Lin Fan stepped forward, his figure tearing through the dense mist ahead like a bolt of lightning as he arrived directly on the Tenth Island.
The instant he set foot on the hard, dark-red ground, terrifying consciousness pressure almost equal to that of an Immortal God slammed into his sea of consciousness with world-shattering ferocity.
Even the surrounding space seemed to twist completely out of shape.
Within that suffocating pressure lurked endless, impossible-to-guard-against illusions.
One moment, he stood in an exquisite paradise of sensual delights that could instantly ensnare a person and leave them weak all over, countless breathtaking beauties breathing sweetly into his ears and whispering softly.
The next, those alluring scenes shattered, turning into a hellscape that could tear his sanity apart. A churning sea of blood and severed limbs accompanied by piercing wails rushed toward him on a foul wind.
That extreme contrast, that savage tug-of-war at the soul level, was enough to make any Ordinary Immortal with insufficient mental resilience lose focus instantly, or even suffer the collapse of their soul.
Yet.
Faced with such a horrifying onslaught, Lin Fan's expression did not change in the slightest.
Hum.
Deep within his sea of consciousness, the True Self Hall merely trembled faintly.
At that moment, there was no earthshaking clash.
There was no desperate resistance with gritted teeth and pouring sweat, no frantic struggle on the brink of death, much less any violent collision of origin force or mental power.
The Immortal Level consciousness pressure crashing down like the collapsing heavens was like the frail remnants of early spring snow plunging into a blazing solar furnace.
The terrifying pressure melted away in an instant, vanishing completely without leaving even a trace behind.
Just like that, he cleared the Tenth Island without the slightest suspense.
Lin Fan did