A Critical Choice

The moment Black Buddha raised his hand, we felt an overwhelmingly powerful pressure bear down on us.

A black lotus bloomed in the center of the enormous palm.

Descending from the heavens like the Tathagata Divine Palm, it struck straight at the foreheads of the four of us.

Although I had already deduced that everything around us was a false illusion,

it felt far too real. If, within the illusion, we believed we had been killed,

would we then believe, in reality, that we were already dead?

We did not dare take that risk.

In that instant, all four of us looked shocked as we scattered and retreated in every direction.

With a thunderous boom, the massive Buddha-palm seal slammed into the spot where we had just been standing.

Dust billowed everywhere, and a huge handprint was stamped directly into the ground...

The lingering force of the palm wind sent all four of us flying to the ground.

"This time, I saw it clearly. It's the Vajra Pestle. All the energy is gathered on that Vajra Pestle! It controls everything here."

Pan Ling cried out, pointing at the Black Vajra Pestle in the distance.

"That must be an evil artifact that targets the mind.

In an environment like this, that Vajra Pestle should be the key to breaking through.

Everything we do should be taking place within our spiritual world.

As long as we get it and take control of it,

we may be able to break the illusion."

Mao Jing spoke in a low voice. Drawing on his vast knowledge, he identified the key to breaking the illusion.

Zhang Yuchen raised his brows.

"So, if we want to break this mental illusion, we still have to destroy that Vajra Pestle."

I frowned.

"Whether it is or not, I'll find