"Here we are." Lord Taihua smiled and pointed at a natural terrace halfway up the mountain. "See that? Someone's practicing swordsmanship over there. Don't their clothes look rather similar to Sword Lord Changjian's?"
The immortals nodded, and Qing Weixin immediately said, "Could that mountain really be Mount Fangcun?"
"Heh heh, this old man doesn't know either. In any case, none of us can get inside. If you don't believe me, feel free to try." Lord Taihua wore an expression inviting them into an urn. Everyone hesitated, but Grand Supreme Qingwei looked utterly unafraid and flew straight in. Yet they did not see him enter the illusion within. His body was clearly still outside, while that phantom scene appeared within some region of his body, like a mirage.
It was as if the clouds and mist here were scenery, yet also empty dreams and vanishing bubbles—quite impossible to enter. After old man Qingwei returned to his place, his face was solemn. "Could it be nothing more than a shadow painting, rather than the real thing?"
"Not so. I can say with certainty that this place can be entered. It merely depends on what standing you hold in Sword Lord Changjian's heart. Lord Taihua and I, for instance, can enter a section and gaze at it from afar. But if we wish to go deeper, there is no door for us to enter through. As for you, little friend, you can only linger outside. Forgive me for saying so, but you and Sword Lord Changjian have not interacted much, so naturally, it is difficult for you to enter his dreamscape." Lord Taihua spoke bluntly.
Everyone was utterly shocked. After that, Shandao, Qing Weixin, and Liulisha each went inside, but none of them could actually enter. It seemed that Sword Lord Changjian's affinity