Illusory Realm

Xiao Yan and the four people he saw kept moving forward in formation. Xiao Yan suddenly discovered that his soul power had lost all ability to sense the four of them. His expression changed slightly as he asked Xiao Jian, "Xiao Jian, why can't my soul power detect you?"

Xiao Jian's expression remained calm, as though he had not heard Xiao Yan's words, while the three people ahead continued walking forward. Xiao Yan's doubts deepened.

Magic Crystal Beasts excelled at illusions. Had he fallen into a trap? Xiao Yan stopped walking and gripped the Eternal Ancient Flame Ruler in his hand—or perhaps it could now be renamed the Heavenly Fire Eternal Ancient Ruler—even tighter.

"Xiao Yan, what's wrong? Why did you stop? If you're afraid, you can choose to go back." When Xiao Yan stopped, Xiao Jun, who stood at the very front, spoke to him.

"What one against five? You're just trash. You don't even dare hunt Magic Beasts. Get lost, coward," Xiao Kai said.

"Xiao Yan, I misjudged you. I thought you were a friend worth making, but now it seems you're only a coward. Get lost. We don't need cowards like you." Even Xiao Jian had broken his silence.

Xiao Yan became increasingly certain that his guess was correct. Though all five of them had exactly the same voices and appearances as before, their temperaments had changed drastically.

"Get lost. Where did you take them?" Xiao Yan said coldly. He and the other four must have been separated. If the five of them were together, they might still have had a chance to fight that Magic Beast. But once separated, they would immediately be defeated one by one. Xiao Yan could not be bothered with the four of them and simply turned around, heading back along the original path.

But a familiar, pleasant voice made him stop in his tracks.

"Brother Xiao Yan."

Xiao Jian was the same as Xiao Yan, except his soul power was not as strong as Xiao Yan's, so he was half a beat slower.

A woman appeared before Xiao Jian, but her appearance at this moment was utterly miserable.

Her once snow-white dress was now stained with mud, as though she had been playing in dirt like a child. Her glossy black hair had not been combed; while it was not as disheveled as a bird's nest, it still did not match her beauty. Her hands were covered in wounds, and perhaps someone had deliberately left her face unharmed. If she had been a man, she would probably have had two enormous black eyes as well. The woman stared blankly at Xiao Jian, her face filled with terror and fear.

"Rou'er, it's really you. Why have you become like this?" Xiao Jian looked at the woman before him, no longer able to remain calm. Three days—after only three short days, his beloved wife had become like this.

"The Xue Clan. It must have been those nobles from the Xue Clan, right? I'll kill them." Xiao Jian's eyes turned bloodshot. This was the only explanation he could think of. He knew that in this world, nobles would viciously teach a lesson to those from below the three Super Lower Planes. He knew that although his wife's talent was not breathtakingly extraordinary, she was by no means someone anyone could bully. Therefore, this was the only explanation.

"Husband, divorce me. The enmity between the Xiao Clan and the Xue Clan cannot be reconciled. We can no longer be together, so divorcing me is the final solution. If you do not, the elders of the Xue Clan will personally come to the Xiao Clan. They will never allow their clanswoman to marry an enemy." Xue Rou looked at Xiao Jian and spoke these sorrowful words.