It was not until three days and three nights had passed that Fang Yun woke up and found himself lying on soft animal hide.
Fang Yun opened his eyes and saw that he was in the Emperor Race Tribe. He let out a long sigh of relief.
Fang Yun had previously experienced many illusions—some in Book Mountain, some in secret realms, some in Half-Sage Former Residences, and some involving the World-Extinguishing Emperor Dragon—but the Great Wilderness Azure Dragon's illusion alone had lasted the longest, felt the most real, and been the most arduous.
For within the Great Wilderness Azure Dragon's illusion, there had truly been only two themes: suffering and despair.
For three thousand years, Fang Yun had been almost wholly immersed in suffering and despair, like a man who could not swim, struggling at death's door after drowning for three thousand years.
Once or twice, anyone could endure it. But after repeatedly experiencing suffering and despair, even the minds and spirits of the saints would collapse.
During the Archaic Era, not a single ancestor of the Myriad Worlds had endured the Realm of Utmost Evil.
Fortunately, Fang Yun had his Literary Guts to support him, and their essence had already reached the Fourth Realm. Once he returned to later generations, he would be able to complete the final advancement.
Fang Yun even suspected that what he had encountered was not an illusion. Rather, his Sacred Sense had been drawn onto the countless continental scales on the Great Wilderness Azure Dragon's back, after which the Great Wilderness Azure Dragon had twisted time and made him undergo a genuine three-thousand-year trial.
The proof was that Fang Yun discovered that his Literary Palace, Literary Guts, and various other abilities had all acquired an ancient aura. Like fine wine, they exuded a rich,