At the same time, elsewhere.
Lin Xuan looked at the scene before him, and a look of alarm and uncertainty appeared on his face.
A great mountain entered his sight. At the foot of the mountain, a tiny village lay scattered, tranquil and peaceful.
Birds sang on the branches, and wild rabbits could be seen from time to time in the grass, seeming to search for delicious food.
To be fair, there was nothing captivating about the scene before him. In the mortal world, such a quiet and beautiful little village could easily be seen.
But to Lin Xuan, all of this was far too familiar.
Before he stepped into the world of cultivation, he had always lived in just such a small village.
He knew every blade of grass and every tree here.
And the scene before his eyes was not the slightest bit different from the one in his memories.
That was why Lin Xuan felt somewhat dazed.
However, his lapse lasted only an instant. Very soon, a trace of ridicule appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth.
An illusion?
Lin Xuan was worthy of being an experienced cultivator. In the blink of an eye, he had thought of a reasonable explanation for what had happened to him.
This ancient cultivator ruin was indeed not so easy to barge through. He had just finished dealing with so many puppets, and with one careless step, he had fallen into an illusion again.
If those seeking treasure were a group of Spirit Division Stage Cultivators, even if they numbered several dozen, they would probably have had their souls return to the underworld. Even at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, whether one could gain any advantage in the face of the illusion before him was still hard to say.
After all,