"The Illusion Overlord excelled at illusions. Though It is dead, Its former breaths, the traces of Its footsteps, even a single hair It once shed can all induce hallucinations."
"Do not think. Do not listen. Hold fast to your convictions. Our goal is the ancient church ahead. Ignore everything else."
Shenchuan Jiaying's voice was dispassionate beneath his mask. At the same time, he swept out a hand, disposing of another member of the party who had mutated.
Everyone looked grave and tense as they walked forward with their heads lowered, silent and alert.
Were they really hallucinations?
Xu Ye looked toward the distant curtain to his right. The dim yellow scene seemed to be gradually fading, and the girl's shadow grew increasingly indistinct.
Yet the girl was still skipping about, seemingly waving the torch in her hand with excitement, as though she had found one of her own kind.
Only, no sound emerged.
A few seconds later, the girl's shadow vanished completely, leaving no trace.
"Bandit Lord, what do you think?" Xu Ye asked.
"I'm not quite sure. Its methods are extraordinary. Even a dead deity is beyond our current comprehension. You have no way of knowing whether this is an illusion or reality. For instance, you're here, you're alive, but perhaps you're already dead."
"Of course, that's an extreme conjecture," the Bandit Lord said. "With a divine sequence, you can always spot something unusual. At the very least, it's difficult to be completely deceived."
"I feel this isn't the final burial ground. Perhaps we'll find something different at the same location in the second dreamscape layer."
As they talked, the party stopped.
"What's wrong?" Shenchuan Lan asked, puzzled.
Shenchuan Jiaying's voice grew slightly grave as he gazed at the church ahead. "It's only a few hundred meters away. Why