Only then did he see that in mid-air opposite the lone peak, at some unknown point, dozens of figures were already hovering in the sky.
Among them were men and women, old and young. Some wore fluttering Daoist robes and had the bearing of immortals; others wore feathered garments and starry crowns, mysterious and unfathomable...
Their attire varied, and their temperaments differed, but without exception, their entire bodies were exuding vast, majestic auras. Like gods standing high above, they looked down coldly at Chen Fei on the summit of the lone peak, their gazes filled with scrutiny, loathing, and unconcealed killing intent.
"Secretly cultivating demonic arts?"
Chen Fei's brows furrowed slightly, and he instantly understood his identity in this new illusion: a disciple whose secret of practicing a demonic-path technique had been discovered and was now being judged?
This was quite similar to the previous illusion, where he had been hunted down by a Dynasty army. Both were dead-end scenarios.
Moreover, judging from the auras these people were exuding, all several dozen of them possessed pressure equivalent to the Sun Moon Realm. Compared to his current strength, which had only recovered to the Early Mountain Sea Realm, it was still an overwhelming gap.
Sun Moon against Mountain Sea—that was an essential chasm. Under normal circumstances, a single Sun Moon Realm cultivator could wipe out dozens or even hundreds of Mountain Sea Realm cultivators with a flick of a finger.
"Do you know your crime!"
Among those dozens of figures, an old Daoist in a crimson Daoist robe, his face like a ripe red jujube, had the most explosive temper. Seeing Chen Fei look up, killing intent surged in his eyes, and he shouted sternly.
Then he raised his right hand, extended a finger, and pointed from afar at the lone