Delusion—endless delusion.
Echoes surged through Ye Tian's body and soul from time to time, as though something within him was trying to awaken.
It was a long process. He did not know whether a thousand years or ten thousand had passed before Ye Tian finally opened his eyes.
An ancient, unadorned aura of Dao techniques rose abruptly, flooding the entire space in an instant.
Ye Tian slowly rose to his feet, feeling utterly exhausted in body and mind. He glanced around, only to find himself in an unfamiliar place.
This was a peculiar space. It had sky but no earth, yet heaven and earth seemed connected. A single glance revealed no information at all; he could only guess that this place was some kind of illusion.
"Could it be that someone gravely injured me and threw me here?" Ye Tian looked inward at his dantian, only to find it had turned murky.
Faintly, he could still see something ethereal within his dantian. As for what it was, he would have to clear away the impurities before he could see it clearly.
No one knew what had happened. Even Ye Tian's memories of the matter had been wiped away by some method.
Left with no choice, he could only wander through this space in search of answers. After all, finding the flaw in the illusion was the most urgent matter.
As he searched for a weakness, Ye Tian did not forget to try purifying the spiritual energy within his dantian.
Yet things went against his wishes. Even with all the power of his lifetime, he could not completely purify the spiritual energy. He could only extract scattered strands of essence and leave them in his dantian.
As for the remaining useless spiritual energy, Ye Tian chose to cast it away. Though