If Huang Ji compromised with fate, Huang Ji would be dead.
Even if he lived, he would merely be someone else. He told Lin Li not to trust that version of him, but to turn his back on him just as he had in the illusion.
Judge the deed, not the person.
But Lin Li did not respond directly. He glanced at the others, who were still struggling within the illusion, and changed the subject. "This illusion was terrifying. I never saw through it, even at the end. Instead, I killed myself... Did you wake me up, big brother?"
Huang Ji said, "It made you experience the most terrifying things imaginable, with such realism that it was almost impossible to expose through physical means."
"In a sense, this technique is real, because you genuinely scanned the relevant data. You could say that all your senses were being controlled."
"That includes your memories. All of you forgot that Void Terror had already arrived. Your memories stopped at the point when I was still talking to you."
"Of course, it can only make you forget memories. It cannot freely alter them yet."
Lin Li understood. So that was it. This illusion was far too powerful.
If every sense a person possessed, every piece of information they received from the outside world, was supplied by someone else, then that so-called illusion was their real world.
It was rather like perfectly realistic virtual reality, though naturally, it was nowhere near that simple.
In virtual reality, people lost their physical bodies and switched to data bodies, so of course everything they saw and heard was under someone else's control.
But they were all dimension transcenders with π-level souls, and they were still in the real world. They had not gone anywhere. A technology that could