Ultimately, illusions are something you only learn how to escape once you've actually fallen for them. To resist them, you either need to prepare countermeasures in advance or find a way to break through the illusion. As I stated a long time ago, it doesn't matter whether you break the restrictions set by the spell itself or try to brute force it.
However, now the only thing that wasn't in Sheng's prediction has happened.
Deep within this inner sanctuary, which sealed off communication between the inside and outside, I did not fall into a hallucination like the other two.
Based on my rudimentary analysis of the existing and continuously accumulating samples, the reason for this is highly likely related to the difference in the total amount of magic power I possess compared to those guys.
Honestly, even if we consider the current situation in the entire inner sanctum—no, to be more precise—there are already at least a dozen people lying haphazardly in this pure white inner sanctum after just that short period of time. Yet, even if we were to combine all their magic power values, it would only barely reach the minimum magic power level I currently possess under this suppressed state.
It seems the person who set up the spell here was worried that someone like me might accidentally enter the environment and break it, right? Should I feel honored by this?
Lost in thought, I paced aimlessly back and forth in the silent space, but no one appeared who could exchange more than five sentences with me.
And, as time went on, I gradually discovered some particularly strange phenomena:
Represented by Thrall, tiny white marks began to appear on the bodies of the elves who kept intruding and falling into the illusion. Like a cut from the edge of a page, or the marks left by the crashing of the tide, their once healthy flesh began to turn pale and stiff, and the texture of their skin changed.
Logically speaking, as creatures renowned for their beauty, elves should not only be beautiful in appearance, but also have soft, smooth, and supple skin. They shouldn't be like this at all, with a mixture of smooth and rough textures within their thick skin, as if I were touching a type of beetle crawling out of the sand at the bottom of the ocean.
Moreover, it also carries a faint sense of familiarity?
After thinking carefully for a while, as the ominous white patches on the elf's body expanded, I finally retrieved from the surface of my repeatedly searched mind an unclassified memory of when I had ever encountered such a thing:
Yes, it is right here in this inner hall that this broken white jade is encased.
A horrifying thought involuntarily surfaced, giving me goosebumps:
Could it be that the white wall of this ruin actually possesses the ability to devour and assimilate creatures that approach it, thereby replenishing itself? And now, the reason why these guys inexplicably broke into this place and inexplicably sank into illusions one after another is actually just a preparatory ritual for hunting.
Although it's an outrageous idea, it's not impossible that such a possibility exists.
It's important to understand that the taboos in those forbidden places that have remained unsolved to this day are far more terrifying than this conjecture suggests.
The Dark Forbidden Zone is only troublesome because it constantly produces magical beasts, and the Abyss Mountains have already lost most of their mystery and danger after a major cleanup.
However, as for the other restricted areas, most are under even more stringent access restrictions, and the conditions and unusual circumstances inside are so complex that a general understanding has yet to be reached. Therefore, unless one has special permission or possesses an exceptionally strong reputation in a particular field, unauthorized entry is virtually impossible.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some suicidal individuals might bypass the guards and sneak in.
At least every year, a great many skeletons are cleared out just from the entrance, not to mention the inside.
...From this perspective, [Dawn] is surprisingly a remarkable team.
Indeed, each of them possesses remarkable abilities. Even Hikari, the only one in the team who is somewhat worrying, seems to have ventured into the forbidden zone several times, and has even opened her circumference now... I'd better worry about myself.
There's clearly something fishy about this inner sanctum. Those who are trapped in hallucinations might suffer the same kind of trauma in their real bodies, manifested as gradually hardening white marks, due to the damage they experience in those hallucinations.
If this delay continues, it will become a real problem.
In the brief moment I was pondering, as time passed, more and more elves who had fallen into this place were covered by expanding white patches, looking from a distance like frost covering a vegetable patch, increasingly blending into the white wall behind them. Even Sheng and Jian Gui, who had managed to hold on until now, gradually began to be stained with this ominous color, indicating that their progress in the raid was not going smoothly.
Clues, I need clues...
In the brief moments of my mind, a series of flashes of inspiration came to mind.
First, let's talk about what Thrall said when he accidentally stumbled upon this place:
What does it mean that 'only the true cannot be deceived'?
There are two points that need to be clarified here.
First, what does "real thing" refer to? Second, what kind of situation does "not being deceived" refer to?
Illusion magic must have its limitations and a fixed medium for activation.
As an academic mage, although this is a subject I've never systematically studied, I can still analyze the basic patterns from the way it's woven. As long as I can identify either the restriction or the fixed activation medium, I'm confident I can successfully break through it from the outside.
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