It was an exceedingly bizarre blend of colors: one side was a majestic, sacred pale gold, while the other was a profound and sinister black, brimming with chaos and resentment.
Two utterly opposing powers that should have been as incompatible as fire and water were now entwined, eroding and devouring each other while maintaining a strange equilibrium.
All of this had happened within the absolutely isolated space of the Space Grid. In other words, this was the true essence of that piece of "Sky Blue Wood."
"My previous feeling was correct. This place is an illusion..." Chen Fei's gaze flickered slightly as he looked at the bizarre mass of golden-black vital energy within the Space Grid.
Why had the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that had been snatched away reappeared? Why had he returned to the starting point alone? Why could his divine soul detect no abnormality, while everything was riddled with logical strangeness?
Because everything here was fake!
Chen Fei himself could not sense it, but once that seemingly genuine piece of "Sky Blue Wood" had been placed into this absolutely isolated space, the illusory power sustaining its existence could no longer maintain its outward appearance, revealing its most fundamental form.
Back when he had been at the Illusionary Gate in the Xuan Yu Realm, Chen Fei had cultivated illusion arts.
Although the Illusionary Gate was worlds apart from the illusion within this Ancient Ruin, like clouds and mud, certain fundamental principles and concepts of illusion arts were interconnected.
At the time, the highest realm of the Illusionary Gate's illusion arts was to let an opponent know that everything before them was false, yet still be unable to break free. In the end, the false would become real.
It was not merely about deceiving an opponent's senses, but about