Truth of Turning Reality into Illusion

"Fighting against a corner of the Super Peerless light of the mind and analyzing their essence will be very beneficial to me?" Wang Xuan naturally and keenly perceived the change.

Although he still hasn't broken through to the cutting edge of the Eleventh Stage of Mythological Theory, he seems to be accumulating something.

"The thickness of the Essence of Life?" He was in a state of mental and physical clarity, immersed in a special state, where he could observe the malice at the end of the void and better understand the subtle changes within himself.

Breaking through the limits of the realm and gaining Spiritual Heavenly Eye elevates one's spirituality, making one's perception of the inner and outer world completely different from what it was before.

"Recently, my strength has increased too quickly, but I have rarely stopped to fight against super life forms such as evil dragons and golden figures, and I have been hovering in the realm of breaking limits. I have never expected that there would be such benefits."

He reflected on why he could not get into the Eleventh Stage, which was so close at hand. It was probably because he lacked the corresponding level of substantial experience. Fighting dragons and other monsters would certainly be a rare experience.

He thought of the environment in which ancient cultivators lived, where competition was extremely fierce, and a single disagreement could easily lead to bloodshed.

As a modern person in today's environment, although he fights and faces life-or-death crises, he still lacks something.

In the Mythological World, some peerless powerhouses travel the world shedding blood, crawling out of Sea of Corpses and Blood. Not to mention others, even the Demon Lord and Old Zhang are like this.

Wang Xuan had seen scenes from ancient times, where the Demon Lord Yanyan fought against an entire battlefield, battling countless opponents before finally departing, leaving behind a terrifying lake where the earth was covered in blood and mountains of demon corpses.

Although she was the most beautiful woman in the world, with a smile that could topple cities, she had also gone through blood and fire, fought her way up through countless battles, and faced countless competitors. Behind her was a world of swords and shadows.

Needless to say, Zhang Daoling is still fighting demons and monsters, trying to make contact with extraterrestrial civilizations, exploring the forbidden zone mentioned by the mechanical bird, and killing the most powerful monsters in the depths of the universe.

"Although I am in a bad situation, with a dragon blocking my door and having experienced many battles, the present world is relatively peaceful compared to the bloody mythological environment of ancient times. There is no sense of crisis that makes people despair."

Wang Xuan pondered that he wasn't without life-or-death moments, but they were rather brief, and he lacked intense battles of the same level. In the present world, he usually fought his way through.

"Although I don't want it to be this way, there really aren't many opponents who require me to fight to the death. At this stage, because of my strength, there's no opportunity for me to bleed more."

He felt that he had to create the conditions himself, not to seek torture, but to truly hone himself and make up for his shortcomings.

"I wanted to live that kind of life where there's no tomorrow, to experience sleeping amidst Sea of Corpses and Blood, but that's impossible now, the times don't allow it. But I can find myself powerful opponents. I'll continue to fleece the evil dragon and the golden figure. Also, there are seven supreme experts at the meteorite passage. I need to find out their situation, and that's something I can consider."

Then, Wang Xuan unleashed a provocative ancient spell at the evil dragon and the golden figure outside the endless void, continuing to drain their spiritual light.

"What's the point of a loser who's been dead for so many years coming back alive, just to prove that you harbored deep resentment and that you died a miserable death?"

"Hiding your head and showing your tail, watching me sitting cross-legged here, you reveal your greedy eyes, wanting to take my place? You worthless rat."

Wang Xuan commented that he calmly faced the two people. Although it was of little use to the strongest, the two people were indeed determined to devour him. They were surprised and curious that he could withstand the ancient curse.

Having made thorough preparations, they struck again. Wang Xuan, however, disappeared for the third time.

This time, it took a while. When he returned, he looked thoughtful, reflecting on his experiences and summarizing his Gains and Losses.

"The enhanced spiritual light caused me some trouble, but I resolved it, and the benefits to me are even more obvious. However, such a dragon and golden shadow are not good miners. They lack discipline and have no sense of awe. They are only suitable as sparring partners or to be burned to death."

"Especially since if you set them on fire in the meteorite tunnel, they'll be completely burned to death the next time you go back, so it's not very practical."

He tried to leave behind a glimmer of their spiritual light, sealing it within the meteorite passage, but it quickly vanished completely.

"A disposable waste product, hardly of any use!" Wang Xuan was very dissatisfied.

Because Fang Yuzhu, Zhang Daoling, the Demon Lord, and others were always there, every time he went in, it was like a TV series, allowing him to pick up where the story left off.

He was pondering what exactly caused these individual differences.

After Wang Xuan exploited the dragon for the fourth time, the dragon became enraged and, unable to tolerate it any longer, simply... disappeared!

At the edge of darkness, the creature with the golden eyes also fled decisively. Tonight had taken a toll on the light of the soul, and even the most powerful person could not withstand such a drain.

What kind of era is this? Myths Great Collapse, and the extraordinary is drying up. By depleting their own spiritual power in this way, they are seriously affecting their future.

Both the evil dragon and the mysterious creature were extremely unwilling to accept that their inner light had vanished in the body of that weakling.

They were convinced that it wasn't the man and woman who did it, which made it even more unacceptable.

Deep in space, inside an ancient spaceship, the four masters repeatedly emitted smoke and faded away, unable to bear the disturbance. Especially after roughly knowing who was causing the trouble, they all fell silent.

The Demon Lord, in particular, desperately wanted to pilot the spaceship back immediately and beat that brat into the ground, because he had humiliated her so much!

Now, there are four "dog paw prints" on her dress, four pieces are missing, more than others. Is she being targeted?

Fang Yuzhu's skirt was missing three pieces, but she remained calm.

Old Zhang also had a dark expression, because his sleeves had been torn in two places, leaving him missing two corners.

As for the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor, a piece of his primordial spirit armor was missing, making it difficult for him to smile. He always felt offended. What's wrong with that kid?

Wang Xuan had no bad habits. He acquired rare treasures and clothing multiple times simply to compare them and determine whether each piece of clothing he obtained was truly of the same origin, or was a replica controlled by a mysterious force.

"Great Nether Blood Sect Ancestor, you must punish the Super Cub! This is an insult to you, a great disrespect!" The mechanical bird, adept at reading people's expressions, flapped its wings and shouted.

"The stunningly beautiful Miss Yanyan, you've exposed yourself, your long, fair legs are all showing..." This time, it didn't know when to stop. Just as it finished speaking, it was smashed into molten metal by a white fist. It went limp and splattered everywhere, scaring it so much that it ran to the side to rebuild itself.

Now that the four experts have worked together to study the matter, they have naturally deduced many possibilities, all of which may be related to the supreme treasure Sky-Veiling Mirror.

There was once a scripture that was passed down through several mythological civilizations and has never been destroyed. This simple page seems to carry some kind of magic, and it has remained undying for a long time.

"Its origin is that Supernatural Civilization that possesses the Sky-Veiling Mirror!" According to Zhang Daoling, the Sky-Veiling Mirror was crafted based on this scripture.

"That scripture in Wang Xuan's hand, which sounds like the ramblings of a severely Mental Illness patient?" The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor changed; he had also come into contact with it.

Zhang Daoling said, "Different people see different scenes. Fundamentally, it is about distinguishing truth from falsehood and finding the true source. It repeatedly emphasizes that Only I am the sole truth in the world, and all things, all ages, and all spirits are illusory. External Sensation are all illusions."

Demon Lord Yanyan spoke up, saying, "Little Zhang, you're quite something, you've made progress in practicing the scripture. I really treated it as Mental Illness technique and studied it for a while. Although I have some results, it's different from what you said."

Zhang Daoling laughed and said, "I haven't mastered it either. I've only heard that its origin civilization understood it that way. After my research, I also believe that only those with mental abnormalities can practice it."

"So, that kid is Mental Illness!" The Demon Lord Yanyan's beautiful face showed an unfriendly expression.

The mechanical bird immediately chimed in, "Exactly! It's one thing to blaspheme the two fairies, but he even dared to offend the great Ancestor Zhang and Patriarch Ming! It's utterly shameful!"

Bang!

This time, it took three punches. The Demon Lord, Zhang Daoling, and Mingxue didn't even turn their heads. Each of them punched it, instantly turning it into a pool of liquid, and it cried as it went to recover.

Only Fang Yuzhu didn't make a move; she remained relatively gentle, saying, "That civilization is remarkable. It is said that they use the Sky-Veiling Mirror as a link to illuminate the real world, turning the illusory into the real and the real into the illusory, and to project the myths of the present world there."

Zhang Daoling's expression was solemn as he said, "Yes, they are too audacious. This kind of reversal is truly a reversal of the universe, an inversion of yin and yang, Invert Yin and Yang and illusion."

The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor sighed, "What a pity! In the end, the Mythological World in the mirror seemed to have no foundation and failed to materialize. It exploded as a whole, and the civilization's end was tragic!"

Zhang Daoling said, "I suspect that Wang Xuan's experience was not simply about hearing that scripture. Rather, he also fell into the hands of that strange piece of paper that had survived several mythological civilizations without decaying. He either encountered problems while practicing that scripture or achieved some minor results, but he himself was unaware of it and was deeply trapped in it, experiencing one bizarre and alternative cycle after another."

"The super cub has gone Mental Illness from practicing its skills." The mechanical bird muttered to itself, not daring to shout this time, but it was a rare moment of recognition.

"How do you know so much? Oh, the fragments of the Sky-Veiling Mirror are on you, and there are quite a few clues?" The Demon Lord stared at Old Zhang.

Zhang Daoling spoke uncertainly, "That's possible, after all, the Sky-Veiling Mirror is based on that strange scripture. If the boy accidentally mastered the Great Law of Mental Illness without even realizing it, and is in a state of inexplicable mental transformation without his knowledge, his state would have some effect from the Sky-Veiling Mirror. If he were to add other illusory and real stimuli, he could go even further. If he were to contemplate or think of us, something might happen."

"In the past, the Sky-Veiling Mirror was meant to integrate a mythical civilization into a real world. Wang Xuan only thought of a few of us. There was a sliver of a possibility..." Fang Yuzhu began, looking at Zhang Daoling's rusty bronze mirror, and said, "Plus, you have fragments of the Sky-Veiling Mirror here, which will make it easier."

"Oh, so in the end, we were implicated by Little Zhang?" The Demon Lord turned around.

"I've been implicated, mainly because of that kid!" Old Zhang quickly emphasized, then, a strange look appeared on his face, and he said, "We can find out from that kid who else is in his Mental Illness world. That way, we can estimate the whereabouts of some fragments of the Sky-Veiling Mirror!"

"Contact Wang Xuan and tell him about the situation. He's likely mentally unstable!" Fang Yuzhu said.

However, the mothership is deep in space, and its communication with the Old Earth is intermittent, sometimes taking several days to receive a message from each other.

Furthermore, they are now too far removed from the main body within the curtain of reality to resonate with it in a short time.

Yanyan said, "What's infuriating is that every time our spiritual light is pulled in, we have no memory of it after returning, and we don't know what happened."

"He must have committed a crime!" the mechanical bird whispered, and then it was smashed to pieces by a clean white hand.

"Inscribe words on the Primordial Spirit Armor to tell him something..." the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor began.

Soon, they started leaving messages, with Fang Yuzhu and Old Zhang writing the most.

The Demon Lord Yanyan only said a few simple words, "If you tear my skirt again, I'll kill you!"

Soon after, they were covered in smoke and it started again, but the situation was more serious than before. Their bodies were flickering, and the light of their primordial spirits was fading away.

Inside the meteorite passage, Wang Xuan stared in astonishment at the Demon Lord Yanyan, scrutinizing her closely. Her red dress was tattered and riddled with holes, but four words remained undamaged, standing out prominently. "Tear my skirt."

This is the last chapter tonight. The plot has reached a fork in the road, with two choices. I'm a little hesitant about whether to continue along the original path or develop a major subplot. I need to think about it.