Pale Scroll Painting.
At that moment, all living beings were shrouded in illusions.
Some chased after ethereal things, some seemed to see their dead relatives, some hugged Wu Dade's stinking feet and sniffed them, and some knelt before nonexistent deities...
No one could escape.
Yet there was one person who remained unmoving. She slowly embroidered, and scene after scene surfaced on the cloth.
This was Xian Du Jing's illusion.
In the past, she had been a peerless expert in both medicine and illusions in the Gray Mist Sea.
Once someone entered her illusion, they could only be manipulated by her.
"Almost there."
She raised her eyes and looked toward somewhere within the illusion.
She saw that Su Baiqian, the reincarnation of the Medicine Venerable, had already walked in a daze to stand before the poison corpse.
Under her control, all the deadly poison within the Poison Venerable would be transferred into Su Baiqian's body.
Su Baiqian would die, while the Medicine Venerable's evil corpse would become the medicinal embryo she needed...
But at that moment, a trace of hesitation and struggle flashed through Xian Du Jing's eyes.
"Only this way can I refine the medicine that will save my clansmen. This is my only choice... But why is there a trace of reluctance in my heart? Why am I unwilling?"
Xian Du Jing murmured.
But when she thought of her clansmen lying in their graves, their bodies rotting away...
Xian Du Jing still shook her head and said firmly:
"This is your fate, and it is mine as well... I have no choice."
Xian Du Jing shook her head.
She continued embroidering.
Under her control and guidance, Su Baiqian finally walked to stand opposite the poison corpse.
Then Su Baiqian and the poison corpse faced each other, both raising their