang Yu’s expression and was left speechless.
　　This little guy is way too timid.
　　However, if it were him, seeing something beyond his understanding would probably scare him out of his wits too.
　　Zhou Yuan glanced at Ye Wushuang and noticed that while his expression was solemn, there wasn’t a trace of fear in his eyes.
　　Ye Wushuang’s temperament was completely at odds with his age.
　　”Since we’re already here, let’s see what mysteries this place holds！”
　　With that, Ye Wushuang headed into the forest ahead.
　　The mountains, waters, and woods were eerily silent, and the sound of the trio’s footsteps on the dry branches was unnervingly loud.
　　”Shi Yutan, Huang Song, and the others, as well as Pei Wenjie and his group—where have they all gone？” Huang Yu asked nervously. “Could they already be dead？”
　　Ye Wushuang replied, “We’re only a few steps behind them. If there were a fight nearby, we’d hear it. Most likely, they’re fine. Even if something did happen and we didn’t notice, it means the danger is beyond us. If we encounter it, we might as well accept our fate.”
　　Huang Yu’s face showed a hint of resignation.
　　Elder Zhou was calm and composed, Ye Wushuang was bold, but he alone felt unsure, finding everything around him terrifying.
　　Suddenly.
　　”Ah！！！”
　　Huang Yu let out a scream, his face turning pale.
　　”What are you yelling for？” Ye Wushuang immediately covered Huang Yu’s mouth and scolded.
　　”Young Master Ye, look…” Huang Yu pointed trembling toward the southwest.
　　There, at the foot of a small hill, the cliff face was pale brown, and etched into the surface were one after another human faces, appearing truly horrifying.
　　It was like looking into a dim place and suddenly seeing a crowd of heads staring back at you.
　　Ye Wushuang raised an eyebrow.
　　The three of them moved closer to the foot of the hill, and as they neared, the faces became even clearer.
　　”The　Thousand-Face　Wall！”
　　Zhou Yuan’s voice carried a hint of surprise.
　　”The Thousand-Face Wall？ What’s that？” Huang Yu blurted out.
　　Zhou Yuan explained slowly, “People have countless transformations, the world endless variations. The so-called Thousand-Face Wall is actually a fusion of different human faces, each representing an emotion, a thought—thousands of faces, thousands of minds, all distinct.”
　　Huang Yu asked, puzzled, “But what’s the use of that？”
　　”If one can maintain self-awareness within the Thousand-Face Wall, it strengthens their resolve in pursuing martial arts.”
　　”Is it a test of willpower？”
　　”Hmm…”
　　Huang Yu looked around and then at the Thousand-Faced Wall before him, unable to suppress his curiosity： “This is just too bizarre. If it’s a good place, why is it just left out here in the open？”
　　Zhou Yuan glanced around but did not answer.
　　”Let me give it a try！”
　　At this moment, Ye Wushuang stepped forward, approaching the wall, and said to Huang Yu： “You can try it too. It will be greatly beneficial to your future path of cultivation.”
　　Hearing this, Huang Yu hesitated only briefly before joining Ye Wushuang, standing one zhang away from the Thousand-Faced Wall.
　　”Uh…” Huang Yu looked at Ye Wushuang and couldn’t help but ask curiously： “So… how does the test begin？”
　　”Calm your mind and unify your thoughts, keeping your body and mind empty.”
　　”Alright！”
　　With that, the two stood firmly before the wall and closed their eyes.
　　In the next moment, Huang Yu felt as if countless hands were pulling him into a bizarre realm of time and space.
　　Soon after, Huang Yu saw a village, where he now stood at the entrance, observing a large crowd of villagers—men and women, young and old—gathered there.
　　At that moment, the group was assaulting a graceful and beautiful woman.
　　A full hundred people beating a single defenseless woman.
　　”What are you doing？”
　　Huang Yu immediately roared in anger, shouting, “What are you all doing bullying a woman like this？”
　　As Huang Yu’s furious roar faded, the crowd stopped their assault, but the next moment, all the men, women, and children around turned into withered bones, scattering across the ground, while the beaten woman transformed into a black snake, darting swiftly toward Huang Yu’s head.
　　”Holy shit！”
　　Huang Yu froze for a moment before hastily swinging his hand and throwing a punch.
　　Bang…
　　The woman’s figure exploded, but in an instant, thousands of her images surrounded them, leaving Huang Yu dazzled and disoriented.
　　”Illusions！ They’re illusions, all illusions！” Huang Yu’s head buzzed as he repeatedly reminded himself to stay alert.
　　At the same time.
　　Before the Thousand-Faced Wall.
　　Zhou Yuan leisurely squinted his eyes, leaning against a large rock as he watched Ye Wushuang and Huang Yu standing before the stone wall.
　　Since the two entered meditation.
　　Huang Yu had been trembling nonstop, while Ye Wushuang appeared remarkably calm.
　　Suddenly, in an instant.
　　Ye Wushuang’s figure shuddered, and he staggered back a few steps, exhaling deeply and wiping the sweat from his face.
　　”That　was　fast！”
　　Zhou Yuan chuckled and said, “Fifty breaths in total—impressive！”
　　Hearing this, Ye Wushuang sat cross-legged on the ground, calming his internal energy before speaking： “This should be the Thousand-Faced Wall left by a sage, right？ Its power… is extraordinary.”
　　Zhou Yuan smiled without answering, instead turning to Huang Yu and asking again： “How long do you think this guy will take to wake up？”
　　”No idea.”
　　”I bet it’ll take at least a quarter of an hour.”
　　Ye Wushuang said nothing, sitting cross-legged on the ground and circulating his internal energy.
　　The Thousand-Faced Wall is a trial of one’s willpower and offers no benefit to realm advancement.
　　Yet, for martial artists, the growth of willpower can sometimes be more important than realm advancement.
　　”Holy crap！”
　　Suddenly.
　　Huang Yu gasped heavily, collapsing onto the ground, breathing heavily with sweat pouring down his face.
　　”Too terrifying, too terrifying.”
　　Huang Yu shouted with a pale face.