The divine realm really did become more useful the more he used it.
Especially when he was playing god and pretending to be a ghost.
Chen Nuanyu sprang to her feet in horror, recognizing the bizarre and terrifying old man at first glance. Huang Zhongxiao's breathing grew ragged; the scene before them was too soul-shaking.
Without either of them realizing it, the dungeon had already been replaced by Zhang Fusheng's mental world. They were both sunk into an illusion—an illusion identical to the dungeon, without the slightest flaw.
The old man slowly turned his head and met Chen Nuanyu's grave, terrified gaze.
She once again fell into that state of endless descent. Within those eyes, she saw herself again and again, like two mirrors facing one another, losing all awareness of the outside world.
If she had truly reached Great Accomplishment in visualization, if her will had been firm enough, she might have had a sliver of a chance to break free. But pseudo-Great Accomplishment?
Even if Zhang Fusheng merely glanced at her, there was no possibility of escaping it.
Only then did Zhang Fusheng look at the constantly trembling Huang Zhongxiao.
"West Cultist," he said flatly.
Huang Zhongxiao swallowed, his voice shaking as he spoke:
"P-P-Prior."
The old man sat cross-legged in midair and spoke gently:
"Little Fusheng."
Under Huang Zhongxiao's vacant stare, a youth's figure slowly emerged from the void.
"True Person." 'Zhang Fusheng' bowed to the elder.
Huang Zhongxiao's scalp went numb.
True Person.
As a Daoist, he understood the meaning of "True Person" better than anyone. One who attained the Dao of Heaven and Earth could be called a True Person.
"Only above a Venerable may one call oneself a True Person," he murmured. Shackled and fettered, he prostrated himself on the ground in a grand