The moment Wen Fang entertained even a shred of that possibility, an icy chill welled up in his heart, making his scalp tingle.
From time to time, mountain winds swept through the medicinal garden.
The fragrant aroma released by the divine herbs and treasure herbs also cleared one's mind.
Wen Fang drew a deep breath, and his mood improved somewhat.
Compared to probing into what lay behind it all,
what worried him more was, "Could it be that we have to enter those Ancient Immortal Ruins before we can get out?"
"This is completely different from what they said at the beginning."
When he had entered, he had never believed the words of those blue-robed cultivators.
But at the time, refusing to enter the trial had also been a dead end.
The hazy white mist outside could muddle one's senses, and it formed a deathly Restriction that even he could not perceive.
Perhaps from the very beginning, when this island had appeared out of thin air and they foreign cultivators had entered it, these Great Dream disciples had never intended to let them leave.
"If they intend to seize our bodies..."
He had considered that possibility as well.
If it was body seizure, why had they not done it from the start?
Was it because they were unwilling, or because they could not?
The difference between the two was enormous.
Wen Fang leaned toward the idea that the Variable Fate here lay in the identities within the Sea of Consciousness Jade Slips each of them had received upon entering.
The Great Dream Immortal Sect's path of Cosmos Reversal, using falsehood to cultivate truth, was unprecedented and unsurpassed, brought to the pinnacle of perfection.
How could he know whether this was truly a trial world rather than the island outside?
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