"What the hell, they all seem to have really come back to life, I am possessed by a spirit of drama, is this a mental illusion of mine? But normally I am not a drama queen, and I don't like to think about these things."
Wang Xuan found it outrageous. This experience was too weird. He frowned in confusion, as if he was facing a bunch of real patriarchs.
He calmed himself down, looked at Zheng Yuantian again, and said, "Old Zheng, I haven't had a chance to talk to you because you're dead."
As soon as these words came out, Zheng Juesai on the opposite side suddenly had a cold look in his eyes. He didn't want to talk to him anymore, he just wanted to press him to death!
Wang Xuan continued, "I'm sorry. In the outside world, I beat you to death with my own hands. I haven't burned paper for you yet, so I'll light two for you here, um, to pay tribute to you. In general, you died peacefully and didn't suffer much."
"Boy, you are really crazy!" Even the leader of the Nether Blood Cult couldn't help but shook his head.
Zheng Yuantian and the demon ancestor Qi Yi approached, one wanted to kill him directly, and the other stared at the lid in his hand, and both of them couldn't help but want to kill him.
Fang Yuzhu stepped forward, blocked their way, and faced them alone. She was quite calm, which made the two powerful men feel wary even when they joined forces.
"Sister Yuzhu, it's okay. It's all an illusion. I'm experiencing the impact of the magic flower here and I can't break free for the time being. But in the dream, instead of fighting with them, it's far better for the two of us to chat."
Wang Xuan grabbed Fang Yuzhu's hand and asked her to step back. There was no point in caring about the illusion, it was just a way to refine his mind. He wanted to fight the magic flower to the death.
The people around were stunned when they heard him call Fang Yuzhu "sister" and even dropped her surname. They simply couldn't believe their ears.
Fang Yuzhu turned around, pulled back her hand, and also showed a strange look.
Even Zhang Daoling stroked his forehead and said, "This kid is hopeless. He is either suffering from hysteria or has really gone insane."
Bang!
Wang Xuan was hit, not hard, but not lightly either, and flew out sideways. It was the demon lord Yanyan who did it. Her eyes were fierce and she seemed to be getting more and more dissatisfied.
At this moment, Wang Xuan had a feeling in his heart that these people really had spirituality and the light of the soul, which made him break out in a cold sweat.
He shook the furnace cover again and again, and hit it with the iron rod and the flagpole of the God-Slaying Flag. Something evil must have happened today. Why was this happening?
"I don't believe anyone can come here!" He stared at the rough stone wall of the meteorite passage. There was originally a hole there. According to the last dream, it was connected to the spiritual world related to the Imperial Road Flag, but it was blocked.
Could someone really enter this place from there? Wang Xuan absolutely did not believe it.
"Wake up!" he shouted, shaking the lid repeatedly and using all his strength to activate the scriptures of a severely mentally ill patient.
The more awake he was, the more his hair stood on end. Zhang Daoling, Fang Yuzhu, the Demon Lord and the others were so clear, they were no different from living people.
At the very least, they have real spiritual power, which does not seem fake in any way.
He thought that he had woken up and was not in a dream, so why did he still see the same thing?
Wang Xuan turned around and left, mainly because he could not bear it any longer. The red substance was like fire and thunder, burning him to death and splitting him to the point of being on the verge of collapse.
Those people seemed unable to bear it and kept bombarding the cliff, trying to open up a new passage and then retreat to catch their breath.
Wang Xuan dived down and at the same time he looked back, his spiritual eyes fully open. He was sure that those people were indeed the light of the soul and not fake.
He had goose bumps all over his body. What was going on? Those...really came, and he felt it was incredible and inexplicable.
Finally, he escaped from the passage and hid far away, trying to wake himself up. Was he still in a fantasy? He shouldn't be!
He walked away in one breath, left this place, returned to the Pool of Life, sat cross-legged in the middle, picked a tea fruit directly, and ate it without brewing it. It tasted bitter and astringent, with a light fragrance.
"I should leave there and not be in the illusion anymore. If I were so deeply immersed in the illusion, the magic flower would have had the chance to kill me long ago." Wang Xuan muttered to himself and calmed down completely.
He spread out his palm, holding a piece of red silk. This was a corner of the demon lord Yanyan's burnt red dress. He quietly cut off a piece and brought it out.
"It's not an illusion, I really saw them? Impossible!" Wang Xuan felt a little confused and was really not calm at this moment.
"Could it be that I have never left the meteorite passage and have only just escaped? And my recent experiences, killing Zheng Yuantian, Heng Jun's tragic death, and the mysterious shadow trying to devour me, are all false?"
Wang Xuan felt a chill down his spine. He felt like he was poisoned. He could no longer tell what was real and what was fake.
He carefully buried the red skirt in the dirt hill beside the pool. He decided to go to the meteorite crater to take another look. Otherwise, he would feel uneasy and like going crazy.
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At the same time, in the outside world, a peerless figure spoke: "It's terrifying to think about it carefully. The light of my soul is spreading, blurring, and becoming empty..."
"Something is weird, what... is going on? Could it be that the most terrifying event in the past is happening again?" Another person was awakened.
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