Personal Illusion, Calamity Qi Wears Down

"Go. We can't stay here long!" Li Qing said gravely.

Sinister, aberrant power had been swirling around them all along, but because they had narrowed their gaze, its intensity seemed limited.

The two did not linger, pressing onward with utmost tension.

Just as they headed toward the passage beside the Sutra Chanting Hall, the gazes of all the monks within the hall remained fixed tightly upon them.

Only after the two had completely circled around that eerie Sutra Chanting Hall did the invisible pressure slowly fade away.

Behind the Sutra Chanting Hall lay a cluster of residential meditation chambers.

The chambers occupied the central area to either side, with only a few narrow paths leading deeper inside.

The doors of these meditation chambers were tightly shut, yet the instant the two arrived, they sensed that something was wrong.

It was as though pairs of eyes were watching them through the meditation chambers.

Suddenly, Wu De's body trembled. A flying sword had already been summoned into his hand as he stared coldly to the left.

Li Qing looked at him and immediately frowned. There was nothing there—utter emptiness.

"Did you see something?"

Hearing Li Qing's question, Wu De said gravely, "Ten feet away, a monk is watching me."

Li Qing looked in the direction Wu De was staring.

There was still nothing there—utter emptiness.

A chill crawled down his spine. "It should be an illusion, right? I didn't see anything at all."

"No. It's completely different from the illusion I saw earlier."

"I can sense danger from this monk, as well as a strange aura."

"This may be a special kind of strange entity. Only I can see it, but you can't."

"Let's go. We'll circle around these meditation chambers."

"Let's see whether it follows us."

Li Qing nodded slightly, and