"Elder Ye looks pretty strong, but your cultivation of the heart is this lacking? A mere little illusion has trapped you so deeply that you can't pull yourself free."
"By my count, this is already the fifth day."
Within the small courtyard, Bai Ziran looked at Ye Lin, who had stood motionless in the same spot for five days, and muttered a soft complaint.
She had never imagined that such a small illusion would trap Ye Lin for five whole days and nights.
For a Celestial Immortal cultivator, this was simply unbelievable.
Because it had nothing to do with the strength of one's Primordial Spirit; it struck directly at a cultivator's state of mind. Those whose mental cultivation was lacking could easily become lost in an illusion, unable to distinguish reality from fantasy, and ultimately sink forever into that illusory realm.
A sect capable of producing Celestial Immortals was certainly no ordinary sect. Such sects generally possessed special methods for tempering one's state of mind.
"This time, you can count it as me doing you a huge favor."
Bai Ziran chuckled softly and sat cross-legged beside Ye Lin, silently guarding him like a loyal guardian deity.
Within the illusion, Ye Lin and the other two had no choice but to climb up along the cliff. Though they had gone a full day and night without rest, though they were exhausted, there was no other way. They were out of time.
Tomorrow was the Azure Cloud Sect's disciple recruitment ceremony. The consequences of being late would be severe.
The Azure Cloud Sect would not extend the time limit for the sake of the three of them.
Having grown up in the mountains, their cliff-climbing skills were nothing to scoff at. Before long, the three had already climbed halfway up the mountain.