Soul, Flesh, Spirit

At one moment, he seemed to find himself on a desolate battlefield, surrounded by fallen friends.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and despair.

His master, Ning Zhan Kong, died before his eyes. Zhou Tong was captured by the Insect Race, and Wang Mu fell in the Moon Pit.

This was the Moon Battlefield!

Xu Qing's eyes remained clear.

He knew full well that all of this was an illusion. Only the resolve in his heart was something he could truly rely on.

"If my heart is a boulder and my will is steel, then no illusion, however powerful, can shake me in the slightest."

He chuckled softly as spiritual power surged around him.

It transformed into a powerful aura that shattered the surrounding illusions one by one.

At the same time, Han Shan, Liu Mengxuan, and Ye Fei were each struggling within their own illusions.

Han Shan faced endless snowy mountains, with every step draining all his strength.

Liu Mengxuan, on the other hand, was trapped in one emotional entanglement after another. Every choice tore at her heart.

As for Ye Fei, he searched for light within endless darkness, each attempt seeming to exhaust the flame of his life.

What each of them faced was the softest place in the depths of their hearts!

"Why did the Young Sect Master agree to let them climb this Divine Ascension Ladder?" You Zi asked as he stood beside Ying Wuhen, watching the four climb the mountain.

"Of course, it's to befriend Long Zhenfeng." Ying Wuhen smiled openly, making no attempt to hide it.

You Zi looked puzzled. "Why? Just because he brought back those Demon Race prodigies?"

"Elder Yun is too fixated on appearances."

Ying Wuhen gently shook his head, his deep gaze directed into the distance.

There