"I shouldn't have left."
Ning Xiaocao took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions and calm herself down.
There's nothing she can do now.
There's nothing we can do.
We must remain calm.
We need to figure out how to escape...
Ning Hongze's figure moved around constantly on Mount Molian.
He would occasionally swing his long sword.
With each flash of sword light, many demonic beasts would fall.
He was actually injured.
The number of monsters is increasing, and their power is growing stronger.
If it weren't for the fact that his body could store more spiritual energy, he would have collapsed long ago.
Something's definitely wrong with this mountain.
These monsters are becoming increasingly strange.
However, the further I went in, the more my heart pounded.
He sensed that something at the center of the white mist was resonating with him.
Ning Hong then slashed down the monster that had sprung out with another sword strike.
This monster—
It has a duck-like face, but a snake's body and dragon scales?
What the hell is this? If someone is really grafting monsters onto a plant, that person must have very unique taste and terrible aesthetic sense.
The duck's snake-like body had thick scales, and a single sword strike failed to kill it. Ning Hong then stepped forward, picked up the duck, and threw it into the white mist.
Every time he kills a monster, its corpse turns into white mist.
Since that's the case, he crippled these demonic beasts and then threw them behind him.
In this way, the white fog will not increase.
The white fog stretched endlessly, and it was unclear when it would end.
The temperature seems to have dropped again.
Ning Hong's wounds had all frozen over.
Even the bloodstains that fell had congealed.
As we walked...
The roads seem to be getting wider and wider.
A road suddenly appeared in the white mist. The road was not wide, and there were demonic beasts staring at it menacingly on both sides.
This is a bit dangerous.
After all, these monsters could attack him at any time.
Ning Hong hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to go up.
This is the clearest road.
The rest of the area was shrouded in white fog.
He thought for a moment and then took out a Phantom Butterfly.
This was given to Xiaocao by Yan Wu back then, but Xiaocao didn't like keeping these pets, so he's been taking care of the Illusionary Sound Butterfly all this time.
The Illusionary Butterfly is most adept at illusion arrays.
It can see through illusion arrays, and it can also set up illusion arrays.
The Phantom Butterfly flew along the road, circled once, and then flew back.
It wrote a few words up and down, then spread its wings again.
A faint purple powder floated in the air. It flapped its wings, sending the powder onto the path.
Some are true, some are false.
The Phantom Butterfly suddenly landed on Ning Hongze's shoulder.
Ning Hongze gently touched it with her finger. It immediately spun around happily again.
The meaning of "Illusory Sound Butterfly" is that some of those demonic beasts are real, while others are fake, merely illusions.
However, he wasn't afraid.
The Phantom Butterfly's greatest strength lies in its illusionary arts. Since the person behind the scenes used illusionary arts against him, he can retaliate with his own.
Seemingly sensing Ning Hongze's thoughts, the Illusionary Sound Butterfly circled once more, spread its wings, and flew towards the group of demonic beasts.
Ning Hong then embarked on that path.
He had barely stepped on it when he noticed something was wrong.
My chest feels heavy.
One image after another flashed before his eyes.
From the red dates of the first world to the grass of this world.
And then there were his several younger sisters, whom he felt extremely sorry for, who popped up one by one from the depths of his memory.
And Acha—
Various kinds of Acha—
Ning Hong slowly exhaled, trying to suppress her surging emotions. This illusion was quite powerful; even the Illusionary Sound Butterfly couldn't break the formation.
However, it was thanks to the Illusionary Sound Butterfly that he was able to hold back the demonic beasts. At this moment, with his mind so unstable, he would have been easily attacked by these demonic beasts.
"elder brother--"
"Brother, I miss you so much."
"elder brother······"
They're all fake.
These are all fake; none of them are real.
The wheel of time keeps turning.
No one can stop moving forward, and neither can he.
He kept moving forward.
His sisters were the same. Many times, when he left those worlds, his sisters were already old and gray; how could they be so beautiful?
As for his few younger brothers, well, he can figure that out himself. Those brothers don't hold much appeal for him; they can stay out of his way.
Ning Hong closed her eyes and remained silent for a while before opening them again.
His eyes were slightly red.
His fists were clenched tightly. He continued walking forward, step by step.
The road ahead is uncertain, the white fog is cold, and it engulfs all those who are lost.
Ning Hong continued walking forward. As he walked, the images of his younger sister, Acha, gradually faded from his mind, leaving only the road in front of him in his eyes.
The figure of the Phantom Butterfly suddenly appeared before his eyes.
He suddenly jolted awake from his hallucination.
Oh my god, I almost got infected.
He had actually emerged from the white mist and was now standing on the edge of the cliff of Mount Molian.
Looking at the bottomless cliff, Ning Hong took two steps back.
Did the person behind this really think that a mere cliff would be enough to kill him?
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