Lin Fan had experienced quite a few illusions before, but methods that could silently drag someone into an illusion were truly rare.
He closed his eyes and released his soul-sense, but no matter how far his perception extended, he still could not find the slightest flaw.
At that moment, the surrounding environment began to change. Strange vines along the bank writhed and started spreading toward Lin Fan.
The surface of the water slowly parted, revealing a dried-up riverbed.
Lin Fan's expression turned slightly grim. In an instant, his figure shot away like lightning, heading in the direction he had come from.
He had only tried it on a whim, never expecting to land on a platform built of rock before long.
Several figures emerged from the distance. The one at the forefront was none other than the Yunmeng Sect Master.
She wore a palace-style dress, her brows and eyes curved beautifully, her skin as white as snow and her waist slender. The moment she saw Lin Fan, she smiled sweetly. "Fellow Daoist, you've finally arrived."
At the Yunmeng Sect Master's side stood a withered old man in a tattered Daoist robe. His eyes, however, gleamed brightly as he sized up Lin Fan.
On the other side was a Demon Cultivator with a human body and a bear's head. Its mouth was lined with fangs, and a terrifying aura radiated from it.
The Yunmeng Sect Master spoke again. "The entrance to the secret realm is filled with Dream Sand. No matter how profound a cultivator's cultivation is, once they are swept into it, they will find it difficult to escape and will sink into it."
"I thought we would need to wait a little longer for you, Fellow Daoist. I never expected you to break free from the illusion so easily."