The ancient Buddhist temple was under attack. Each tremor made Master Wuhen's body shudder, while the crying and laughter within his heart grew ever more intense.
The mental corruption contained in those sounds could cause a Level 7 Dominator to suffer an emotional breakdown on the spot and descend into madness.
Clearly, the sudden attack had disrupted his pace of digesting the item and advancing to demigodhood.
As the tremors intensified, a pitch-black crack soon tore through the Buddhist hall like a ripped curtain, rapidly widening and splitting apart. The entire illusion shattered into fragments, leaving only the golden Buddha that represented Master Wuhen's state of mind, eternal and undefeated.
Only an Illusionist of a higher level could break into another Illusionist's realm.
The leader of the Southern Faction had arrived.
After the Buddhist hall vanished, a new illusion emerged. Crimson magma surged forth, bubbling and churning as scorching heat warped the air.
Master Wuhen stood amid a sea of molten fire.
To an Illusion God, illusions were real. Everything within an illusion was real, no different from reality itself.
Master Wuhen's patched robe melted away, exposing his powerful physique. Then, the lower half of his body carbonized in the magma, revealing stark white bones that were immediately scorched red.
Faced with the agony of flames burning his body, Master Wuhen's expression remained unchanged. One hand held up his blackened heart, while the other grasped at the air.
A porcelain bottle filled with golden liquid condensed into existence.
He raised his head and drank the Life Essence. Golden radiance bloomed from his body of melting flesh and blood, rapidly restoring it.
This, too, was an illusion—but illusions were reality.
Master Wuhen continued merging with the black sphere, racing against time.
Seeing that the magma's scorching heat was ineffective, a vast