Bixiao, whose cultivation was slightly weaker and whose temperament was more impatient, had already fallen for it.
Her vision blurred, and she saw countless illusions of her Jie Sect peers dying miserable deaths;
She heard Zhao Gongming and Qiongxiao calling out in anguish. Her mind shook violently, her gaze turned hazy, and the Hunyuan Jindou she had summoned flashed chaotically, actually showing signs of slipping out of control.
"Bixiao! Calm your mind and steady your qi!"
Clouds grew frantic at the sight. She knew just how terrifying Lan Sheng's path of illusion and dream truly was.
Once one sank into it, even a Daluo Golden Immortal might fall forever into nothingness.
She had no time to think. She took out the prize from the Kunlun Competition back then—the Nahaipot;
With a pull toward Bixiao, who was on the verge of falling into the illusion, she drew her into the pot.
The mouth of the pot sealed shut, cutting off the erosion of the outside dream-illusions.
"Fellow Daoist Clouds," Lan Sheng's voice came from every direction, drifting without fixed point:
"Do you think, at this moment, you and your younger sister are inside my dream-illusion, or in reality?
This place is no longer a debate at Kunlun, where we stop at the first touch.
One thought's difference means a board where you die and disappear, and your True Spirit enters the list."
Clouds firmly guarded her Spirit Platform, the Yin Yang Two Forms Lamp flickering with light.
With her Divine Sense, she sensed carefully, using the Yin Yang Two Forms Lamp's ability to distinguish aura, falsehood, and reality;
Only then could she confirm that she was still in reality and had not been dragged into the deep illusion woven by the other party.
But Bixiao's state just now had already been