"Hahahahaha!"
As Su Yuan's laughter grew more and more hearty, the embarrassment and indignation on the old Daoist's—or rather, the silver-haired little girl's—face deepened.
The pressure of a Golden Core True Person burst forth, ready to crush everything in the next instant and grind Su Yuan to dust.
But just then, two abrupt claps rang out, accompanied by two satisfied laughs.
The two voices were almost identical, their laughter overlapping until it was impossible to tell them apart.
As the laughter and applause sounded, the silver-haired girl and all the young attendants around her vanished like bubbles.
Su Yuan's cultivation, which had been impossible to call upon while he was trapped in the illusion, returned to normal. His appearance also reverted to its original form.
The illusion had dissipated.
He had cleared the trial!
But Su Yuan wasn't happy that the illusion had been broken. Instead, his expression grew even more solemn.
The real battle was about to begin.
He raised his eyes. The stone cavern was still the same primitive-looking cave, and where the old Daoist had stood, the figure of Fake Chu Jiang now appeared, caught between reality and illusion.
At Su Yuan's side, Chu Lanxi's figure had appeared at some point.
"Thanks to you, brave knight, I'm saved now."
Clapping her hands, Chu Lanxi smiled and said:
"But I spent all this time fighting my shadow, and I've used up every last bit of strength. I can't help you in the battle ahead, so you'll have to do your best on your own."
Su Yuan: "..."
Tsk. All that effort for nothing.
Still, rescuing Chu Lanxi was a strategic victory in itself. It meant that from this moment on, Fake Chu Jiang had no more hostages.
As soon as the illusion was broken, the Tai Xu Anti-Chu