Seeing Song Qingyu put on an expression of leaving herself at their mercy, the White-clothed Woman's brows furrowed slightly, and an unpleasant look slowly appeared on her face.
"Looks like you're certain I don't dare lay a hand on you. Since that's the case, then all we can do is leave it to fate!"
After saying this, the White-clothed Woman directly cast a spell and released a streak of spiritual light. A moment later, a small bronze cauldron appeared before Song Qingyu.
After appearing in midair, the small bronze cauldron began spinning rapidly without pause. Before long, it transformed into a giant cauldron two or three zhang tall, emanating gusts of icy wind.
"This is the Illusion Heart Cauldron. Anyone who falls into it will enter an Illusion Realm and endure every punishment and agony under heaven. Everything they hear and see will be no different from reality.
"Even Nascent Soul Cultivators would find it difficult to withstand the pain brought by such an Illusion Realm.
"Will you go in yourself, or shall we invite you in?"
Looking at the Three-legged Small Cauldron spinning endlessly in midair, Song Qingyu let out a helpless sigh. Without waiting for the other party to urge her, she stepped inside with a resolute expression.
Five days later, deep within Yunwu Mountain.
As Huang Siyuan, Li Wutong, and Fang Baixuan flew over a mountain peak, they suddenly stopped.
"Junior Sister Huang, what is it? Is it still somewhere nearby?"
Hearing Li Wutong's question, Huang Siyuan opened the bamboo scroll in her hand and examined it carefully. With a puzzled look, she replied, "Strange. The Sword Intent Qingyu left behind points somewhere nearby.
"But we've searched continuously for several days and still found nothing. Could this thing be displaying something incorrectly?"
"Then let's split up