"Damn..."
In the illusion, Li Yun was on the verge of losing himself.
Panic had seized his heart.
He knew that if this fierce self-doubt continued, the Illusory Power would consume him completely. Even he, a Sage at the Late Heavenly Constant stage, would become an illusory existence.
He and everything about him would vanish into the illusion.
But he could not stop doubting himself.
He knew he should not have such doubts. As a Sage at the Late Heavenly Constant stage, he was as real as anything could be.
Yet in this illusion, where truth and falsehood were impossible to tell apart, Illusory Power battered him and twisted his perception. The more he insisted he was real, the more illusory he seemed to himself.
Nor could he do the opposite. If he believed he was an illusion and insisted he was an illusory existence, then when the false was taken for true, the true would become false as well. He really would cease to be real.
Illusory Power was terrifying.
Li Yun felt a pang of regret. He should not have stepped into this illusion so rashly.
He thought of retreating.
But it was no use.
When he tried to withdraw, he found that even the Sword City he sensed through the World-Shocking Book had turned illusory.
That so-called perception seemed to have vanished.
"What the hell..."
Li Yun grew more and more frantic.
He had less and less idea what to do. Only one instinct remained in his heart: to judge, desperately, whether what he saw and felt was real or false.
The stronger that instinct became, the more illusory everything grew.
Step by step, he had entered a deadly loop with no way out.
His mind began to cloud over.
At some point, his whole body began