A barren mountain.
White mist spread for dozens of miles. Within it, a gray-robed young man wandered back and forth as though lost, occasionally slashing his sword at empty space.
The mist rose several hundred yards high. In the sky above it, a mist flood dragon a thousand yards long circled, her entire body covered in fine, pure-white scales.
Her head looked as though it had been carved from the finest white marble, exceptionally beautiful and pure, without the slightest trace of savagery.
A cluster of translucent horns rose from her head in an elegant arrangement, exuding a dreamlike aura.
Her enormous eyes watched the mist below, and from time to time she exhaled more white mist to replenish it.
Maintaining an illusion to deal with a Sword Cultivator in the nascent soul realm was no easy task for her. It demanded constant attention.
This was different from manipulating Yu Shuangchi. When she first met him, she had been a Transformation Great Demon at the fourth-tier middle stage, while he had merely been a young Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
She could influence Yu Shuangchi with ease, and throughout the years they spent together afterward, she continually planted suggestions in his mind.
That had been a matter of cultivating him over time.
Xu Guike, however, was not only a Nascent Soul Cultivator, but also an extremely unusual Sword Cultivator.
Even with her higher cultivation, creating an illusion Xu Guike could not escape required considerable effort.
Fortunately, she had trapped him in the end.
Every so often, the mist flood dragon raised her head and looked into the depths of Northern Mang Mountain.
Although she had approached Yu Shuangchi with ulterior motives from the beginning, after spending so many years with him and even bearing him a daughter, how could she feel nothing