Breaking the Illusion

Following behind Xiao Chen, they watched him slowly push open the enormous gate. Beyond it stretched a staircase that seemed to run to the very end, and at its far end, a massive altar Stone Platform could vaguely be seen.

Gazing at the altar Stone Platform at the end, Lei Qi was the first to step forward. Lei Dong, Lei Tian, and Xiao Chen followed behind him.

They climbed the stone steps in silence. After roughly ten minutes, they finally neared the altar.

Looking up from there, they saw a huge throne standing silently atop the altar. A figure in white robes sat cross-legged upon it, milky-white flames spiraling around his body and constantly shifting into various forms.

The white-robed figure simply sat there steadily, without the slightest fluctuation of aura.

When their footsteps landed on the altar, the white-robed figure finally slowly opened his eyes. A stunning smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Defeat me, and you may obtain the Demonic Flame Origin. Otherwise, remain here forever and become my Fire Slaves." His voice was gentle and kind, yet as it rang out, even the space around them seemed to tremble.

"Cut the crap. Do you really think I can't tell that this place is an illusion?" Lei Qi said.

The smile on the white-robed man's handsome face gradually vanished, replaced by an eerie chill. His eyes locked tightly onto Lei Qi. Though he said nothing, the surrounding space began to shake violently like rippling water.

"An illusion?" Lei Dong was stunned.

"But we're all real!" Lei Tian said.

"That is precisely what demonstrates the brilliance of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Saint. If we hadn't come here, even I would have had no way to break this illusion," Lei Qi said.

"Why do you know so much about the