Yan Chihuo broke out in a cold sweat. He had just fallen into an illusion; if not for the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations, he would already have perished.
The terrifying thing about this illusion was that it quietly entered one's heart and altered one's perception. It could not be broken through with the Spiritual Eye. Without a secret art like the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations, one could only rely entirely on one's Dao heart.
Yan Chihuo looked at the scenery before him and knew he had not yet left the illusion. He pondered silently. Having lived two lives, his Dao heart should have been tempered no less than anyone else's. Why had he nearly failed this time?
If not for the matter of Hua Qingxiu, the Flower Clan's patriarch, in his previous life, he would not have ended up in such a state. Could it be that in this life, he would repeat the same mistakes because of the two women, Mo Han and Snow Fairy?
As Yan Chihuo pondered, his footsteps stopped once more, and he slowly sank into a state of self-forgetfulness. In a hazy trance, he saw another woman. She seemed to be Mo Han, yet also seemed to be Snow Fairy, leaving him unable to tell them apart.
Unlike last time, he was merely an observer, watching this woman's entire life—marriage, childbirth, sickness, death, as well as all manner of unimaginable events: love begun in chaos and abandoned in betrayal, painstaking revenge, and more.
Yan Chihuo watched with a pounding heart. Then he suddenly came to his senses and found himself back on the stone-paved path. He recited aloud, "Past and present lives sway like twin whirling trees; the immortal road's rebirth is rougher still. The Great Dao proves itself through ten thousand paths, yet I need only