"What is this Eternal Illusion Demon Flower?"
Hearing Lin Langtian's words, Lin Dong asked in surprise.
Lin Langtian thought carefully for a moment before saying, "This thing does not originate from our Heavenly Profound Continent. It is a terrifying item of the Yi Mo Race.
It is said that cultivating this flower requires the flesh and blood of countless living beings, with the blood of an Abyssal Demon King as the catalyst. Only after a thousand years can an Eternal Illusion Demon Flower be born."
"This flower emits a fragrance that humans cannot detect. Once that fragrance is inhaled, one will fall into an illusion.
That illusion will never fade. Once trapped within it, unless the person's body withers away, they will remain imprisoned in that illusion forever.
Moreover, outsiders would not notice anything unusual. They would only assume that the person was in deep seclusion, cultivating."
Lin Dong's pupils shrank slightly. "Bro Langtian, are you saying that the Heavenly Demon Marten Race expert inside, even Little Marten's father, has already fallen into that illusion?"
"Yes." Lin Langtian nodded.
After all, he knew that through Hao Jiuyou, the Yi Mo Race had long since extended its reach into the Heavenly Demon Marten Race.
"Let's find Little Marten's father first."
After the shock subsided, Lin Dong sighed softly. The most urgent matter was still to find Little Marten's father.
Having made up their minds, Lin Langtian and Lin Dong quickened their pace once more. Guided by the faint resonance emitted by the blood feather in their hands, they swiftly headed in one direction.
Tap.
After charging forward for half an hour, Lin Langtian and Lin Dong abruptly came to a stop.
Their eyes were fixed on the blood feather. At that moment, the dim feather had actually regained a trace of