"An illusion?"
The people from the clans at the side were also startled by Lin Ming's words. In the next instant, they seemed to suddenly understand something, yet found it somewhat unbelievable.
Lei Jie immediately blurted out, "Elder Lin, you mean we're still inside an illusion right now?"
"I'm real!" Lei Yun hurriedly said, a trace of urgency in his voice.
In such a strange place, no one wanted to be nothing more than an illusory existence.
Several other juniors of the Four Clans also chimed in one after another, their faces filled with uncertainty and alarm.
After all, according to their senses, they were absolutely real right now. There was no illusion at all! They could feel their own heartbeats, feel their own breathing, feel the flow of Dou Qi inside their bodies. Everything was so real—how could it possibly be an illusion?
Huo Yao, Yao Wangui, Shi Zhen, and the others exchanged glances, deep doubt in their eyes.
In their perception, they all truly existed. Their Soul Fluctuation, bloodline aura, and the circulation of their Dou Qi—everything was no different from usual. It was nothing illusory.
Seeing everyone's doubt and suspicion about their own reality, Lin Ming smiled faintly, waved his hand, and said, "No need to worry. I know all of you are real..."
After saying this, Lin Ming's gaze shifted to the White-Robed Man. He stared fixedly at him, then said in a deep voice, "But we are indeed trapped deep within an illusion. This is precisely the most terrifying part of the Nightmare Sky Mist. It does not completely drag us into falsehood. Instead, it makes us lose ourselves between reality and illusion."
After a pause, Lin Ming continued, "If we keep following the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame's arrangements, we will only sink deeper and