Illusion Mother

"G-Ghost..."

Yu Tao cried out in a total breakdown.

His sword heart had failed him.

Feng Nishang and the others exchanged glances.

A ghost?

Spirits undeniably existed.

But they were powerful cultivators, practically sages. Would they really be afraid of such a thing?

What was Yu Tao playing at?

They followed the direction of his finger. Apart from the endless Star Mist, there was nothing.

"G-Ghost!"

"A woman in red! A female ghost!"

"Help!"

Yu Tao shouted, his voice trembling.

Whoosh!

A slender, fair finger touched his chest. Wu Jiaojiao had made her move.

"Yu Tao, calm down."

"You must have seen a strange phenomenon in the starry sky. Hold fast to your Dao heart."

She reminded him.

In his panic, Yu Tao felt a cool stream of pure Spiritual Power flow from the tip of that delicate finger. He immediately came to his senses.

Much of his fear faded, too.

Yu Tao knew that this was the Illusory God Art, a family technique passed down through Wu Jiaojiao's line. It gathered the wonders of many arts and was unfathomably profound.

Among its effects were cleansing the soul and warding off all evil.

Once he came to, Yu Tao dared not open his eyes again.

He hurriedly sat cross-legged and meditated, guarding his Dao heart.

Yet the woman in red holding a red paper umbrella remained in his mind, impossible to dispel. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. His body trembled, and his face was pale.

Still, he was in much better shape than before.

At least he retained a sliver of clarity, enough to keep him from dying of Qi Deviation.

"Brother Li has veered off our course and entered an unknown stretch of the starry sky."

"Things may get rough from here on. Everyone, be careful."

Wu Jiaojiao