At this thought, Xia Ping hesitated no longer and immediately sought out Bati, the Illusion Race warrior. At this moment, Bati was still under the effects of the illusion technique, trapped within the illusion realm and unable to free himself, sunk in slumber.
"Bati, where is the Illusion Race's stronghold?"
Xia Ping asked.
With a wave of his hand, a mysterious and eerie mental fluctuation immediately seeped into the depths of Bati's soul.
"Our Illusion Race's stronghold is also called the Illusion World."
Bati immediately rose to his feet, his gaze hazy as he answered obediently, "It is currently located within a secret realm in the Northern Universe, deep inside a dimensional space, existing between the unreal and the real. Unless one is from the Illusion Race, it is fundamentally impossible to find.
"Moreover, our Illusion World can move freely through the depths of the void. The moment any danger is discovered, it can immediately flee. That is why, despite countless years passing, no one has been able to find our Illusion Race's stronghold."
A proud expression appeared on his face. He took great pride in the Illusion Race's power. They offended people everywhere throughout the universe and were constantly being hunted and condemned, yet they remained immensely powerful to this day.
This alone proved the Illusion Race's strength. Although they could not yet be considered a peak race, they had already earned a place among the first-rate races.
"Why is the Illusion World so formidable?"
Xia Ping asked curiously.
"I'm not entirely sure about that either. I asked an elder about it before, and supposedly, the foundation of the Illusion World is our race's clan-protecting treasure, the supreme-grade Saint Artifact, the Mirage Mist Pearl."
Bati hesitated for a moment, but still answered, "With this supreme-grade Saint Artifact serving as