Fan Lang was taken aback, unable to understand what was going on.
He could only try releasing his Dao Domain again, but he still failed.
At that moment, the Illusory Battlefield itself offered an explanation. A line of text appeared out of thin air before him: The ability you are using exceeds the Illusory Battlefield's simulation range and cannot be fully simulated, therefore it cannot be used. You may choose to forgo this ability and continue fighting in the Illusory Battlefield, or choose to withdraw from the battle directly.
It could not be simulated!
Everything in the Illusory Battlefield was simulated. It could replicate almost every kind of combat method, and only a very small number of methods could not be simulated.
This situation was extremely, extremely rare.
The appearance of such a situation could only mean that the Great Digital Era was simply too extraordinary. It broke through common sense, stepped beyond convention, and touched upon an unknown, mysterious realm.
Fan Lang looked at the words before him, unsure whether he should be pleased or frustrated.
"Master, we can't fight here. This place can't simulate my Dao Domain." Fan Lang spread his hands.
"Something like that can actually happen? I thought this Illusory Battlefield was omnipotent." The Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint was surprised.
"If we can't fight here, then we can only go back to reality and fight."
"Mm, let's go back. But when you make your move, you'd better show some restraint. I've seen that Dao Domain of yours before. It's truly terrifying. Just watching it from afar makes my back go cold."
"Rest assured, Master. Your disciple has always known when to hold back. After we're done, I guarantee you'll still be breathing."
"What? Only still breathing?"
The master and disciple exchanged a few jokes, then left