"Young people really lack experience."
The "Ling Ji" before him rose from the ground, dusting off nonexistent dirt with a smile still on his face. "Yuan Ju, was it? In a dreamlike scene like this, how could you be sure that the curse-sound message you sent would be received clearly and accurately by the Abyssal Spirit Net?"
"Or perhaps the Abyssal Spirit Net you invoked was only what you believed to be the Abyssal Spirit Net?"
There was no need for the other side to explain or mock him further. Yuan Ju had already figured it out: this "Ling Ji" had been playing him like a fiddle.
The Abyssal Spirit Net he had invoked earlier had actually been a bizarre illusory web formed by the other party imitating the sensation of the Abyssal Spirit Net.
The more Yuan Ju drew upon his power, the more deeply that illusory network seeped into him, binding his own hands and feet.
Within this illusory dreamscape constructed by the Illusory Nightmare System's power, the other party was probably invincible!
Once Yuan Ju understood that, despair began to grow in his heart.
Just then, "Ling Ji's" twisted, illusory face drew closer. His cold eyeballs turned slightly as he examined Yuan Ju from head to toe. "Your underlying nature seems rather complicated too. That makes sense. Anyone personally guided by a High Priest ought to be somewhat special."
"Let me see. There's one trace left by the Eyes of All Gods, though it isn't particularly deep."
"You belong to a God-favored Race, yet your affinity with water molecules is still extraordinary. There may be something else as well... Let's separate it out."
Yuan Ju could not move. His thoughts were sluggish and frozen, while fear rose over him like a Black Tide, threatening to drown him