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"Turns out it's the Illusion Demon Ancestor from over ten thousand years ago during the Demon Moon Period. The world has long believed you ascended to immortality, but it seems we share the same fate, sigh," Ruo Shui Laozu lamented.
"What are you compared to me!" the Illusion Demon Ancestor roared.
With a single punch, the Illusion Demon Ancestor created cracks in the void. Zhao Yang and his companions, despite their attempts to evade, were still injured by the overwhelming aura. Ji Wudao shouted loudly, raising his sword to meet the attack, while Zhao Tianlang joined the fray. Ruo Shui Laozu had regained some strength and also struck at the Illusion Demon Ancestor.
Meanwhile, King Yu, the Grand Elder, He Qing, and Liu Rou retreated. Their cultivation was insufficient, and unlike Zhao Yang, they lacked the speed and reflexes to escape effectively; staying would only complicate matters.
"No one is allowed to leave! I will kill you all!" the Illusion Demon Ancestor bellowed in fury. Ten fingers transformed into bizarre purple tentacles, resembling venomous tree roots that split into millions of tendrils, ensnaring King Yu and the others.
Ji Wudao severed the tentacles that were attacking King Yu and the others with his sword. Zhao Tianlang had already flown in front of the Illusion Demon Ancestor, his two fingers forming a devastating sword strike that pierced through the Illusion Demon Ancestor. However, it was as if he struck air; there was no resistance at all. Zhao Tianlang's face turned pale as he felt a sharp pain in his throat and coughed up toxic blood before sitting down to circulate his energy to expel the poison.
Seeing his father injured, Zhao Yang thrust Flying Knife's Glimmer toward the Illusion Demon Ancestor. He activated his Enlightenment Realm and Divine Sense reading functions while opening his Martial Arts Heavenly Eye to locate the Illusion Demon Ancestor's weak points. Golden light illuminated as Flying Knife's Glimmer penetrated the Illusion Demon Ancestor. The Illusion Demon Ancestor reached for Zhao Yang, who dodged just in time. But in the next moment, countless small boy figures filled the sky.
Zhao Yang found it difficult to discern reality from illusion. He raised his hammer and expanded Stone Hammer into a massive circular form spanning ten miles. With a mighty swing, he obliterated all of the clones.
However, Ji Wudao was still engaged in battle with one of them. Just as Zhao Yang was about to assist him, he suddenly felt a tight grip around his neck from behind. Zhao Yang formed hand seals as Earth Fire erupted from his body explosively. Flying Knife's Glimmer also sliced through from behind under his control, yet he still felt someone choking him fiercely.
"This is bad; I've fallen into an illusion!" Zhao Yang thought in alarm. In Enlightenment Realm, he could see through all illusions—why was it failing now?
As he realized his True Qi was suppressed and could not be used, Ji Wudao and the Illusion Demon Ancestor’s clone continued their fierce battle below. Ruo Shui Laozu was trapped in a watery prison with a pale complexion, while Zhao Tianlang remained seated on the ground suppressing the poison.
Suddenly, a figure flew before King Yu and the others and struck them down with a single sword.
In Zhao Yang's eyes, both his mother He Qing and beloved Liu Rou were slain by that sword.
"It’s an illusion; I must have fallen into a dream-like state from which I cannot escape." Zhao Yang did not go mad because he knew Liu Rou possessed defensive Dao Artifact Heavenly Harmony Bell; no one could kill her with a single strike. Yet witnessing such a scene—his loved ones being killed—even if it were just a dream filled him with sorrow.
"No, there must be something wrong! How could I not see through it? Even the strongest illusion has its flaws! Primordial Infant, manifest!" In a moment of crisis, Zhao Yang decided to confront the Illusion Demon Ancestor with the true form of the Primordial Infant.
A Golden Figurine yawned and flew out from Zhao Yang's body, holding a glistening blue pill in its hands—the Haotian Pill. Beneath it sat a small cauldron radiating Chaos True Qi. The golden figure pointed forward and lightly tapped, saying, "Break!"
Suddenly, the world froze. Zhao Yang snapped back to reality and saw Long Xiao Wu staring at everyone in shock. Then he looked at his own hands and asked in confusion, "Zhao Yang? What happened to me?"
"Is that really you, Xiao Wu?" This was Zhao Yang's first encounter with the strangeness of illusions, and he found it hard to believe.
"Who else would I be?" Long Xiao Wu punched Zhao Yang on the shoulder, still puzzled by what had just occurred.
Zhao Tianlang and the others also regained their senses, their faces filled with astonishment. Ruo Shui Laozu said, "It is said that the one who constructed a dream world created a place without conflict or hatred. Not only is he an unparalleled illusion genius, but he is also a Master of Formation who devised a formation capable of reversing lifespans—Dreamland Manor."
"So the formation of Dreamland Manor was created by the Illusion Ancestor," Zhao Yang murmured. He still remembered how the Demon Empress had saved him to break the formation of Dreamland Manor; that formation had reverted his wife Azure Phoenix's lifespan back to hundreds of years ago when she had yet to take human form, causing her to forget most of her memories.
"You actually broke my dream! Truly worthy of being a follower of the Ginseng King." From the direction of Xuanfo Temple, the Illusion Demon Ancestor spat out a mouthful of blood and suddenly transformed into a small boy, saying, "Wah, big brother, this isn't fun at all! I want to find a Little Monk here to play with."
After speaking, the Illusion Demon Ancestor vanished at the entrance of Xuanfo Temple.
"Let's hurry inside," Zhao Yang urged as he led everyone quickly into Xuanfo Temple.
Inside Xuanfo Temple was in disarray; several monks lay on the ground without any signs of life. The remaining monks were all frozen in fear, each facing a monk who looked exactly like them.
"Who are you? Why are you imitating Zhi Kong?" a chubby monk shouted at a nearby thin monk.
"I am Zhi Kong, brother," replied the thin monk.
"Who are you?"
...
A loud explosion echoed.
The Discipline Hall of Xuanfo Temple collapsed, and the Four Great Monks engaged in battle with individuals who looked exactly like themselves. Several Meditation Rooms crumbled, leaving ruins scattered everywhere.
"Bold thief! To take on our appearance is one thing, but to impersonate the venerable elder is utterly audacious!" scolded Datong Zen Master, one of the Four Great Monks.
The abbot of Xuanfo Temple clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, who exactly are you, and what is your aim in this conflict?"
Another abbot from Xuanfo Temple also joined his hands in prayer and said, "Amitabha, our Xuanfo Temple has always sought to avoid worldly disputes. We never expected to face such calamity today. Surely you must be the Illusion Demon Ancestor from the late period of the ancient Demon Moon. However, I wonder how you intend to resolve this situation that has escalated to this point?"
Their tones were identical—solemn and dignified, not to be profaned.
Zhao Yang shook his head, realizing he could not see clearly. The Illusion Demon Ancestor's illusions had reached an unparalleled level of sophistication.
"Hehe, big brother, is it fun?" Suddenly, one of the abbots transformed into a cute little boy and looked at Zhao Yang.
The little boy was clean and tidy, dressed in monk robes. His eyes sparkled like gems in the night sky, radiating warmth. He emitted a soft glow, reminiscent of sunlight bathing the earth, evening glow embracing the sky, a gentle breeze caressing the lake's surface, and peach blossoms blooming abundantly in spring.
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