"Father, what happened to you? Who did this to you?!"
Elsewhere, Xi Youmeng had already been deeply affected by the formation's illusion, sinking into a mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
As far as the eye could see, every face was one she knew. The many elders and uncles of Shadow Pavilion, even her father—every one of them had died miserably before her.
Seeing her own father lying before her, covered in blood, Xi Youmeng's eyes widened, filled with terror and despair. Her father's past affection and protection flashed ceaselessly through her mind like a lantern carousel.
Xi Youmeng's heart felt as though it were being torn apart. With a grief-stricken howl, she rushed forward, wanting to embrace her father's corpse.
Yet before she could draw near, Ji Lanjun's panicked cry for help came from one side. "Youmeng, farewell~"
Looking up, she saw Ji Lanjun in tattered clothes, the roots of her legs smeared with blood and pale stains.
She had clearly suffered some inhuman torment and humiliation.
Xi Youmeng watched as Ji Lanjun held a short dagger and slit her own throat, blood spraying through the air and forming a sky full of crimson mist.
"No—Lan Jun, don't..." Xi Youmeng let out a shrill, miserable cry.
But all that greeted her was Ji Lanjun's life force fading as she collapsed.
Watching her dearest father and closest friend die one after another before her eyes...
Xi Youmeng's state of mind finally could bear no more. She crumpled to the ground, her gaze turning hollow and numb as tears poured forth like floodwaters bursting through a breached dam.
"No, no, this isn't real..."
Xi Youmeng cried out in near madness.
Elsewhere.
The moment Lu Feng sensed Xi Youmeng's predicament, his expression became exceedingly grave. He knew she could not