Zitong Undestroyable read the contents of the Prophecy Stele. The first line said, "Seven people, four souls." The second line said, "Three without souls. The first person died after seeing the first passage. The second's spirit and flesh became one, without a soul!"
He had not yet read the third line. So what was that thing he had heard just now about the surname Nie?
Could it... have been an Illusion?
Impossible. His soul had already reached the Ruler level. With the Wisdom Sword in operation, no evil could invade him. On top of that, his body contained Three Realms Lightning. How could he have been deceived by an Illusion?
"I hadn't even started reading the third line before you went mad. What happened?" Zitong Undestroyable asked.
"This..." Nie Yun's expression darkened.
What was happening before him was far too bizarre.
It now seemed that when he had previously heard Zitong Undestroyable mention "the surname Nie," he had already entered an Illusion and been deluded by someone!
To delude someone with a Ruler-level soul was simply too terrifying!
"Stop reading. This stele has a hypnotic effect on us; it can drag us into an Illusion. Let's destroy it first!"
After hesitating, Nie Yun spoke.
All the strange occurrences before them were connected to this stele. Perhaps only by destroying it could they uncover the truth.
"The Prophecy Stele is a treasure passed down by our ancestors. Destroying it directly would be a monstrous waste of Heaven's gifts!" Fu Anchao froze.
"We can't hesitate. Otherwise, we may all fall into the Illusion and be unable to pull ourselves free. If you won't act, I will!"
Nie Yun drew a deep breath, raised his fist, and punched out.
Ever since arriving here, he had felt trapped in passivity. Only by taking the