The next instant, the toll of the bell seemed to transform into strange notes that pierced through layer upon layer of space and bored into the soul of the Imperial Clan expert. His expression suddenly froze, and his hearing went dead for a second before returning to normal. Yet a portion of his memories had vanished from his mind.
His body trembled slightly as he raised his head to look at Lin Taichu.
What kind of secret art was this?
"This is... an Illusion Technique." The Imperial Clan expert's pupils contracted. At that moment, he had actually forgotten an extremely important memory. This secret art was so bizarre and unfathomable.
Yet Lin Taichu remained calm. He had used this secret art hundreds of times and was already familiar with the sensation.
Back then, he had been ambushed by a top-tier prodigy and nearly died here. Fortunately, his master had arrived in time to save him from danger and bestowed upon him an Illusion Technique called the Illusion Demon Art. Once cultivated to its peak, it could confuse an enemy's mind.
At that moment, the expert fell into a strange state. It was as though he had entered a pitch-black Void, where everything was silent. He walked through the darkness, unable to see any hope, and a feeling of despair welled up within him.
He wanted to leave, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not do so. There were no rules to follow here; it was like an eternal void.
Gradually, he stopped walking and stood where he was, his eyes blank, as though he had lost his soul.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..." Tiny sounds suddenly rang out as notes drifted through the air. Every note contained a special fluctuation that continuously stimulated his divine sense.
"This is an