The Black Buddha stared at the man before it for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. "As expected of someone I favor. No wonder you earned the Primal Divine Statue's favor."
"This Life-Death Illusion Realm is no ordinary illusion. One can experience thousands, even tens of thousands, of cycles through different memory scenes. No matter how powerful a cultivator is, their own memories will trigger illusions great and small within it."
"Even if they quickly break free from one illusion, they will immediately enter the next, like the Six Paths cycling endlessly, until their Dao heart and Primordial Spirit are completely worn away."
"Even an Eerie Divine Statue that falls into this Life-Death Illusion Realm would have almost no chance of awakening on its own, let alone someone like you, who appears utterly unscathed."
Lin Fan stared at the Black Buddha. "The illusions came one after another and truly drained the mind, but in the end, they were still only illusions."
"As long as one's will is firm enough and the power of one's Primordial Spirit is strong enough, one can endure until the end."
He looked as calm as ever, but only heaven knew that the power of his Primordial Spirit had nearly been exhausted. If he had not cultivated an immaculate Primordial Spirit, he truly might have ended up as the Black Buddha described, completely sinking into the illusions.
His mind would have been ground away by the illusions, all the power of his Primordial Spirit drained dry.
The Black Buddha let out a savage laugh, its gaze upon Lin Fan growing even more fervent.
"You cultivated an immaculate Primordial Spirit?"
It quickly saw through the reason.
"Of course." Lin Fan admitted it readily.
Even if he denied it, the other party would be able to guess.