Look at My Past Life

Fake?

When Xu Bai heard those two words, he was clearly startled and then took several steps back.

Not far ahead, the Fat Man was saying things like "it's all fake" while clutching his head and rolling around on the ground.

An aura was constantly flowing around him, emanating from his body and swirling in the sky.

Then, it fell from the sky and covered the Fat Man.

At this moment, the Fat Man's eyes had lost all humanity and human emotion. It was an emotion that was hard to describe, but it was enough to send chills down one's spine.

"I am... fake, this place is fake, everything is fake, so that's how it is, hahahahahaha!"

The Fat Man got up from the ground, making crazy noises and waving his arms and legs like a madman. His aura was constantly rising, and his previously somewhat weak Saint-level strength had now become real.

"Thought Gods."

Seeing this, Xu Bai knew that the Fat Man had completely transformed into Thought Gods.

"It's really frustrating. Every time this happens, they pull this Riddler trick on me. Just when I'm about to find out the truth, they throw it all back at me."

He was about to ask who that "he" really was, but to his utter surprise, at the most crucial moment, this guy turned into the Thought Gods.

Xu Bai didn't know the reason, but now was not the time to think about it. He had to deal with the Thought Gods in front of him, otherwise he would be in danger.

"Because you have become Thought Gods, your realm has been stabilized, but I'm sorry, you are only a Saint of the first rank."

A dazzling white light erupted from Xu Bai's hand. At first, the white light only enveloped his palm, but then it continued to expand. Soon, the blinding white light gathered into a pillar of light, shooting straight into the sky.

The Fat Man had stopped speaking, but his aura had become disordered, transforming into something distinct from the eerie.

He seemed to sense Xu Bai's presence, stiffly turning his head and staring at Xu Bai with mechanical eyes. Those eyes, devoid of any humanity, were different from eerie brutality and killing; they were a kind of gaze that sent chills down one's spine.

"Call..."

A gust of wind blew by, and then Xu Bai felt the scenery around him begin to change. He found that the place he was in had disappeared once again.

It was no longer that mountain, but a place where only darkness remained.

There was no light here, and even with Xu Bai's strength, he couldn't see very far; all he could see was darkness.

"Another illusion, but this time it doesn't seem to be affecting my emotions. What's going on?" Xu Bai wondered to himself.

As he was thinking this, the darkness ahead finally changed. A ray of light appeared in the darkness, gradually spreading and forming a human shape.

The humanoid figure was emitting light, making it difficult to see clearly, but as time passed, the light gradually faded, and soon it turned into a person.

When Xu Bai saw this person, he was slightly taken aback, then the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing an expression of interest.

The person in front of him looked exactly like him, both in terms of clothing and appearance.

He didn't believe the other person could replicate him; it was an illusion.

Not long ago, when he first encountered this Fat Man, the Fat Man looked somewhat similar to Wu Hua, which was a type of illusion.

The Fat Man's illusions are unusual; they don't directly affect your sight or hearing, but rather originate from your inner self and change according to your inner state.

But everything must be something you've experienced.

In other words, what you think is what he manifests.

The person in front of him who looks exactly like him must be a figment of the Fat Man's imagination, so it must be fake.

"But it feels very real. Whether it's real or fake, I don't know, and I can't let my guard down," Xu Bai thought to himself.

In his hands, the towering pillar of light became the only thing that could dispel the darkness, but the darkness dispelled by this pillar was limited to the area within the pillar and could not illuminate other places.

On the other side, the person who looked exactly like him also raised his right hand, and a dazzling white light burst forth from his hand. The white light continued to spread, creating a situation exactly like his.

"Boom!"

A booming sound came, and the person opposite slowly pushed out a beam of light from his right hand towards Xu Bai, which swept towards Xu Bai. In the process of sweeping, it continued to expand, and in the blink of an eye, it had expanded tenfold.

"Come!"

Xu Bai was not intimidated at all and made the same move. The two beams of light overlapped each other, and Myriad Attacks were pushed to the extreme. In the interweaving, a huge residual power was generated.

At this moment, the surrounding darkness could no longer bury the pillar of light, and it completely vanished into nothingness.

Xu Bai saw the other person in the intense light and saw him rushing towards him.

But just as they saw the figure rushing towards them, it vanished instantly.

"Bewitching Shadow Great Art? You even know that?"

He knew that what was in front of him was an illusion, but it was so real that he couldn't believe it.

What is the highest level of illusion? It is the interplay of reality and illusion, truth and falsehood.

You think it's real, but it might be fake; you think it's fake, but it could very well be real.

Xu Bai wouldn't gamble on this. What if it turned out to be real, and he treated it as fake? Wouldn't that be setting himself up for failure?

After all, even if it's an illusion, the Fat Man's saintly strength is not bad in terms of attack power.

Therefore, he had to treat every move as real and give it his all.

Xu Bai's figure disappeared from the spot, and the other party appeared exactly where he disappeared, a white light suddenly flashing in his hand.

"As expected, it has the exact same ability as me. If we continue fighting like this, it will be the most difficult situation for me."

"People who can reach this level are not to be underestimated. Even if it is just an illusion that seems to have no combat power, they can play it with unparalleled skill."

Although he doesn't appear to be at a disadvantage at the moment, he knows in his heart that he is.

The reason is simple: he can perfectly use Myriad Attacks at the first level of sainthood because he has Myriad Miscellaneous Arts that can provide a considerable amount of True Yuan Power.

But this thing is very expensive to use, so once it's used up, failure is inevitable.

"The gap between the extraordinary and the saintly is not small at all. Even for someone like me who used to advance beyond my level as easily as drinking water, it is now a bit difficult to do so, but it is not impossible."

Xu Bai watched as the other person disappeared, and then he disappeared as well. At the same time, his mind was racing.

He used to go up a level without thinking, he just went for it, but things are different now.

Not only is the gap between the extraordinary and the saintly too large, but more importantly, the opponent's strength is too bizarre.

He didn't know much about the art of illusion; he could only guess the true essence of the other party's abilities from their initial contact to the present.

So now he needs to start from this essence. To win at this time, strength alone is not enough; he also needs to use his brain.

Fortunately, things are barely okay for now, but it's not a good long-term solution.

While hiding, Xu Bai pondered in his mind.

"The opponent's illusion is derived from the enemy's thoughts."

"In other words, the person in front of me is derived from my thoughts and possesses all my strength."

"The most crucial point is that I don't know if it's real or fake, or if its attack is real or feigned. So it seems I'm at a disadvantage, but not absolutely."

"I can rely on this feature to solve the problem."

"Your ability is an illusion created from what I have thought and experienced. Then I will show you what I really think."

Actually, the best way to solve the problem at this time is to directly send your own spirit up and let Little Gold handle it.

But Xu Bai didn't intend to do that; he didn't need to pull Little Gold out every time he encountered great danger.

Most importantly, when he summoned Little Gold last time, he noticed something was a little different.

The previous times I brought Little Gold out, he was always in the same spot, without any change.

But ever since he got Little Gold out last time, he found that not only his position had changed, but his state had also changed.

Therefore, he felt that every time he summoned Little Gold, there seemed to be something different, and this difference was something he couldn't control.

Xu Bai, on the other hand, never touches anything he cannot control.

He would only use this tactic in a truly desperate situation, when he was truly powerless to resist, and that is not the case now.

After dodging another attack, Xu Bai's mind started wandering.

He had a great idea: since the other party was a character created according to his own thoughts, he would change his own thoughts.

How to change it.

He is always himself, yet he is not himself.

The person being simulated based on his thoughts is indeed him, but he is the same person in this world. He also has another self, which is his past life.

In his past life, he wasn't so flashy.

Thinking of this, Xu Bai's soul began to stir, and the next moment, his thoughts changed.

As his thoughts shifted, the enemy in front of him suddenly slowed down his attack speed, and at the same time, his clothes changed.

No longer dressed in ancient costume, but in modern attire, his hair has changed from long to short, and his once overwhelming aura has become extremely weak, making him an ordinary person.

The surrounding darkness had long since vanished, replaced by towering skyscrapers and a crisscrossing network of modern city roads. People dressed in modern attire strolled the streets, and various vehicles sped by.

Seeing this scene, Xu Bai felt a pang of nostalgia.

He had lived in this world for many years, but seeing it again at this moment suddenly gave him a sense of unreality.

However, now that everything has been resolved and there is no danger, the remaining task is to Thought Gods.

"You're finished," Xu Bai said with a slight smile.

He disappeared, but soon reappeared behind the other person and gently clapped his hands.

This palm strike, seemingly light and slow, caused the opponent to melt away like a bubble when it landed on them.

"Using thoughts to create illusions is indeed very powerful, yet not truly powerful."

"Can you continue with everything as it is now?"

He knew that once he became Thought Gods, the other party wouldn't listen to him, but at this moment he really wanted to say it.

As soon as he said those words, the surroundings suddenly changed. The cars that were moving around him suddenly changed direction and sped toward him.

Xu Bai stood still, without moving, but strange and beautiful patterns appeared on his body.

—A Myriad Defenses! Vehicles crashed into him, shattering into countless fragments, and buildings began to collapse, pressing down on him, but none of this could harm him.

This is the terror of Xu Bai's thoughts. If he didn't have these memories of his past life, and the world he thought of was still this world, then the world he is in now is very likely to have something that poses a danger to him.

But he was thinking about his past life. With his current strength, who in that world could pose a threat to him?

"It's useless."

Xu Bai narrowed his eyes. With Myriad Defenses in place, he wouldn't bother with these attacks at all.

"Unless... Holy crap! We've messed things up!"

Looking at the sky not far ahead, Xu Bai was dumbfounded to see a peculiar warhead flying towards him.

"Could I withstand the strongest attack from my past life?"

Xu Bai's lips twitched.

He couldn't be sure, but the next moment he took off into the air and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

"Fortunately, no one can control me."

Xu Bai breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the mushroom cloud rise in front of him.

But before he could finish speaking, he saw a dense mass of the same things as before.

Xu Bai: "..."

"Forget it, even if we know it's fake, we still can't let it exist. This thing is so ambiguous, it's hard to deal with."

Xu Bai's heart stirred, and he put away all his thoughts, returning to his original place.

Not far ahead, the person who looked exactly like him reappeared.

Upon seeing this person and the white light emanating from their hand, Xu Bai felt a headache coming on.

This is difficult...

After the Fat Man transformed into Thought Gods, the illusions he created were on a completely different level compared to his previous false attempts at sainthood.

He's not afraid of a direct confrontation, but these underhanded tactics are currently giving him quite a headache.

"After this is over, I need to hurry up and work on something related to illusion, and incorporate illusion techniques into the lessons I learned from this Entering Sainthood Failure Insights," Xu Bai thought.

Here, he saw his own weaknesses, so he went out to improve himself.

However, the most crucial thing is to first resolve this Thought Gods.

"Try the old method, but it doesn't work. The old method is useless."

When he was attacked by illusion magic before, he tried to blast the ground directly with this thing to make the opponent lose their focus for a moment and seize the opportunity.

It now seems that the opponent has become Thought Gods, and it is impossible for them to lose their mind.

So it's quite a big problem and a real headache.

He was thinking here, but it was clear that the person who looked exactly like him didn't want him to think.

The attack struck again, with devastating power, sweeping directly toward Xu Bai.

Xu Bai's figure flickered and disappeared once again, letting the attack miss its mark, and his mind began to think again.

The memories of his past life are useless. The most important thing is that he had a powerful weapon in his past life, and he wasn't sure if he could withstand it.

So now we have to come up with another idea.

Most importantly, you can't just daydream about it; you have to experience it for yourself.

"What should we do..."

Xu Bai dodged and weaved, trying to devise the best countermeasure with minimal effort.

However, the consumption of True Yuan Power is still extremely terrifying. Under the current circumstances, he can only last for half an hour at most.

In this void, only Xu Bai and the person who looked exactly like him remained, the two attacking and defending, constantly dodging and weaving.

"Got it!"

After dodging the opponent's attack once again, Xu Bai finally came up with a solution, and his eyes lit up.

"In that case, I still can't think about things from this world; it has to be about things from my past life."

"What's uncertain right now is whether those things are real or fake. After all, even someone who is proficient in illusion is a Entering Sainthood Expert, and their attack power is by no means weak."

"Then I'll just dodge it directly. Although that thing is very lethal, it doesn't have this kind of speed, which will save my True Yuan Power to the greatest extent."

Having thought of this, Xu Bai had already come up with the optimal solution. At this moment, his thoughts continued to wander.

The surrounding scenery changed again, returning to the original modern city, and at this moment, the sky was once again filled with a large number of bullets.

"There really are a lot..." Xu Bai's lips twitched.

He vanished in a blur before the warheads even hit the ground; this time, he was right.

These things couldn't keep up with his speed, and he was only using the Bewitching Shadow Great Art. He himself was Extraordinary Rank 9 cultivator, so not only could he keep up with the consumption, but he could also slowly recover.

"That feels good," Xu Bai said with a smile.

He then neither attacked nor defended, but simply kept dodging.

Looking at the skyscrapers in front of him, now reduced to ruins, Xu Bai sighed.

Even though I know it's all fake, it still makes me feel really bad.

As time passed, nearly half an hour went by in the blink of an eye. During this half hour, Xu Bai could clearly feel that the attack was gradually weakening.

To be precise, it's not that the intensity of the attack has weakened, but rather that the frequency has decreased. In other words, it takes a tremendous amount of energy for the opponent to create this level of illusion.

Drag it out! Drag it out as hard as you can!

He is a person who likes to confront things head-on, and is well-suited to doing so. Faced with this strange ability, this is the only way he can use it.

Thinking of this, Xu Bai continued running.

After nearly half an incense stick's time had passed, the attack finally stopped.

At the same time, he saw a Fat Man appear in mid-air.

The Fat Man still possessed the characteristics of Thought Gods, but at this moment he had become extremely weak, as if he might dissipate at any moment.

"You're gone," Xu Bai said.

A white light suddenly appeared in his hand, enveloping the Fat Man. The Fat Man let out a shrill wail, but his eyes still showed no trace of humanity.

As the white light in Xu Bai's hand grew increasingly blinding, the Fat Man finally turned to ashes.

"Phew..." Xu Bai let out a long breath and finally relaxed.

Today's battle was truly unexpected.

If it weren't for the crucial moment when I remembered my role in my past life, especially the fact that I was someone without my current strength, I probably would have had to send Little Gold out for a trip again.

"So next, it's time to continue exploring. The most important thing is that I seem to have discovered some clues. Who exactly he is has become my goal now."

Xu Bai had already made up his mind. Now that he had a target, he would follow that target to find it. He had a vague feeling that the so-called "him" was probably closely related to him.

"Hmm? Something seems off. Why hasn't this illusion dissipated yet?"

He had just made up his mind when he noticed something was wrong again. The Thought Gods was clearly dead, but the illusion was still there, which didn't make sense.

Xu Bai looked around; the attack was gone, and the surrounding area was in ruins.

He was certain that there was no danger now, but he had no idea what the situation was or how to get out.

As he stood there, deep in thought, a strange change occurred in the sky.

This time, it wasn't the so-called attacks, but rather the clouds in the sky constantly converging and swirling, turning the bright white clouds into gloomy weather in the blink of an eye.

Dark clouds swept across the sky, swirling and coalescing to form an enormous eye, scanning everything with an emotionless gaze.

Xu Bai's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, when he saw that eye, he suddenly felt an extremely dangerous feeling.

This sense of danger was as if the eye had been created specifically for him.

"Wait, him?"

Xu Bai suddenly remembered the "he" the Fat Man had mentioned not long ago.

At this moment, such strange eyes appeared, making it hard not to associate him with those eyes.

Of course, none of these are the most important things. The most important thing is that my current situation seems to have become very dangerous.

"Um?"

Xu Bai was thinking this, but the next moment, his expression became extremely strange.

The surrounding modern city disappeared, the ruins disappeared, everything disappeared, and in its place was an unfamiliar environment.

He found himself in a tall temple, surrounded by the sounds of Buddhist chants and the constant waft of sandalwood incense.

The eye in the sky is still there, but it's not aimed at him.

Xu Bai saw a square not far away, where Fat Man was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to the eye in the sky.

At this moment, the Fat Man was wearing a monk's robe, covered in blood, and around him lay the corpses of monks.

"Spare me, spare me..."

The Fat Man kept talking and kowtowing.

Upon seeing this, Xu Bai's strange expression deepened.

He knew where he had arrived.