Along the way, they encountered countless waves of attacks.
Some were strange creatures shaped like jellyfish, formed from pure light and shadow. They could create lifelike illusory duplicates.
Moreover, they could take on the forms of Sword Demon, Blade Fanatic, and even Iron Hammer.
However, the four of them were walking together this time. The moment those figures appeared, they were swiftly dealt with, posing no threat whatsoever.
As they continued deeper, the scenery around them began to change.
This time, the illusions became more personal, striking directly at the heart.
Before Ye Lin's eyes, scenes from his past suddenly appeared—close friends dying, familiar people perishing one after another.
Yet these illusions only made Ye Lin sigh inwardly; they could not shake his state of mind.
Blade Fanatic seemed to see the tragic destruction of his sect, as well as the mocking faces of his enemies.
His grip on his blade tightened, but he still made no move.
Everything had already passed.
Having stepped into the Quasi-Saint realm, he had long since severed himself from the past. Everything that had happened before had dispersed like clouds and smoke.
Sword Demon seemed to return to those high-spirited days when he had challenged swordsmen across the world.
He saw himself battling his strongest foe atop a snow-covered mountain, only to be utterly defeated in the end.
A peculiar, unsettling feeling welled up in his heart.
Sword Demon gave a cold snort and made no move.
The illusions could not affect them in the slightest.
Having reached the Quasi-Saint realm, what was left that they could not let go of?
Things they had experienced in the past could now be dismissed with a smile.
No matter how deeply etched something was in one's heart, time would eventually wash it away until it vanished