Several days later.
Xia Ping finally logged out of the Cosmic Virtual Network. From the secret art inheritance, he had also learned the supreme secret art left behind by Saint Zhuang Zhou—Zhuang Zhou Dreams of a Butterfly.
"Whew, as expected of the soul secret art of an Invincible Saint. It truly is extraordinary."
He took a deep breath, utterly refreshed, a terrifying light gleaming in the depths of his eyes.
After several days of lectures and listening to Saint Zhuang Zhou's teachings, his understanding of illusion arts had deepened to another level. He had ascended another step and gained enormously.
Although he possessed the supreme compendium of illusion arts, the True Explanation of Illusion Arts, how could it compare to the insights of a master like Saint Zhuang Zhou, who had immersed himself in illusion arts for who knew how many years? Just a few casual words from him were enough to make Xia Ping feel as though enlightenment had been poured over his head.
That was the value of a renowned teacher.
"Zhuang Zhou Dreams of a Butterfly truly is a powerful secret art."
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes.
Merely at the beginner level, this soul secret art could instantly unleash an illusion, dragging an enemy into a dream and making them believe they had become a carefree butterfly, free of all worries, forever lost within it.
Do not think such a thing was easy to accomplish. In truth, even reaching the beginner level was extraordinarily, extraordinarily difficult.
After all, even hypnotizing an ordinary warrior with a firm will was immensely difficult, let alone dragging them into an illusion.
It required completely hypnotizing the target, even erasing all of their memories, then implanting the memories of a butterfly. Only then could such a thing be achieved.
Taking it a