A fierce, sinister, baleful Evil Thought crashed over them.
For a moment, heaven and earth spun, the world changed color, and the Divine Consciousness field of vision began to twist, warp, and dim, as if they had fallen into a gloomy Abyss that left them gasping for breath.
Swept by such an immense Evil Thought, everyone's souls trembled. Even Golden Core Peak Stage cultivators could not hold on. One after another, their eyes went vacant, their glabellas darkened, and they slowly collapsed to the ground.
Mo Hua held out the longest, but even he was struggling greatly.
It was as if an evil Thought Power was continuously warping the space of his Sea of Consciousness, pulling his Divine Consciousness away from his sense of self.
Watching Elder Xun and the others fall one by one, Mo Hua finally could not hold on any longer.
He gave up resisting and allowed that evil force to pull his Divine Sense Avatar from his Sea of Consciousness and carry it into another unknowable realm.
The scenes around him resembled the jumbled Heart Images of ten thousand people.
They were dazzling and bizarre, a riot of strange colors and grotesque sights.
They were filled with fractured, cold, hateful, twisted emotions.
The world warped, shattered, blurred, and then rebuilt itself.
When Mo Hua opened his eyes again, he found himself in an illusory Nightmare world.
Around him still stood an enormous divine temple.
This temple resembled the one he had just seen in the Manifest Realm.
Everywhere was resplendent in gold and jade, with magnificent pavilions and solemn towers, yet it was saturated with a dense, sinister, pitch-black aura of Evil Thought.
Filthy Black Water soaked the golden towers.
Rotten flesh born of Evil Thought hung from the flying eaves.
Malformed, hideous eyes were embedded