On the other side, Mo Linyuan also encountered an illusion.

He saw himself cursed by the god of love, banished from the temple, and fallen into demonic possession.

And the skeleton woman who led him was also a fake.

They are subordinates sent by the god of love.

Seeing him engrossed in the illusion, she immediately beamed with delight and used her ethereal voice to entice him.

“That’s right, Mo Linyuan.”

"You are a shameful traitor! You betrayed your god and deserve to be condemned to eternal slaughter!"

As she spoke, she approached Mo Linyuan, who was in the illusion.

Without hesitation, it revealed its skeletal claws and stabbed towards his heart and lungs.

However, when they were within arm's reach, they were scattered by Mo Linyuan in one move.

The towering demon gripped the skeletal woman's neck and lifted her entire skeleton.

His pupils were bloodshot, and his gaze was fierce: "You're wrong. I'm not a traitor. I am the great demon of hell!"

"I have my own faith, and I have my own god!"

The red-clad demon opened his mouth, speaking each word clearly and firmly.

Isn't it just a small illusion?

We still can't do anything to him!

Since Si Jin appeared, he has had the courage to forge ahead.

So, he intensified the magic in his hands, and in no time, he tore the malicious fake skeleton woman into pieces.

The fragments dispersed into the thick fog and soon disappeared without a trace.

Silence returned to the surroundings, a silence that was somewhat eerie.

Just as Mo Linyuan was about to go find Si Jin, he discovered that the mark the boy had left on him was malfunctioning.

His heart sank, and he used his magic to examine the surroundings more closely, becoming increasingly alarmed.

The marked superior moves exceptionally fast, and his divine power flickers, showing a tendency to go berserk.

how so?

Isn't this illusion just a small trick?

Even ordinary people can pass through unharmed and arrive at the Church of Aphrodite.

What's wrong with Jinjin?

Or... is the pain he's buried in his heart just too deep?

Upon realizing this, Mo Linyuan felt a pang of anguish and immediately teleported to Si Jin's side following the mark.

Only then did they realize that Si Jin seemed to be fighting someone in an illusion.

The pristine god, his eyes bloodshot with rage, conjured wind blades one after another in his hand, cleaving the surrounding trees into a pulp.

Meanwhile, the skeleton woman who was actually leading the way had her lantern extinguished and was trembling behind a tree, almost shaking her small frame apart.

Upon seeing Mo Linyuan, she immediately stood up and hid behind the demon, tugged at his sleeve, and whispered, "Save him..."

When the kind-hearted female ghost saw another person, her first instinct was to help Si Jin seek help, rather than save herself.

Mo Linyuan struggled to break through the killing barrier set up by Si Jin and move forward, each step was extremely difficult.

Despite suffering several cuts from the wind blades, she still kept getting closer to him.

Because that's Jinjin!

That one who went mad was his god!

Mo Linyuan continued forward.

One step, two steps...

Ten steps... thirteen steps...

Just a few more steps, just a few more steps and I can hug Jinjin.

However, just as he took his first step, Si Jin suddenly stopped.

The violent youth suddenly stopped all his movements.

The divine power in his hands gradually dissipated.

With tears welling in her eyes, she slowly bent her knees...

He knelt down!

The gods knelt in the mist and mud, laying down all their pride and dignity.

He apologized to the ten thousand gods who died in the illusion: "I'm... sorry!"

"I didn't know that all the prisons had been turned into alchemy furnaces by the Heavenly Emperor..."

"I...I didn't mean to harm you..."

“I apologize to you. I have killed the Heavenly Emperor and have asked to be imprisoned to be tortured every day.”

"If...if ending my own life could atone for my sins."

"I...am...willing..."

As he spoke, he conjured a crimson longsword with divine power in his hand, and was about to stab it into his own heart.