At that moment, the figure of a black-robed man appeared out of thin air at his side. An incomparably terrifying will of frost crushed toward his soul, making his head buzz as he nearly fainted.
Lin Taichu let out a muffled groan. He felt as if a blazing fire were burning within his chest, and the ice coating his body began to crack, collapsing inch by inch until it finally vanished completely.
Once all the ice fragments had scattered, Lin Taichu regained his freedom. He raised his head and looked at the handsome, carefree black-clad young man before him, a trace of astonishment flashing deep in his eyes. He had actually left the illusion?
Yet even though Lin Taichu had escaped the illusion, he had arrived in an entirely different world. It seemed that returning would require him to undergo countless trials.
Lin Taichu could no longer tell where he was. He could not find any path back, and he vaguely guessed that perhaps only by reaching the Martial Emperor Realm could he break this illusory formation.
"May I ask your name?" Lin Taichu asked.
The black-clad young man glanced at Lin Taichu and replied casually, "I am Qin Mu, a Core Disciple of the Tianluo Sect."
"The Tianluo Sect?" Lin Taichu was startled. So my earlier guess had been correct. This was another world.
It was said that Beidou Prefecture had once possessed three immortal palaces, stationed respectively in Tianshu, Tianshuan, and Tianji, each ruling over the Four Regions and Nine Provinces. The Tianluo Sect was a sect under the Tianshu Immortal Palace.
Old Man Tianji came from the Tianshu Immortal Palace.
Lin Taichu's gaze froze slightly as he looked at the black-clad young man. "Why did you send me here?"
Qin Mu stared at Lin Taichu with a