He turned to face the towering, ancient Bodhi Ancient Tree. He bowed slightly, but his gaze fell upon the sphere of light reflecting Hun Feng's figure. His tone was respectful and earnest.
"Senior, I have a presumptuous request. Could you release the master of this illusion first? There are still some matters between him and me that need to be settled face-to-face."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Bodhi Ancient Tree's branches began to sway gently once more. Its leaves rustled with clear, crisp sounds, as though responding.
It had already taken a liking to Xiao Ling. Moreover, its nature was pure and uncomplicated, so it naturally had no reason to refuse such a simple request.
As its branches swayed, waves of strange yet gentle energy spread from within the ancient tree, flowing through the air and diffusing outward.
The next instant, ripples suddenly spread through the surrounding space. A tiny crack quietly extended, eventually tearing open into a deep spatial rift.
The moment the spatial rift took shape, a somewhat bedraggled figure was gently "spat" out from one of the openings. He crashed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The aura around that figure was chaotic. Clearly, he had suffered greatly within the illusion.
"So everything just now was an illusion... As expected of the Bodhi Ancient Tree. Such methods are truly terrifying!"
Having only just broken free from the illusion's maze, Hun Feng had yet to steady his roiling emotions or calm the chaotic aura around him. Cold sweat had already soaked his back.
Even with the cultivation of a late Two-star Dou Saint, he could not hide the lingering terror on his face. Not a trace of his former composure remained.
Recalling the illusory past in which he had dominated the continent,