Chapter 1650: Chapter 1645: Folded Surface

The steps, at such a steep angle, and yet ascending them seemingly brings no harm?

Though it was only Miranda who spoke, she voiced the sentiments of the entire audience.

Some people, shocked, unconsciously held their wounds.

Each bloodstain bore the agony of being pierced through the body’s most vulnerable parts.

The memory was so vivid that, although the figure walking up the long steps was unharmed, each step seemed to tug at the pain beneath their palms.

However, after Miranda’s exclamation, this feeling slightly alleviated.

The psychological effect was subtle, but the core factor was the mysterious figure’s disregard, not even pausing.

This dismissive stance instinctively made everyone re-evaluate the initial notion and truly recognize its absurdity—if the rules were useless, how did he get hurt?

And the moment they realized this, it was as if everyone’s heartbeats thundered—

That person had said he knew how to escape this predicament...

And now he was truly leaving...

And demonstrating?

Interpreting Fu Qian’s actions in another way, everyone’s eyes widened, not missing any scene of his climb up the steps.

"Obstacles are but illusory symbols of the mind, and a clear path lies underfoot."

Almost simultaneously, the figure consistently ascending finally turned to glance at them, speaking in an unchanging gentle tone.

...

Illusory, underfoot?

A true master, never needs lengthy words.

Without saying more, Fu Qian turned back to continue his ascent, ignoring the bunch.

Seemingly slow yet swiftly, his figure in the blood-filled backdrop gradually required others to look up.

"Isn’t the blood... not flowing?"

As everyone hesitated, trying to grasp the master’s wisdom while debating whether to stop him before he was out of reach, the first person to respond spoke again, uncertainly.

Holding the slightly heavy "wheel," he placed it on the ground, perhaps discouraged by the master’s impact, not wanting to continue with this idea.

Not flowing?

Though the voice was low, at this moment, undoubtedly everyone’s ears were tuned in, instantly enlightening more than a few.

"It’s not a descending waterfall of blood—it remains still everywhere, seen by the ripples when feet land!"

Including Miranda.

Pointing at Fu Qian, who had reached a high point, her voice was sharp, nearly breaking.

It appeared to flow down from the top of the steps but was actually an illusion?

Essentially they’re static, just the overly smooth surface made it hard to realize?

"Like a folded water surface."

Facing eyes drawn by her voice, Miranda nodded knowingly, offering a vivid metaphor.

"Thus, in the rules’ judgment here, it may represent the same height, which is why he can walk on it."

"The way out was always before us, but we were too blind, assuming it was a dead-end."

Despite self-deprecation, pointing at Fu Qian’s receding figure, Miranda’s tone was yet irrepressibly excited.

The hopeless situation solved instantly this way, without additional cost!

Escaping was right in front of them, what was a little intellectual setback in comparison.

...

Though Miranda’s words were gripping, Huang Lezhan, the leader of the group, did not rush to speak, only gazing into the distance, watching Fu Qian’s departing feet.

"Makes some sense... It does seem like stepping on a still water surface."

From this distance and angle, distinguishing was not easy, but a few seconds later, Huang Lezhan forced a conclusion.

The main opponent was almost at the top of the steps, now referenced quickly before losing it.

"Yes, so we were misled by a false reverse attempt, and that gentleman earlier—"

Nodding slightly, Miranda hesitated, finally choosing a respectful term.

"He discovered this right away, hence the hint ’a clear path lies underfoot.’"

Speaking, Miranda glanced at the vigorously dug hole, her tone somewhat profound.

"The answer was near, but we stayed here so long without realizing, without even trying—"

"What if it’s not an illusion?"

However, this hidden innuendo was directly interrupted by Huang Lezhan.

"What do you mean?"

Although the situation reversed, some tensions didn’t just vanish.

Facing Huang Lezhan’s rather impolite tone, Miranda, evidently, didn’t seem eager to maintain harmony, glaring coldly alongside others and retorted.

"You also said it should be, but what if it’s not that counter-intuitive illusion?"

Huang Lezhan’s momentum didn’t falter, watching the silhouette climb to the steps’ top and vanish from view, then turned to speak.

Though it was clearly nitpicking.

It was survival mode, a glimmer of hope was precious, where’s the absolute certainty?

"Do you want me to try it first?"

As the minority, Miranda’s vigilance showed, instantly grasping the implication.

"Since you’re so confident..."

Huang Lezhan chuckled, genuinely gesturing.

"Do you overthink? This lifeline was originally obtained at my cost."

Miranda’s refusal was equally swift, expressing no surprise at his method.

"So you’re saying it’s your turn now?"

"Shall I remind why this group came here in the first place?"

Resistance to moral accusations, Huang Lezhan seemed strong, just continued chuckling.

"Misunderstanding, I meant overthinking not about this, never relied on it."

Unexpectedly, next moment Miranda’s smile grew brighter.

"Now the issue is, whether Blood Lion or Huang Lezhan, I don’t much care for their fates, do you?"

"Overthinking, is it believing I’m more eager than you?"

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