Deep within Cloudmist Mountain, Shen Luo sped forward on his flying sword.
The white mist around him seemed alive, assuming all manner of shapes to bewilder his five senses, while an indescribably powerful illusion power continually seeped into his body.
Fortunately, his divine soul was already powerful, and his Buzhou Suppression Divine Art had reached an exceedingly high level, leaving him unaffected by these external influences.
"Yan Lie and the people from the Golden Pavilion have followed us in. They seem to have treasures that resist illusion power," Shen Luo said, black light flashing in his eyes.
"They really are clinging to us like burrs. They even dared to follow us into Cloudmist Mountain," Myriad Waters True Immortal said gravely.
Unlike Shen Luo, he looked rather unwell, his gaze wandering. Clearly, the surrounding Mist Sea had affected him deeply, though he could still barely hold on. Inwardly, he was staggered by Shen Luo's unfathomable strength and grateful for his earlier decision.
Had he clung to his greed and failed to bring Shen Luo into the venture, or had Shen Luo never appeared or refused his request to cooperate, he would likely have been unable to escape disaster this time.
At that thought, he could not help quietly wiping the fine beads of cold sweat from his forehead.
"Fellow Daoist Wan Shui, if you're having trouble resisting the illusion power, you can take shelter in my spatial magic treasure for now," Shen Luo said.
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Shen. If I couldn't even withstand illusory fog of this degree, I would have no business exploring Senior Donghua Loose Immortal's cave abode! Clear Mind Mantra Talisman, activate!" Myriad Waters True Immortal forced a smile, then gave a low shout.
A streak of azure light flashed within his sleeve, and an azure talisman