Real and False

In Hell, the blood-red evening glow was about to vanish.

Before the dilapidated little city, Wang Xuan's figure blurred, about to fade away beyond the city walls.

In an indescribable atmosphere, several Demon Immortals—the Black Swan, the Ox Demon, the Yin-Yang Dog, and others—were overwhelmed by intense unease. Their perception was actually deteriorating.

They had not seen any mist, yet though Wang Xuan was right before their eyes, they were about to lose sight of him.

They even looked at one another and discovered that the "familiar demons" beside them had also dimmed, leaving only outlines with no clear features.

For a moment, the several Demon Immortals trembled violently. What was happening? Kong Xuan was practicing, his own form becoming blurry, and they were about to vanish along with him?

"Something's wrong. We're still here, but our minds are covered in dust, making us deny our own existence. This is even more terrifying than the Only I am True Scripture." The Ten-tailed Demon Fox's mind was ultimately more extraordinary than the others'. Sensing the changes within herself, she was utterly horrified.

No one needed to cast a spell on them. Right now, they themselves were hinting to themselves, trying to "cross themselves out" from the Real World.

The thick mist was heavy. What Wang Xuan saw was completely different from what they saw. Everything in the current world seemed false, its truth covered by a layer of fog.

He had already risen to his feet, paper in hand, and walked toward the mist. Yet in the eyes of the several Demon Immortals, that meant he was about to disappear from the Real World.

The several Demon Immortals could not see the thick fog. They only saw Hell's final trace of blood-red sunset absorb him.

"He's about to be gone!" The