Everyone froze for a moment when they saw me open my eyes, tears brimming at the corners, and choke out those words.
Then Master patted my shoulder.
"Xiao Jiang, everything you just went through was an illusion. That was the Artistic Conception Technique your grandmaster left behind. It confronts the deepest fears in each of our hearts.
The fact that you woke from it means you grasped a Heaven Surge Rank state of mind within that realm.
This was a tremendous opportunity your grandmaster left for you."
After Master finished, Uncle Yu comforted me from beside him.
"Xiao Jiang, it's all right now. You and Song Decai did better than me. I passed out outright. Your grandmaster's technique didn't even manifest its realm within me."
Uncle Yu gave a wry smile, tinged with self-mockery and disappointment.
His cultivation was too low for him to enter a realm like the one Grandmaster had left behind.
Meanwhile, Pan Ling took out a tissue and dabbed at the corners of my eyes.
"Brother Jiang, it's all over."
Everyone around me nodded as well, smiling.
Zhang Yuchen even flicked his fingers out in a jaunty salute, trying to look cool...
I took a deep breath and nodded slightly.
Although I had realized inside the illusion that none of it was real,
that sense of reality still lingered in my heart and mind. The feelings the illusion had left me with were real, and that could not be erased.
So a bitter fury remained bottled up inside me, with nowhere to go.
Fortunately, I had attained a higher state of mind within the illusion.
After a brief tremor, my heart quickly settled again, and that fury was suppressed for the moment.
"Master, what did you dream about?
I dreamed that the Tatar Black Shamans attacked