Leaving the Valley

Zhang Xiaohua sent away both Peacock and Chen Chen from his illusion, then finally drew a deep breath and patted his chest. He smacked his lips over the bite on them left by the "illusionary Chen Chen," then touched the neck wounded by the "illusionary Peacock." A lingering sense of unfinished satisfaction welled up within him.

A young man's heart was full of spring, and Zhang Xiaohua was no exception. In his eighteen years of life, he had never once had a spring dream. Never had he imagined that this dream would come true within the illusion array of the Incense-Passing Cult. And it had come like a raging storm, so fierce that even Zhang Xiaohua, who could soar through a downpour like a swallow, had been caught utterly off guard. Yet... the one with whom he had nearly shared a night of spring... was unexpectedly... unexpectedly not Meng, whom he had long dreamed of, nor Nie Qianyu, whose feelings for him ran deep. This made Zhang Xiaohua feel even more incredulous, as though he bore some measure of guilt!

But what was even stranger was that Zhang Xiaohua truly had not known that, deep within his consciousness, two inner disciples from Yi Xiang Peak had been hidden away!

"Chen Chen's... lush figure... really wasn't bad!"

"Peacock's... skin... was good too!"

Zhang Xiaohua stroked his chin and stared at the spot where the two had vanished, a trace of inexplicable melancholy arising within him.

Was this... the tracelessness of a spring dream???

Then Zhang Xiaohua gathered his thoughts and began searching for Meng within the illusion array.

Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaohua had just evolved the Heavenly Dao within the illusion array. This was a principle of heaven and earth far more profound than the illusion array itself. Having used the Heavenly