The Web is the Dao, the Dao is the Web

"Logically speaking, those who enter the Primordial Illusion Realm are merely a wisp of a cultivator's separated consciousness. Even if one gets lost in this illusion, at most they suffer injuries, and it should never directly endanger the safety of the main body."

"Yet the main body in reality has never woken up, ultimately degrading into a living corpse..."

Li Shun's expression gradually grew unsightly.

Trapped within the illusion, there was no way to know the specific situation of the outside world.

Under normal circumstances, those who were trapped would gradually grow desperate. In order to escape alive, they would slowly turn mad, willing to pay any price.

This was determined by human survival instincts.

Unless they harbored a will to die from the very beginning, it was inevitable that such thoughts would arise.

But then again, those who could participate in the Hundred Schools Gathering and enter the Primordial Illusion Realm were all meticulously selected elites from various schools.

Their futures were boundless and full of light.

Moreover, it was the prime time of their youth.

How could they simply be willing to wait quietly for death?

Yet after the initial agitation, Li Shun soon grew calm again.

Unlike ordinary people, I am protected by the Square Inch Space. Theoretically speaking, the life or death of this consciousness will not cause any substantive impact on my main body.

Without Li Shun, there is still Fang Han. There are other puppets.

Thinking this, Li Shun instead stopped rushing.

That web-like structure burrowed into my body, seemingly wanting to use me as a vessel to leave this place and return to Great Qian reality.

Hum...

You're dreaming. Let's just slowly rot together in this place.

Li Shun thought from the bottom of his heart.

He thought this, and he also acted