Chen Fei had always felt that the cultivators outside the window were fake, formed by the restrictions; otherwise, how could time possibly shift so quickly?
But just now, when he sent a thread of elemental energy into Lu Chongguang's body, Chen Fei discovered that Lu Chongguang was not an illusion, but an existence of real flesh and blood.
Chen Fei had deliberately dispersed that thread of elemental energy into the surroundings rather than into Lu Chongguang's body because he wanted to see what exactly the surrounding environment was like.
Was it a real environment, or something purely manifested by restrictive formations?
In the end, judging from the feedback from that thread of elemental energy, it was actually not a restrictive formation, but a real environment.
A real environment, real cultivators—but that did not mean this place was truly a normal cultivation world. In Chen Fei's mind, a movie from his previous life surfaced involuntarily.
The friends around him, even his parents and siblings, were all actors; only the protagonist was kept in the dark. And everything in the protagonist's daily life was watched by audiences across the entire world.
To the protagonist, everything around him was real, but in truth, it was merely a massive recording studio.
To Lu Chongguang, the world around him was real, but in Chen Fei's eyes, what lay before him was still only a cultivation-management game.
Chen Fei simply had not figured out what purpose the restrictions on the final summit of this divine mountain had in trapping all the Ninth-Orders in place and then creating such a cultivation game.
Was it just to fleece more Top-Grade Essence Crystals from the pockets of the cultivators around them?
Stray thoughts flashed through Chen Fei's mind. No matter what the purpose of this divine mountain was, the