A seventh-grade alchemist was a rare sight in the Southern Wilds. There were only three of them. One was in the royal family of the Apocalypse Nation, one lived in seclusion in a hidden sect. Only Tian Laoqi remained in the soon-to-be-disbanded Tianxuan Sect.

The Tianxuan Sect had a powerful cultivator at the Spiritual Transformation Stage and a seventh-grade alchemist. It could be said that the two of them supported the entire Tianxuan Sect. Otherwise, the Tianxuan Sect would have been gone long ago.

"No, unless you come to my Lingxuan Sect, join my Lingxuan, and refine pills for my sect. Then I will make a bet with you. If I lose, my Lingbao battleship will belong to you. Plus a top-grade spiritual vein." Lingchu looked at Tian Laoqi with sharp eyes.

That warship could be used for both attack and defense, and crucially, it was his exclusive property, its interior lavishly decorated. The entire Lingxuan Sect only had one top-grade spiritual vein. The other seven were all mid-grade.

"Okay! I'll bet with you." Tian Laoqi agreed immediately. A top-grade spiritual vein! Their Tianxuan Sect was so broke they could barely make ends meet. The Lingxuan Sect was truly generous, willing to bet him a top-grade spiritual vein.

Tian Laoqi agreed so quickly that Hong Zhenggang couldn't stop him. He muttered to himself again: "Little Ancestor, this time the fate of our Tianxuan Sect really depends on you alone."

"Hahaha... You've all made your bets, so I, Zhao Tiandi, am here to play along. If you want to have fun, let's go big. If your Tianxuan Sect can surpass our Dixuan Sect this time, I will lead the Dixuan Sect to submit to your Tianxuan Sect. Otherwise, your Tianxuan Sect will submit to our Dixuan Sect."

Zhao Tiandi was very confident that no matter how hard the Tianxuan Sect chased, they would never be able to catch up with their Dixuan Sect. They could actually compete with the Lingxuan Sect.

"Alright! Let's make a bet!" Hong Zhenggang also accepted the bet with Di Xuanzong. This was a good offer. Di Xuanzong would directly submit to them.

"Little ancestor, you must win!" Hong Zhenggang muttered to himself.

The Huanxuan Sect had no interest in their bet. After all, they were only slightly better than the Tianxuan Sect. There weren't any dark horses among the sects this year. It was business as usual.

The Tianxuan Sect made quite a splash five years ago. Perhaps they actually have a dark horse. This year's Four Sects Tournament would be quite exciting.

In the wilderness.

"Hua La La——" is the sound of water.

What came into view was the boundless sea. Sang Jin and the other seven were standing on a large rock. The sea was calm, and seagulls were circling in the blue sky.

"Where's Mu Yanhuan?" As Sang Jin's personal bodyguard, Mu Yan usually stayed five meters away from Sang Jin. But now he wasn't there.

"Xiao Jin, Su Ming, Mu Yanhuan and An Nanfeng are not here." Hua Li quickly noticed the three people who were missing.

Lu Zeyu picked up a broken stone from a crack in the rock and threw it into the sea. The broken stone created a ripple on the calm surface before disappearing. Nothing unusual happened.

"There seems to be nothing unusual on the sea surface, but I think this must be an illusion. The more real and normal it looks, the more problems there are." Lu Zeyu shared his experience.

"Every road here will randomly lead to a different small space. However, there must be a ghost-faced man guarding the exit of this small space. The ghost-faced man is not flexible and is twice as big as us. They have no five senses and cannot feel pain. Because they look like humans, they are called ghost-faced men." Lu Zeyu introduced the ghost-faced men.

The day thirty-six years ago flashed clearly through his mind. They were a team of twenty, and the place they entered was a beautiful sea of ​​flowers.

At that time, he also realized that it was an illusion, just like now, and then they finally broke through the illusion. What awaited them was being besieged by thousands of ghost-faced people in the first realm.

They didn't have time to crush their number plates. Half of their team members died before they finally escaped...

"Senior Brother Lu, Senior Brother Lu." Sang Jin called out Lu Zeyu twice in succession.

"Well, Junior Sister Sang, you called me?" Lu Zeyu's thoughts were pulled back. That time was too cruel.

Originally, he hadn't wanted to reenter the wilderness. It was his master who had said that Junior Sister Sang was the future of the Tianxuan Sect and no one could afford to let her go. He was relatively familiar with the wilderness, so he was the most suitable person to follow and protect them.

"Well, Senior Brother Lu, can you tell me about the specific situation in the wilderness?" Now they are all standing on a big rock.

Lu Zeyu told Sang Jin and the others about the desolate land again.

After hearing this, everyone fell silent. Everyone had thought there would be danger here, but they hadn't expected the eldest brother's visit to be so dangerous.

"No, something is wrong. Aren't we sleeping?" Chen Chen asked a soul-searching question.

"What do you mean by sleeping? Didn't we arrive at this sea area as soon as we entered the wilderness?" Sang Yu was confused. How could he remember it differently?

“…”

"This is an illusion, not real. Let's all find a way out," said Lu Zeyu.

Except for Chen Chen, everyone including Sang Jin thought that they had arrived at this sea area as soon as they entered the wilderness.

Everyone began to look carefully around the stone to see if they could find any clues.

Lu Zeyu flew towards the sea on his sword and disappeared. An incense stick later, he reappeared before everyone.

"I just flew in the opposite direction. I didn't stop. This place is round. That's why I flew back. There is only this big rock nearby where I can land." Lu Zeyu said the news he got.

"We just checked this big rock and found nothing." Mu Xuan said.

"Believe me, this was just a dream. We were really sleeping. Hua Li and Sang Yu even cooked for us. We are on Senior Sister Sang's spiritual boat." Chen Chen said anxiously. No one believed him.

"Is it possible to pull all seven of us into the same dream without us even noticing?" After these words were spoken, everyone fell even more silent.

Now they are all trapped here, only Chen Chen is different from their memories.

If Chen Chen's explanation was correct, they were trapped in a dream. How powerful must someone be to weave such a large dream and even drag a Jindan-stage expert into it? Perhaps this was also a trap in the competition.

Even her defensive formation had no effect on his ability. Although this dream only contained a simple large rock and endless water.

Suddenly, the scene changed. The seven of them formed a circle, surrounding Sang Yu, Jiang Ruohua, and Sang Jin in the center. They were surrounded by thousands of ghost faces.

Why did this scene look so familiar? It was Lu Zeyu's memory. Was this how they escaped?

The ghost-faced men were twice as big as ordinary people, and they moved towards Sang Jin and the others little by little with mechanical movements.

"Whether this is a dream or an illusion, these are all fake. We just need to ignore them." Sang Jin thought, they must have just realized the unreality of this place, so the scene suddenly changed.

The ghost-faced men approached little by little, and Lu Zeyu couldn't help but attack them.

The power of the Jindan stage dealt with a small group of ghost-faced men at once, and all of their limbs were chopped off by Lu Zeyu.