Everyone climbed the stone steps in silence. After roughly ten minutes, they finally neared the altar.
Looking up, they saw a massive throne standing silently atop the altar.
On that throne sat a figure in white robes, quietly cross-legged. Wisps of milky-white flame circled around him, constantly shifting into various forms.
The white-robed figure merely sat there quietly, without the slightest aura spreading from him. Yet in everyone's eyes, that figure seemed extraordinarily strange.
When everyone stepped onto the altar, the white-robed figure finally slowly opened his eyes. A stunning smile appeared on his handsome face.
"Defeat me, and you may obtain the Demonic Flame source. Otherwise, remain here forever and become my Fire Slaves."
His voice was gentle and kind, yet when it rang out, even this entire space seemed to tremble.
Gu Nan Hai and the others immediately turned grave, while a sense of defeat rose in their hearts. The figure before them actually gave them a feeling that he was utterly unbeatable!
"Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, I have to admit that the illusion you created is even more realistic than the Bodhi Ancient Tree's. But no matter how realistic an illusion is, it is still only an illusion..."
Lu Chuan's deep voice quietly echoed across the altar, while the gentle smile on the handsome man's face gradually froze.
Immediately after, the smile on the white-robed man's handsome face slowly vanished, replaced by an eerie chill.
His eyes fixed tightly on Lu Chuan. Though he said nothing, the surrounding space began to tremble violently like rippling water.
"An illusion?"
"Is this still an illusion?"
"Demon Saint, are you saying we're still trapped inside an illusion?"
Lu Chuan's words startled those around him as well, and disbelief filled their faces.
"I'm real!"
Gu Nan Hai shouted. By his senses,