Fake Is Fake

Elven leaves, Puppet Mirror fragments, the Memory Eye, the Redemption Spell—four whirlwinds ruled the rotation of the entire Spirit World. Their savage tearing force shattered the Spirit Crystals in this world completely.

His spiritual power had grown stronger again.

Within the four whirlwinds, he could even sense the spiritual particles that were about to merge together. As long as Soul Plasma replenished them, the fourth Spirit Recomposition would arrive at once.

Yet the increasingly improved Spirit World offered Li Ziran no help at all. He wanted to see this world spinning at high speed like those whirlwinds, but the entire world stood as firm as a mountain. His consciousness darted freely through the four whirlwinds, yet he could not feel even the faintest rotation of the world.

"You failed!"

Viya shook her head in disappointment and asked, "Will you help me?"

No!

Li Ziran was somewhat disappointed in himself. Right now, he felt as though he had when he had first learned to sense elements as a mage. No matter how desperately he tried, he could not sense even a trace of their existence. It seemed to be a barrier at the level of the soul itself.

This was the obstacle that made him utterly incompatible with this world.

"Is there no other way?" Li Ziran deliberately reminded her, "I can take you out."

Viya shook her head. "I don't know. I only know this one method. Li Ziran..." Just as she was about to continue, she immediately sensed that something was wrong. Footsteps emerged from the mist, accompanied by a shouted call.

Cavis!

That voice was far too familiar. It was Cavis. He had discovered something strange about the Thorn Prison and was striding toward Wood.

Viya had already sunk completely into the black oil. Li Ziran instinctively glanced