Multiple Illusions

The stone gate was tightly shut, its surface covered with a thick layer of pale, corpse-like frost. In the center of the lintel were two Primordial Era tadpole-shaped bronze characters long forgotten by the starry sky.

That was ancient seal script from the mythological era recorded in the Martial God True Spirit:

"Township Boundary".

Chen Fan remained calm. In the Miniature Divine Kingdom deep within his Dantian, the pure white Life Formation Core and the pitch-black Death Formation Core slowly snapped together. A grayish-white vortex of life and death quietly adhered to his right palm.

The domineering will of the Middle Martial God pressed down, forcefully creating a gap in the absolute stillness that permeated the soul.

Squeak!!

In the eternal silence, the jarring friction sound stood out starkly.

Chen Fan pushed open the heavy stone door covered with cold, frost-covered corpses with one hand, and shards of ice fell like a fine rain.

The interior was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Probing in with your Divine Sense felt like sinking into a quagmire, only able to sense the boundless chill and desolation.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Fan, his plain white robe swaying slightly, calmly stepped over the threshold and walked straight inside.

Bang!

The instant his feet landed completely inside the tower, without any warning, the two heavy, pale stone doors, as heavy as mountains, seemed to be slammed shut by a pair of invisible giant hands!

Their escape route was instantly cut off.

The dark hall did not remain silent for long.

The last muffled thud of the stone gate closing still echoed in the empty space, and the cold black bricks underfoot silently rippled with pure gold.

The darkness receded like the tide.

Countless strands of dazzling Pure Yang energy burst forth from the void, cascading down like waterfalls in countless auspicious hues.

White jade lotuses, each about a foot wide, bloomed from the Void, while celestial flowers rained down from the Firmament, and enchanting celestial music swept in from all directions.

An Ascension platform, ninety thousand feet high and entirely constructed of immortal immortal gold, rose from the ground and stood majestically in the center of heaven and earth.

On both sides of the steps, tens of thousands of priests clad in purple-gold immortal armor and fairies from the Jade Pool holding cloud-like robes knelt down in unison, their worship shouts as loud as mountains and as vast as the sea, shaking the entire world.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty, after your tribulation!"

"Now I have attained the orthodox Immortal Dao, will rule over the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, will live as long as the heavens, and Transcendence reincarnation!"

A Purple Qi Imperial Talisman scroll, imbued with the aura of supreme Creation, descended from the cloud top and hovered three inches in front of Chen Fan.

As long as he raises his hand and grasps the Imperial Scroll, he can instantly break through the Great Vehicle Heavenly Chasm, become the ruler of this Great Thousand World, and enjoy an immeasurable lifespan of ten thousand years.

Chen Fan stood still, his plain white robe hanging down naturally.

He stared at the golden imperial scroll before him, not even lifting his eyelids, a sneer curling at the corner of his lips.

"Using a 100,000-year-old tortoise shell to lure Martial Dao god?"

"Your vision is too narrow."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Fan raised his hand.

The Miniature Divine Kingdom deep within his Dantian spun slightly, and Two Gray-White Qis swirled around the edge of his palm. Without any hesitation, he slapped out with his backhand.

Boom!

A clear palm print dent was instantly created in the Void.

The Purple Qi Imperial Talisman, radiating immense heavenly might, instantly shattered into pale ashes the moment it touched the palm wind, like rotten paper weathered for millions of years.

The violent shockwave swept across the army, and the 90,000-foot-tall golden cloud platform cracked inch by inch. The tall celestial officials and beautiful Divine Maiden kneeling on both sides let out a series of shrill screams, and their bodies twisted and shattered rapidly like bubbles.

The golden lotus withered, and the celestial music abruptly stopped.

The heavens and earth roared and trembled, and the magnificent fairyland around them rapidly crumbled away, like a beautiful painting scorched by a great fire.

However, the true appearance of Boundary-Suppressing Tower was not revealed behind the collapsed scroll.

The shattered light and shadow suddenly reversed, and a gentle, warm ripple spread through the Void, instantly enveloping Chen Fan in another world.

The fresh scent of grass and trees wafts through the air.

Before me lay a quiet courtyard with green bricks and tiles. Beside the stone table grew several slightly wilted bamboo stalks, which rustled softly in the breeze.

Cangwu Realm, the Rear Garden of the Immortal Feather Imperial Palace.

A slightly hunched figure in a green robe was carrying a steaming white porcelain jar, walking carefully and quickly from the other end of the corridor.

"Fan'er, what are you doing standing there in the wind?"

Chen Changqing wore a gentle, unguarded smile, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes clearly visible. He stopped in front of Chen Fan, raised his hand to wipe a drop of soup that had overflowed from the rim of the earthenware pot, and handed it over.

"Your father used freshly picked perilla leaves from the back mountain to simmer Spirit Deer Bone Soup for two hours. The cooking time is just right for your taste. Drink it while it's hot, lest it get cold and upset your stomach."

That pure concern almost materialized.

Even around Chen Changqing, there was a faint milky white halo that resonated slightly with the Life Formation Core of the "Myriad Realms Red Dust Scripture" within Chen Fan's Divine Kingdom.

It's so realistic.

Even the vibration frequency of the cause-and-effect relationship is imitated perfectly.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, after breaking through a layer of great immortal Immortal Opportunity, suddenly falling into such intimate mortal life, their Divine Soul would inevitably develop cracks due to relaxation and emotion.

Chen Fan looked down at the earthenware pot that was being handed to him.

His gaze lingered on Chen Changqing's calloused hands for a moment, the indifference in his eyes vanishing completely, replaced by a chilling coldness.

"Shen Yun has learned 70% of it, but unfortunately, those scum who crawled out of a pile of corpses can't capture the warmth and humanity of the living."

Chen Fan raised his hand and pressed it against the rusty Broken Saber at his waist, his voice as cold as clashing ice:

"The broth reeks of millennia-old corpse blood. How dare you call me 'Fan'er'?"

The "Chen Changqing" opposite him froze abruptly, his kind smile instantly twisting into a bizarre shape, and two eerie green flames surging from the depths of his pupils.

"You dare to forge my father and disturb the anchor of my Dao Heart."

Chen Fan's eyes sharpened, Broken Saber was drawn three inches from its sheath with a clang.

"You're asking for it!"

Choke!

A chaotic blade of gray and red light streaked across the sky.

There are no dazzling frills, only the purest and most profound truths of life, death, and destruction.

Before the "Chen Changqing" in front of them could even let out a scream, he was neatly split in two from his brow to his Dantian. His shattered body did not bleed or bleed, but instead transformed into a sky full of rolling black Death Fiend Qi, which, along with the entire Imperial Palace courtyard, were cut in two by the sharp blade light!

Space shattered like broken Glazed Crystal, collapsing with a deafening roar.

But then, before the torn darkness had completely dissipated, the depths of the Void twisted and folded eerily once more.

Buzz!

The world is turned upside down, and time and space are reconstructed.

The third layer of illusion pressed down relentlessly.

This time, there was no Immortal Light, no warmth, only boundless scorched earth and despair.

The starry sky was torn apart, and the wreckage of millions of Human Race Starships disintegrated and fell amidst the flames, with blood raining down from the sky.

At the farthest point of sight, the supreme leader of the Human Race White Emperor, was covered in blood, his imperial robes torn, and he was impaled on the broken Boundary Sea embankment by seven sky-covering black spears wrapped with Ancient God Death Curses. His Divine Blood stained the entire Star System red.

In the surrounding Star Domain, hundreds of millions of Human Race and soldiers were slaughtered and devoured alive amidst the savage laughter of Alien Races demon gods, their bones piled up like mountains and their blood flowed like rivers.

A grand and solemn imperial decree descended from the highest point of the Firmament, carrying the power of judgment that struck straight to the soul: