Li Chen suddenly struck, sending invisible sound waves slashing toward the Celestial Maiden before him like sharp blades.
The Celestial Maiden smiled faintly. She made no visible movement, nor was she affected by those blades.
She seemed to be nothing more than an illusory shadow, letting the blades pass straight through her.
"My beloved..."
Her feelings seemed utterly sincere, her call still as tender as a lover's.
Li Chen's expression shifted slightly. He glanced around, only to find that everyone seemed to have drifted far from where he stood, their figures becoming ethereal, hazy, and indistinct.
He immediately realized that he had likely fallen into a peculiar illusion.
A Celestial Person's manifestation, yet one condensed from tangible spiritual substance-an illusion that could almost be called indistinguishable from reality!
Li Chen had heard that when illusion arts reached their pinnacle, everything one saw, heard, thought, and imagined arose from the brain. All of it was nothing more than signals from brain waves.
At that point, there was no longer any distinction between reality and the mind.
It could be false at any moment, yet it could also be real at any moment.
If he succumbed here, he would immediately become a captive of the Heavenly Demon, a slave controlled by desire.
Li Chen tried to loathe the Celestial Maiden before him, to see through her true nature as a Heavenly Demon.
But the Celestial Maiden's beauty knew no bounds precisely because she had already surpassed the limits of mortal judgments based on appearance and every notion of beauty.
Even Li Chen had to admit that the beauty before him was exactly to his liking. She could not actually read minds; rather, she used a mirrorlike mechanism of resonance to reflect his own heart back at him.
"In that case..."
Li Chen