Xiao Jin almost never feared illusions.
His soul was exceptionally powerful. Ever since he began cultivating, he had possessed an Emperor Realm Soul.
Although he had been unable to unleash the full power of his Emperor Realm Soul when his cultivation was still low, he had not lacked any of its inherent passive properties.
For example, its vast perception range, or its ability to see through illusions via soul perception.
Later, he had repeatedly used his Emperor Realm Soul to construct illusions realistic enough to be mistaken for reality, and he often used this skill when interrogating enemies.
It could be said that ever since he began cultivating, he had never been stumped by an illusion.
But today, his confidence in his Emperor Realm Soul collapsed with a bang.
He had merely touched the surface of the bridge formed from Myriad Poison Amber Crystal, and even with the protection of the Nether Poison Flame, he had seen the scene he feared most in this life.
Everyone close to him, whether the members of the Xiao Clan far away in Wutan City, Xun Er within the Ancient Clan, or Xiao Yi Xian, Cai Lin, and Yun Yun, who had traveled far and wide with him for so long, as well as the Pill Tower Ancestor, Zi Yan, and Qing Lin—all of them had become cold corpses, quietly lying on the ground.
Of course, if it had only been a scene like this, it still would not have been enough to break his will.
But that illusion had actually simulated even his state of mind.
He could clearly feel his fear, the unbearable agony of watching those close to him leave one by one, and, even more so, the despair of death about to descend upon him.
That was what frightened him