"So fragrant, it's the scent of love!"
The illusion changed once again, and a strange, magnetic echo rang out.
Tang San vanished instantly, sinking into nothingness with endless hatred; his role in the trial ended here.
Chu Feng stood up calmly. As expected, this should be the second layer of the illusion he had seen in the system's description.
So, he decided to first carefully observe his surroundings.
Xiao Wu approached with bleary eyes, saying sleepily, "Where is this? Are we back in reality?"
"No, and the situation is a bit dire."
Chu Feng and Xiao Wu were currently standing on a cross-bridge. A multitude of red-wood carved buildings lined both sides, and a crimson moon hung in the sky.
This wasn't a pleasant sight; it felt more like it was fraught with danger.
Xiao Wu asked in confusion, "Who was speaking just now? They sounded neither male nor female."
"I'm not sure, but perhaps they know."
Chu Feng saw a crowd gathered around something in the distance, seemingly performing tricks.
Xiao Wu looked up and stood on her tiptoes, saying slowly, "It looks like some charlatan is preaching."
Preaching? It seemed Xiao Wu understood the various principles of Daoist methods well, even knowing about preaching.
But to be preaching in such a strange place, they couldn't be just a simple charlatan.
"Let's go take a look."
After speaking, Chu Feng led Xiao Wu over. He remained focused, sensing a peculiar aura gathering toward him.
Meanwhile, Xiao Wu had already squeezed into the crowd, listening with great interest to a white-bearded old man's rambling.
"It is said that when Pangu created the heavens, he split the chaos..."
"Then Nuwa created humans, and the mortal world was transformed..."
Myths and legends? Telling these in the Douluo World was indeed fresh, but this was an illusion; no matter how much he said, it had no practical meaning.
"Little girl, seeing that we are fated, how about I gift you a set of words?"
The old man suddenly asked Xiao Wu, his tone quite joyful; even in an illusion, he seemed very sincere.
Xiao Wu became alert: "What?"
"I gift you these words: Dragon and phoenix reversed, evil thoughts arise; scrape the bone and sever the tendons to cleanse the spiritual root."
The old man's words weren't very auspicious; Chu Feng heard them loud and clear from the side.
The meaning of these words was implicitly mocking Chu Feng and Xiao Wu, while also guiding them toward a wrong method of Daoist cultivation—achieving spiritual root enlightenment through self-destruction. And this self-destruction required forcibly breaking the Heavenly Dao, which was essentially seeking death.
Of course, the old man didn't say how to break it, but Xiao Wu became interested.
After all, this was her God Conferment Trial. Her divinity was at its peak, making her more susceptible to the delusions within the illusion.
"Are you saying that if I want to become a god, I must remove evil?"
Xiao Wu understood half of it but not completely.
The old man shook his head. "Then what do you think of that person?" He was pointing at Chu Feng.
Xiao Wu said, "He is the person I love. Why?"
Then, the old man slapped the preaching table in front of him, and a dynamic image appeared on it.
A massive sword was plunged into a land flowing with rivers of blood. Tang San and Chu Feng were high in the sky, a battle seemingly on the verge of erupting.
"You are this sword. Who do you think is the sword-wielder?"
These words stunned Xiao Wu, and she actually began to contemplate.
However, Chu Feng had almost figured out this layer of the illusion. Although his Primordial Chaos Aura was heavily restricted here, he could still probe for information.
To put it bluntly, this was a brainwashing illusion intended to make Xiao Wu feel a sense of world-weariness.
Combined with the Tang San she saw earlier, it would be easy to make her collapse now. The most direct way was to make her believe that Chu Feng's Daoist methods were also fake.
Boom!
"Playing tricks."
Chu Feng didn't waste words, striking the old man's shabby stall with a palm.
Xiao Wu turned back in shock, "I just saw something like a prophecy. Will you and Tang San fight again?"
Chu Feng said, "Calm down. That's an illusion. If you really believe what that old man said, we'll likely die within this illusion."
"Really? But the images felt so real. Is Tang San really dead?"
Xiao Wu began to doubt her own mental state; the illusion was weakening her resilience.
Chu Feng shouted directly at the surroundings, "Show yourself. This might not be the same illusion as before."
"Haha, good eyes, but it's too late."
That familiar magnetic voice appeared, sounding quite effeminate.
As the voice spoke, the crimson moon in the sky grew restless, casting down waves of deep red ripples capable of interfering with one's mental space.
Xiao Wu immediately clenched her fists as if she were holding a sword, and she began to act strangely.
Chu Feng's gaze sharpened. He was about to draw his three-ring sword when a mysterious and powerful Daoist force swept past his back.
His three-ring sword became useless just like that, as if it had been placed under a sealing spell.
Chu Feng said nonchalantly, "Using such low-level tricks, and even daring to tamper with my illusion... it seems you are looking for your own demise."
The system's illusion was destined to have been altered from the moment that old man appeared. According to the original plan, this should have been the trial related to Xiao Wu becoming the Asura Sword Sheath, not this wretched place.
Someone capable of invading an illusion while possessing Daoist methods and sealing techniques was indeed extraordinary.
But in Chu Feng's eyes, they were still mediocre because the flaws appeared too quickly—so quickly it showed a lack of imagination.
Xiao Wu was currently in a daze. Her divine force was constantly dissipating and being absorbed by the surroundings. If she didn't return to normal, her divine force would be completely drained.
Chu Feng thought for a moment and directly summoned the Xingtian Martial Soul. Upon its appearance, most of the red buildings before him were shattered, followed by a mysterious red mist.
"Your Martial Soul might work against the Great Wind God, but it won't necessarily work against me."
The distorted voice came again, and slender red threads immediately showered down from the sky, illuminated brightly by the crimson moon.
The red threads actively coiled around the Xingtian Martial Soul's body, attempting to restrain it.
Chu Feng laughed, "This level of ability is still too inferior."
Boom!
Xingtian's body shimmered with golden light, and the threads Binding it melted instantly. Once it could move freely, it caused another wave of destruction.
"You dare to wantonly destroy my exquisite creation? Unforgivable!"
The Moon God? He finally revealed his identity. In just a few minutes, he couldn't hold out anymore.
According to the system's introduction, this Moon God was at the peak of a Second-Class Divinity, but within her Red Moon Illusion, she could directly increase her power by an entire rank, potentially rivaling a God King.
Of course, she wasn't very famous in the Douluo World because she was simply in charge of watching the moon.
Xiao Wu seemed to be under her control now, her spirit power gradually becoming a tool for the Moon God to fight with.
But Chu Feng was unconcerned. He had done this on purpose; he had been worrying about the outcome of Xiao Wu's god conferment, and now it seemed someone was delivering a God Position for free. Wasn't this perfect?
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