Ni Huanzhi's gaze had already been fixed on Lin Chuan's eyes. The moment Tsukuyomi activated, she was given no time to react before being dragged directly into Tsukuyomi's world.
A red moon hung in the sky, and the entire space was drenched in blood-red light. Black clouds swept rapidly across the heavens, while the ground was soaked with water. A wooden cross stood quietly atop the water's surface, and bound to it was an unfamiliar young cultivator!
"Where is this..." The young man looked around with an ugly expression. Just moments ago, he had been speaking with that Azure Dragon Divine Envoy. How had his surroundings changed into this in the blink of an eye?
"You're the one who extracted Ni Huanzhi's soul, aren't you?" Lin Chuan suddenly appeared before the young man, his Mangekyō Sharingan fixed firmly on him as he asked coldly.
"So what if I did?" The young man's expression shifted slightly at Lin Chuan's sudden appearance, but he quickly returned to normal.
He had already realized that this was merely an illusion. There was nothing special about it. This kind of attack might be highly restrictive against ordinary cultivators, but for someone from the Soul Refining Sect, it was practically showing off before an expert. Given enough time, he would definitely be able to break out.
"Where is Ni Huanzhi's soul?" Lin Chuan continued asking.
"I refined it!" the young man answered without hesitation.
At the same time, his eyes continuously scanned the illusion around him. Everything in sight was blood-red, with no sense of reality whatsoever. The standard of this illusion technique could only be called poor. Yet strangely, no matter how he probed, he could not find a way to break it. This illusion was completely different from those he had encountered in Central