In a mysterious place among the upper echelons of humanity stood humanity's supreme hall.
At this moment, dozens of phantoms appeared within the hall. Having received the news, they had projected themselves here from all corners of the universe.
"I hear the exact location of the Illusion World has been found. Is that true?"
"According to intelligence analysis and Dark Web verification, there is a seventy percent chance that this news is genuine."
"If it is true, this news absolutely cannot leak. The Illusion World is so difficult to find because it can move at any time. The moment the Illusion Race notices the slightest stir in the wind, they will immediately flee, concealing themselves for tens of millions of years before reappearing."
"Indeed. The Illusion Race's intelligence network is far too terrifying. They likely have spies among every major race. Last time, we also happened to obtain news of the Illusion World, but before the encirclement operation could even begin, the Illusion Race found out. In the end, all our efforts came to nothing."
The many human Saints discussed the matter heatedly, their faces grave.
Over countless years, it was not as though they had never found the Illusion World's location. In fact, some had once used certain methods to accidentally obtain its exact whereabouts.
Yet unexpectedly, among the many races—and even within humanity's upper ranks—there were Illusion Race informants. The news leaked, the Illusion Race escaped again, and only after hundreds of millions of years did they reappear.
It could be said that the Illusion Race was an exceedingly cunning race. The moment they sensed even the slightest hint of trouble, they would flee far away, sometimes not appearing before anyone again for an extremely long time—until countless people had forgotten the threat they posed.
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