Those who blindly challenged unknown peaks were already walking the road to their own deaths.

He gazed at the gray mist shimmering with flowing light around his fingertips.

There was little emotion in Ling Wuyuan's eyes, only a hint of contemplation.

Although he had managed to glean a few of its mysteries by taking [Thousand Autumns Floating Life Illusory Light] head-on just now, even he could not reverse-engineer all its intricacies so easily.

His strength and accumulated knowledge were both far from sufficient.

And so.

Just as Ling Wuyuan had said earlier.

This move was merely a newly created, unfinished product.

Its actual power was bound to fall far short of [Thousand Autumns Floating Life Illusory Light], which countless people had refined and perfected. At best, it could only be considered a rather crude imitation.

However.

Even though it was only an imperfect imitation.

When creating this move, Ling Wuyuan had still incorporated all manner of knowledge he had learned, giving it various special effects entirely different from those of [Thousand Autumns Floating Life Illusory Light].

If the defining feature of [Thousand Autumns Floating Life Illusory Light] was that it plunged its victims into countless illusions, draining a thousand years of life in an instant and rapidly aging them to death without their ever knowing what had happened.

Then the main feature of Ling Wuyuan's move was that it manifested every injury suffered within the illusions on its victims' bodies, bringing death to its targets by making imaginary wounds real.

The next moment.

Under Gao Xinrong's intensely anxious gaze, the gray mist coiling around Ling Wuyuan's fingertips suddenly became a rolling tide of fog, surging toward him at tremendous speed... although the fog did not move as quickly as the streams of light produced by [Thousand Autumns Floating Life Illusory Light], it carried an even greater sense of oppression, like some intangible tsunami!

When the