Fu Shiyan to the Rescue!

The thin veil that seemed to shroud everything before his eyes suddenly dissipated. The distorted streets and deathly still space receded like a tide.

The surrounding scenery became unnaturally "clear" at an extraordinary speed.

But this was by no means a return to reality!

A deeper, more heart-palpitating sense of strangeness replaced the previous haze.

Shi Nian's voice, carrying a cruel smile, seemed to drift in from all directions as it slowly rang out:

"Welcome to my 'Canmeng' world...

"Here, you will experience the truest fear, then end your own life amid endless pain and disorientation."

"Enjoy yourself, genius."

Watching the illusion before him grow increasingly solid and imbued with an eerie sense of "reality," Tang San's heart sank further and further.

Though he knew this was a memory from the simulation, he could not help but feel intense worry for the "himself" trapped in desperate circumstances. How could Soul Ancestor-level strength possibly withstand a Soul Saint's all-out assassination attempt?

Yet the simulated Tang San did not display the expected panic. Instead, an exceedingly complicated expression appeared on his face. It was not fear, but more like... the pained reluctance of someone who had made up his mind?

It was as if the price he was about to pay distressed him more than the life-or-death crisis before him.

The answer was soon revealed.

Under Shi Nian's teasing gaze, like a cat toying with a mouse, the simulated Tang San took a deep breath and carefully withdrew something from his robes.

It was not some divine weapon or precious artifact, but a seed that glowed with a deep, dark-blue radiance, as though life pulsed within it—a plant seed?

He stared at the seemingly ordinary seed in his palm, his eyes filled with reverence. In a low voice, he muttered to himself, as if communicating with some existence:

"From here on... I'll have to rely on you, Master."

Before his voice had faded, the blue Soul Power within him surged like floodwaters released from a dam, pouring fiercely and without reservation into the blue seed!

Then he swung his arm, hurling the seed, now saturated with an enormous amount of Soul Power, fiercely into the empty space before him!

"Hmm?"

Shi Nian frowned, a trace of doubt flashing through his mind.

"A last desperate struggle? What use is a seed?"

Within his Canmeng domain, everything was under his control. He absolutely did not believe a mere Soul Ancestor could pull off any tricks.

Yet the thrown seed did not fall to the ground as he expected. Instead, it floated in midair, and then an abrupt change occurred!

The seed began to grow wildly at a rate visible to the naked eye! But the form it took completely defied common sense—it did not become a vine, nor did it become a tree. Instead, it rapidly outlined and condensed into a distinct humanoid silhouette!

A humanoid figure made entirely of wood!

Shi Nian was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have witnessed the funniest thing in the world and burst into mocking laughter:

"Ha ha ha ha! You think this petty trick of playing ghost will let you resist my Canmeng Martial Soul?

"Boy, you are far too naive!

"If a mere Soul Ancestor could break my Martial Soul, then wouldn't my Soul Saint cultivation have been trained into a dog?!"

However, his laughter came to an abrupt halt, like a rooster being strangled by the throat.

Because the wooden humanoid was undergoing a change that made his soul tremble!

The wooden surface swiftly became smooth, delicate skin textures emerged, and its facial features took clear shape, becoming lifelike.

At the same time, a set of dark black brocade robes silently draped over it, its sleeves fluttering despite the absence of wind. In the blink of an eye, a living young man with an otherworldly temperament had replaced the wooden figure and stood quietly within the illusion.

After appearing, the man first swept his gaze across the distorted surroundings with mild scrutiny. Then he slowly turned his head toward Tang San behind him, a faint, indifferent smile curving at his lips as his voice rang out as warm and refined as jade:

"Xiao San, it seems you have run into quite a bit of trouble."

"Master!"

At the sight of him, the simulated Tang San's taut nerves instantly relaxed. Relief and boundless respect flooded his face as he immediately bowed and performed a solemn salute.

"Your disciple was careless and fell victim to this scoundrel's scheme, becoming trapped within his Canmeng illusion.

"Left with no alternative, I could only use the Caomu Huashen bestowed by Master. I must trouble Master to act and resolve this deadly calamity for Xiao San!"

His words were filled with a disciple's affection and reverence for his master, as well as a trace of shame at having used such a precious trump card.

"Senior Fu Shiyan?!"

At the same time, enormous waves had already risen in the observing Tang San's heart!

He stared in utter shock at the suddenly appearing young man, both unfamiliar and familiar.

How could he appear here? He took human form from a seed? This... what kind of method is this?!

The bizarre sight before Shi Nian had completely surpassed the limits of his understanding.

A seed turning into a living person in the blink of an eye? It was simply unheard of!

Before he could recover from his overwhelming shock, Fu Shiyan, who had taken form, had already turned his gaze toward him.

That gaze was calm and placid, yet it carried a profound pressure that seemed capable of piercing through one's soul.

"Shi Nian? A mere Soul Saint."

Fu Shiyan's voice remained calm, but it carried an unquestionable authority. "What do you intend to do to my disciple?"

The instant his words fell—

"Buzz!"

The entire Canmeng illusion let out a wail as though it could no longer bear the strain!

The scenery began to twist and transform wildly. Colors peeled away and reassembled as the rules of space were forcibly altered!

A careful observer would notice an extremely faint scarlet glow flickering within Fu Shiyan's deep eyes!

The control of the illusion had silently changed hands!

The cruel grin and mockery on Shi Nian's face froze completely, replaced by boundless terror and disbelief!

He discovered that his control over his body, his Martial Soul, and this entire space was rapidly slipping away!

What horrified him even more was that countless dark-blue vines, incomparably tough and of unknown origin, appeared like living shackles and instantly bound him tightly, leaving him unable to move!

"No! That's impossible!!"

Shi Nian let out a despairing roar and struggled desperately, only to find that his Soul Power had sunk like a stone into the sea, unable to shake the restraints around him in the slightest.

"Who exactly are you?! Who exactly are you?!!"

He had roamed the world of soul masters for many years, relying on his Canmeng Martial Soul to prevail everywhere. When had he ever encountered such a bizarre and terrifying situation?

His own Martial Soul, his own Spirit Skills, had been forcibly seized and controlled by another person in an instant! This completely overturned everything he knew!

Fu Shiyan ignored his roaring and merely looked calmly at Tang San, as though handling some trivial matter:

"Go, Xiao San.

"He has already fallen into my 'Void Reality Illusion Domain.' Within this domain, time and space are both controlled by my will.

"After three hours, the illusion will naturally dissipate."

He paused, his tone casual yet determining Shi Nian's fate. "As for whether he lives or dies... I leave that to you."

"Thank you, Master!"

The simulated Tang San responded solemnly. As he looked at the bound Shi Nian, a cold glint flashed through his eyes.

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