[True-False Supreme Realm]
[You stared blankly at the enormous hand that had materialized out of thin air.]
[It was not a physical thing, but woven from countless intertwined threads of karma and illusory bubbles,]
[and, empowered by some supreme divine ability, it was frantically plundering your existence with an unquestionable tyranny.]
[Your Cultivation, essence, memories... even every last trace of your existence was being uprooted by that enormous hand, forcibly stripped away.]
[You felt as though you had been nailed to the cross of Destiny, unable to move, forced to watch helplessly as you were hollowed out little by little.]
["So... this is your method, Senior Lin Feng?"]
[You struggled to speak, your voice dry and hoarse.]
[The suspicion that had long occupied your heart had finally become a cruel reality.]
[This [True-False Supreme Realm] was a legacy left by the Dream Master!]
[In theory, unless the Dream Master personally descended, forced his way inside, and stabbed you in the back, no one else in this world should have been able to lay such a trap that left no survivors.]
[Except... Senior Lin Feng.]
[Only he had visited this place, and only he possessed the ability to calculate every possibility without overlooking a single one.]
[Yet what answered you was not that familiar, imposing figure, but a cool voice with a teasing edge.]
[The voice sounded less like the lofty Nine Heavens Profound Lady and more like a mischievous youngster brimming with curiosity about everything in the world.]
["You must be the one Little Feng mentioned..."]
["Bang—"]
[Before the words were finished, an invisible hand seemed to fly through the void and strike precisely at the source of that voice.]
["Ow! That hurts, that hurts!"]
[The voice immediately let out an exaggerated yelp, followed by a plea for mercy:]
["I