Li Yan's awakening instantly shattered the atmosphere of the illusion.
Everyone's gaze turned vicious as they glared at him, seemingly resentful that he had pierced through the facade.
Boom!
In the next instant, the cabin underwent a sudden transformation.
The extravagant carved beams and painted rafters from moments ago were violently crumpled and torn apart by an invisible giant hand.
The smooth cabin walls bulged and cracked, and corpses covered in slick mucus squeezed through the fissures, twitching madly.
The thick red carpet beneath his feet also transformed into a black mire. Countless withered, stick-thin arms with ashen skin suddenly reached out, carrying a pungent, rotting stench as they clawed viciously at his ankles.
The ornate palace lanterns overhead twisted into faces silently wailing in agony.
The sounds of silk and bamboo abruptly turned into inhuman shrieks sharp enough to pierce eardrums, mixed with the grinding of bones.
It was as though ten thousand ghosts were weeping together, violently assaulting Li Yan's Divine Soul.
"Nogao! Three Stars on the left, three prisons on the right! Heaven and earth turn upside down, the nine paths are all blocked! Evil miasma and illusory pestilence..."
Ignoring the horrifying sight that would have driven an ordinary person to collapse, Li Yan's hands flashed through incantation seals as he chanted the Northern Emperor Body Protection Incantation.
He had fallen into the illusion so easily earlier not only because Hongxiao Workshop was unusual, but also because the sight of people's hearts collapsing before the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty had resonated with his past-life experiences. His empathy had allowed him to be ensnared.
By contrast, the scenes before him merely looked terrifying, but were actually easier for him to deal with.
Hum!
The Thousand Thoughts Armguard hummed and trembled as violent winds whipped up around