This was an illusion array capable of leaving him battered all over. He had no power to break it right now; rashly charging out would only be courting death.
"Alas!" Lin Taichu sighed, then sat up. He decided to recuperate for a few days and see how well he recovered.
He had no idea how much time had passed in the real world. Within this illusion, he could not sense the passage of time.
"Since that's the case, I might as well improve my martial arts."
Since he could not feel time passing, Lin Taichu had no idea what to do at the moment. He might as well cultivate for a while. Perhaps he would gain some unexpected results!
Lin Taichu promptly sat cross-legged atop the river and began circulating the Mystic Ice Divine Art.
"Sizzle!"
In an instant, a gust of cold wind swept past. A thin layer of ice formed over Lin Taichu's skin, only to melt away the next moment, making him smile bitterly.
Although the Lin Clan's Mystic Ice Art was formidable, it was far too difficult to cultivate. In just a short while, he had spent five hundred points to barely master it.
However, what delighted Lin Taichu was that after cultivating the Mystic Ice Divine Art, his physique seemed to have improved somewhat. He was no longer as weak as when he had first entered the illusion, when even walking had been difficult.
"Hmm?"
Just as Lin Taichu prepared to rise and leave, his gaze suddenly sharpened. In the grass some distance away, a cloud of black mist drifted over, gradually condensing into the shape of a monster.
This monster had nine tails and a savage head. A single upright horn grew from its brow, while its pair of scarlet eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty