As soon as I stepped into Mental Domain, Yang Jian, I felt an obvious resistance.
That layer of resistance was like a viscous quagmire, trying to wrap around his consciousness, dragging his thoughts, and pulling him into a carefully woven illusion.
An ordinary Soul Master, even a Soul Emperor level expert, would probably feel dizzy at this moment, with overlapping virtual images appearing in front of his eyes.
But Heavenly Eye between Yang Jian's eyebrows just blinked twice and moved on.
After absorbing the Orb in Bi-Wing Bird's mind, his Martial Soul Heavenly Eye has faintly touched the threshold of Body Martial Soul Silver Awakening.
With the firepower fully turned on, the golden vertical pupils between his eyebrows were filled with swirling colorful lights, and the majestic spiritual power surged out from between his eyebrows like a tide, forming an invisible layer of spiritual armor around his body.
That layer of armor may seem thin, but it is indestructible.
Phantom Begonia The spiritual waves that spread hit the armor, causing ripples in circles, and then shattered like waves hitting a rock.
Those illusions that tried to erode his consciousness turned into nothing the moment they came into contact with Heavenly Eye's mental power, exploding one after another and unable to survive for even a second.
All the illusions in front of Heavenly Eye are like bubbles that burst at the touch of a touch.
Yang Jian quickened his pace and rushed towards the Core Area domain of Mental Domain at an extremely fast speed.
His figure shuttled through the forest, with his toes lightly tapping on tree trunks and bushes to fly several feet away. The Heavenly Eye between his eyebrows was always locked on the white-clothed figure in the distance.
But while he was rushing towards Ye Nishang, her figure was also slowly approaching the Phantom Begonia.
Fifty meters.
Forty meters.
Thirty meters.
Every time Ye Nishang takes a step forward, Phantom Begonia's mental impact increases.
Those invisible mental fluctuations were like waves, hitting her condensed mental barrier one after another, making a silent roar.
Her face became paler and paler, and the sweat on her forehead slid down her cheeks, soaking her collar, but her steps did not stop at all.
Just like what the pink-haired girl said, the strongest ability of this Phantom Begonia is indeed its mental power.
As long as it resists its mental attack, it will be like a toothless tiger, losing any ability to resist.
It's just a flower.
A plant rooted in the soil that can only rely on mental power to hunt.
Twenty meters.
Ten meters.
Ye Nishang finally stood in front of Phantom Begonia.
This 40,000-year-old Plant-type Soul Beast was right within her reach, its pink-purple petals swaying gently in the breeze, exuding a dreamy luster.
Under close observation, the lines on the petals are clearly visible, as fine and complex as human blood vessels, with a faint glimmer of light flowing through them.
At this moment, Phantom Begonia showed no signs of resistance.
Its petals shrank slightly, the stamens trembled slightly, and the entire plant vibrated at a slight amplitude.
Those originally surging mental fluctuations suddenly became weaker the moment Ye Nishang raised the dagger.
Ye Nishang slowly raised the dagger in his hand, the cold blade reflecting an icy light in the sunlight.
Perhaps feeling the threat of death, the body of this Phantom Begonia began to tremble violently.
The petals open and close, the leaves rustle, and the whole plant exudes a strong spiritual fluctuation.
But the strange thing is that what Ye Nishang felt from that mental fluctuation was not the fear of death.
But a kind of sadness.
A sadness so intense that it cannot be dissolved.
That kind of sadness came like a tide, passing through her remaining mental barrier and crashing straight into her mind.
It was not a forcefully instilled illusion, but a pure emotion, like a mother about to lose her child, like the last cry of a life about to disappear from the world.
Ye Nishang The dagger in his hand stopped in mid-air.
Her arm was trembling slightly, and the blade was hanging less than a foot above the Phantom Begonia flower heart, but she was still unable to stab it.
Her eyes became confused, and the firmness on her face was replaced by an indescribable emotion.
She couldn't bear to stab it like this.
What is she hesitating about?
She doesn't know it herself.
She only knew that, looking at the trembling Phantom Begonia, her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something, and she couldn't pierce it, really couldn't pierce it.
"What are you hesitating about?"
Behind him, the pink-haired girl's voice penetrated the layers of illusion and fell into Ye Nishang's ears.
There was a hint of questioning, a hint of urgency, and a hint of... uneasiness in that voice.
"Why haven't you stabbed it yet?"
Ye Nishang turned around, his face full of confusion.
Her eyes were a little distracted, like someone who had been awakened from sleepwalking and had not yet fully regained consciousness.
"I... I don't know what's wrong."
Her voice was trembling, with a confusion she couldn't understand.
"It... it seems very sad."
"That's because it's using its own spiritual power to confuse you!"
The pink-haired girl's voice suddenly rose, with an unquestionable certainty.
She stood next to Ye Lingling, her dreamy and beautiful face filled with anxiety at the moment.
"Don't be affected by its mental power! Hurry up, I can't hold on any longer!"
As if to confirm her words, a faint sound suddenly came from the transparent barrier surrounding her and Ye Lingling.
Click.
The sound was very soft, like something moaning when it couldn't bear the pressure.
Ye Nishang followed the sound and saw a crack as thin as a hair appearing on the mental barrier that was originally as smooth as a mirror.
After the crack appeared, it began to spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a crack on the ice, spreading from one point and extending in all directions.
One, two, four, eight, in an instant, spider web-like cracks covered the entire transparent barrier.
"Once my mental barrier is worn away by its mental impact, not only will I be in danger, but even your daughter will be in danger!"
The pink-haired girl's voice became urgent, her face became paler, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
The miniature version of Phantom Begonia in her palm was trembling violently, and the edges of the petals had begun to wither. It was obvious that she had indeed reached her limit.
"Are you going to watch your daughter die from its mental impact?!"
The last sentence was like a thunder, exploding in Ye Nishang's mind.
She suddenly turned her head to look at her daughter.
Ye Lingling, who was protected behind him by the pink-haired girl, had a painful look in his eyes at this moment.
Her body was trembling slightly, her hands were tightly clenching the corners of her clothes, and the black gauze covering her face was rising and falling slightly due to her rapid breathing.