Gentleness was naturally the most dangerous trap.
Lin Heng and Bai Yi stepped in place, the scenes before them utterly different.
Amid a haze of mist, many people appeared before Lin Heng's eyes.
Yun Yao, Duan Shuyun, Mu Liuxi, Meng Yutong, and the others...
They were all his precious wives, only they were all naked, their body proportions almost exactly the same, as if carved from the same mold, with only their heads different.
Lin Heng's brows knitted tight. For a person to sink into a land of tender pleasures, the prerequisite was that this tender land be real enough.
The bodies before him, each topped with a different appearance, were simply so disgusting they made him want to retch.
They could not even manage certain details, such as Ancestor Yao and Dummy Senior Sister—those were inherited divine beasts.
"Hmph, what lies in people's hearts differs vastly. I thought it could come up with something clever."
Lin Heng gave a light snort. Though he could not bear to look at the bodies, with a slight movement of his divine sense, he felt as if he had raised his hand and slashed out a ray of sword light.
That sword light passed through several illusory figures, but it simply went straight through their bodies.
All kinds of seductive sounds echoed by his ears, and they were still closing in bit by bit, drawing nearer.
Their eyes held obsession, venomous resentment, coveting...
The true form of the spirit could not be disturbed by the power of external things.
Just as those crisscrossing hands were about to touch Lin Heng's cheek, his gaze burst forth, vermilion fire surging to the heavens, instantly grinding all falsehood to pieces.
The world before him shattered into fragments.
The space that had originally shown three colors disintegrated