Lu Wu's Illusion

Le Wen—wonderful.

The actions of the Nine-Headed Serpent and the child put everyone present on high alert.

Everyone stared at the black hole the Nine-Headed Serpent had opened, scarcely daring to breathe. Yet the spiritual energy throughout their bodies circulated faster and faster, their eyes fixed on the black hole without blinking.

A quarter of an hour, half an hour, three quarters of an hour—until an hour had passed, everyone's vigilance had reached its peak.

Yet the black hole remained grim and eerie, with only an increasingly dense primordial aura spilling from within.

But the Nine-Headed Serpent and the child remained kneeling on the ground without any intention of rising. Only the purple mist continuously appearing around their bodies proved that the aura within the black hole was connected to the two demons.

Yet Ye Tian's gaze grew increasingly profound, and a tremendous shock even rose within his heart.

Fragments kept flashing through his mind—his various guesses about what lay within the black hole. But with no basis for them, there was no way to verify them.

Yet the purple mist around the Nine-Headed Serpent was no longer as gentle as it had initially been. Instead, it carried a heavy, dense weight, as though time had left indelible traces upon him.

As for the child beside the Nine-Headed Serpent, he was trembling slightly. The flesh along his spine slowly turned snow-white, until even the blood and meat within were exposed before everyone's eyes.

Blood flowed and muscles quivered. Strangely, every bone in the child's body twisted and bent like willow branches.

Most astonishingly, his bones were an uncommon grayish white, as though they had been buried underground for thousands of years. Yet everything about his body showed that he was a young child. Perhaps he was still ignorant of the