Battle Through the Heavens: Han Feng Here, Respecting the Teacher and Valuing the Dao

At this moment, those Fire Slaves, that sea of fire, and even the "Xiao Chen" who was a Four-star Dou Sheng were all scenes where truth and falsehood intertwined within the nightmare illusion.

They could not be called entirely false, yet neither could they be called entirely real.

That was the terrifying aspect of the Nightmare Heavenly Mist—it made even Dou Saint experts unable to detect any flaw.

With Soul Power at Heaven Realm Great Perfection, Han Feng split off a Soul Clone, concealed the aura of his true body, and willingly followed the illusion's arrangements, pretending to be trapped—while his true body had long since silently torn through space and escaped, moving against the flow of the illusion to break into the true core Flame Domain.

Flames tore through space. Beyond countless layers of fiery barriers, a white-robed figure stood silently.

The man wore an ancient-style white robe. His features were incomparably handsome, his long hair black as ink, and his eyes indifferent. His expression carried the pride and loneliness of one who looked down upon all living beings.

At this moment, he had yet to realize that someone had silently approached him.

Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame was immersed in its game of deceiving all living beings, slowly awaiting the moment of its emergence.

Those who had entered the Demonic Flame Space were still trapped within the illusions of the Nightmare Heavenly Mist, so this domain was presently very quiet.

"Heh..."

Before the soft laugh faded, a figure descended like a ghost, as though stepping out from a crack in the flames. He made no sound, yet a chill ran straight to the bone.

"Who?!"

Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame spun around abruptly, its pupils shrinking as it stared fixedly at the man standing behind it.

Han Feng stood with