A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
In the Heavenly Dream Illusion Valley, the spiritual light enveloping the Heavenly Dream Illusion Butterfly had dimmed, and even its aura had weakened considerably.
Clearly, using its innate divine ability this time had drained it at least as much as when it had used it on Ye Zhijian.
At last, Ye Jingcheng opened his eyes, his gaze clouded.
He looked like a hundred-year-old man who had weathered endless vicissitudes.
"That illusion really was lifelike..." Ye Jingcheng murmured. By now, he naturally understood that this had not been some past life, but an illusion—one in which he could not distinguish truth from falsehood, withdraw, or escape.
He had known who he was and had tried to break free of the illusion, but every attempt had failed. He had lived through a hundred years within it.
In reality, however, only half a month had passed.
Even so, the illusion left Ye Jingcheng somewhat worried.
After all, the illusion within the Spirit Transformation trial realm would certainly be no weaker than this. Even the Heavenly Dream Illusion Butterfly's innate divine ability had proved so difficult for him; he could well imagine how formidable the inner demon tribulation of Spirit Transformation would be.
One must not assume that the visions of an inner demon tribulation posed no danger. For a cultivator on the verge of a breakthrough, the absence of danger was the greatest danger of all.
The nascent soul had to become a primordial spirit, the cultivator had to unite with heaven and earth, draw spiritual energy into the body, and condense a divine domain. Every step was exceedingly dangerous and crucial.
And Ye Jingcheng had already spent a hundred years tempering his heart.
"No wonder so many cultivators fail to break through