One week later.
The ruins of Desolate Celestial Fortress exploded, and a figure with sixteen arms emerged from the dust. It was Lu Yang.
After killing Li Weiqi, Lu Yang worried that other powerful members of the Netherflame Clan might use secret techniques to enter the Magic-Free Pureland. He hid within the ruins of Desolate Celestial Fortress, concealing his tracks while contemplating this mysterious sensation.
Having watched so many main gods and half-step God Kings die before him, their millions of years of cultivation vanishing in an instant, Lu Yang gained profound insights. Not only had his spiritual realm broken through the shackles of a mid-level god, but based on the Thirty-Three Heavens, he had also created an even more powerful illusion art—Illusion Art: Three Thousand Worlds!
"Masters, which one of you wants to test Three Thousand Worlds for me?" Lu Yang asked with a blink.
"Get lost," the Blazing Demon God and the Grand Prince refused in unison. They had watched Lu Yang create Three Thousand Worlds bit by bit with their own eyes.
The illusion and emptiness of Three Thousand Worlds made their scalps tingle and their entire bodies turn cold. Neither of them wanted to try it.
Illusion arts differed from other spells. Whether magical or physical, other techniques existed to inflict damage, and their power was directly tied to their rank. Illusion arts were different.
Using one's deeper understanding of life to create an illusion, it directly attacked the target's spiritual power. If the target's understanding of life was far weaker than the caster's, they would be unable to escape the illusion.
This had nothing to do with how long one had cultivated. Even if one person had cultivated in seclusion for a hundred thousand years while another had cultivated for only ten thousand years but