Together with the Illusory Formation he had encountered when he first entered this place, it all fell into place.
Realization dawned on Luo Yi's face.
"It doesn't harm the body—only grinds down the mind!"
The moment anyone entered, the Confusion Formation enveloped them, forcing them to relive the most terrifying thing buried deep in their hearts.
Only when their minds collapsed completely and they went mad, or when their life force was utterly exhausted, would the Illusory Formation around them cease.
As for the dense Resentful Qi escaping from these cultivators and ordinary people, the instant it left their bodies,
it spiraled up around the Mountain until it gathered beside a figure seated cross-legged at the summit.
At the center of that figure's brow sat an Ink Pearl condensed from Resentful Qi.
"Cloudveil Waterside Pavilion has been playing quite the long game!"
Having taken in everything on the Mountain, Luo Yi's assessing gaze gradually turned cold.
"That old bastard has plenty of tricks. He couldn't find Dao-Merging Grounds that suited him, so he carved out another path—a wicked one that defies heaven and reason."
"He's using resentment to blind the Great Dao of heaven and earth, hoping to step into the Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Realm."
Aside from cultivating and hunting demons for Energy Points, Luo Yi paid little attention to anything else.
Yet even he understood the man's intentions as soon as he sensed the aura coming from the figure atop the Mountain.
It seemed that many old bastards in the Endless Sea had abandoned their last shred of humanity in pursuit of that final step.
"Father! Clan elders! Save me!"
While Luo Yi silently surveyed the Mountain, Zhou Zeyu, who had entered ahead of him, had not been idle.
His face twisted with terror as he raced toward the figure