Because he had never studied illusion magic before, Sui Xiong spent nearly a full day sorting through the common branches of illusion spells before successfully becoming an illusion expert.
Only then did he realize that illusion magic was truly useful.
For instance, in that little conflict at the tavern yesterday, he could have resolved it entirely with a group illusion spell. All he needed to do was make everyone see "two burly men beating up a black-haired traveler." Whether that scene had actually happened was not important in the slightest.
Yes, once illusion spells reached a certain level, they could conjure something from nothing and turn falsehood into reality. Making a group of people suffer hallucinations like this was not even the highest level. The most advanced illusions could leave a huge crowd burned, frostbitten, or even dead, with not even an autopsy able to reveal that it had all been nothing more than an illusion's effect.
Compared with other spells, illusion magic's greatest advantage in achieving a given result was probably speed. Under normal circumstances, a single spell was enough to solve the problem—if one spell could not solve it, the opponent would temporarily gain stronger resistance against the caster's magic, so casting several more would likely be pointless. It had the feel of a one-shot deal.
Of course, given Sui Xiong's spell power, it was utterly impossible for mortals to resist the illusions he cast. Even among gods, not every one of them might be able to do so.
"All right, now I'm an illusion expert too." Having completed his preparations, Sui Xiong strode out of his guest room with complete confidence and went down to the inn's small ground-floor dining hall for a meal.
Just then, his heart stirred. He frowned and looked toward the entrance of