The female cultivator in the landscape painting refused to believe it and shook her head wildly. "I cultivate the Ink Wash Method. I have Ink Wash Death Substitution to die in my place!"
"The Flower-Scatter Daoist's Nightmare-Subduing Technique only killed my Ink Wash Effigy. He couldn't possibly hurt me!"
"I must have relaxed and let my guard down after falling into the Lower Court, and then he ambushed me."
"You have to take responsibility! You have to save me!"
"I don't want to die!"
The female cultivator wanted to take out medicine to repair her wounds, but she couldn't even move her arms.
She released her yin spirit, but when it emerged, it was in tatters. Before it could take a step, the night wind blew it to pieces.
At that moment, she looked pleadingly at the yin spirits. "Save me!"
"Please!"
"I'm a disciple of the Lower Court too."
One yin spirit looked unable to bear it and snapped his fingers.
Crash!
The female cultivator found that the scenery around her collapsed with a crash, like shattered glass.
Then she discovered that she wasn't inside the Lower Court, but outside its entrance.
On the ground at the entrance was an enormous circle made of bloodstains.
Several cultivators staggered in circles along it, then suddenly either bled from their seven orifices or had holes burst open in their bodies before falling to the ground and going still.
"I fell under an Illusion Art?"
The female cultivator was stunned.
At that moment, she stopped struggling.
She lay on the ground in despair, looking at the moonlight filling the sky, and suddenly laughed. "That's right. The Flower-Scatter Daoist cultivates a moon-type Fundamental Method. Illusion Arts are what this kind of Fundamental Method excels at most!"
"But when did I fall under the