As Chen Daolin began cultivating according to the mysterious inherited secret art recorded in the Divine Forging Secret Codex, drawing the white mist in the courtyard toward himself over a vast area, some people in the nearby courtyards were also cultivating. Most were Domain Lords, with only a few at the Universe level. They, too, silently worked to absorb the surrounding white mist, their bodies shrouded in a thin layer of it. Yet it was nowhere near as exaggerated as the mist around Chen Daolin. When some of them were enveloped in the white mist, expressions of confusion, pain, excitement, or savagery appeared on their faces as they struggled. They had fallen into illusions.
If the soul absorbed too much white mist, it would be affected by it and fall into an illusory realm. Only by relying on a powerful will to break free from the illusion and strengthen one's soul-will could one continue absorbing the white mist.
"Kill, kill, kill..."
"Hahaha... I am the true ruler of Mayu Prefecture! Die! All of you, die!"
"Father! Why did you treat me like that back then? I refuse to accept it!"
"Wuwu..."
From time to time, spine-chilling voices echoed through the courtyards.
Some who became trapped in their illusions and could not extricate themselves even attacked their surroundings uncontrollably. However, the entire courtyard had been specially constructed, and such attacks were easily dispersed. Then, a black beam from the black stone stele in the courtyard enveloped the crazed person, restoring their clarity. As though waking from a dream, they would be drenched in sweat.
The concentration of white mist Chen Daolin had absorbed from the start already far surpassed that of those who had stayed here for an unknown length of time, yet his expression remained calm, without the slightest reaction.