At the sight of the magnificent immortal scene before him, Cheng Xinzhan immediately summoned the Primordial Chaos Umbrella above his head for protection. The Spell Umbrella shed a curtain of dim light, enveloping him and Lion.
He had clearly been conducting the Spring Hunt in a cell inside the Demon-Locking Tower. How could he suddenly have arrived in the immortal realm? There was only one possibility-an illusion!
Cheng Xinzhan had actually anticipated something like this, however, and was not overly alarmed. Everyone said the Red Heart Cult excelled at weaving illusions and stirring the heart's fires. Seeing it today, he found its reputation well deserved. This scene was both grand and exquisitely detailed, beyond what an ordinary person could conjure.
His choice of the Red Heart Cult's Right Dharma Protector had not been, as the wardens outside suggested, a deliberate attempt to test the old cult fiend's methods, nor because he thought this demon old, weak, and easy prey. It was simply because there were few demons on the ninth floor, and the Red Heart Cult was the only one among them he knew well.
His earliest encounter with the Red Heart Cult had been a match at Huanzhu Louzhu's Sword-Dueling Gathering. But that gathering had rules requiring contestants to stop short of injury, and both sides' cultivation realms had been too low then for any distinctive tricks to show.
Later, in Western Kham, this cult had repeatedly helped the White Bone Chan Cloister and joined attacks on the White River Sword Pavilion. Only then had their clashes become more frequent. Its members rarely charged at the front, mostly supporting from the sidelines, confusing people's senses and disrupting their minds. They were a real headache.
The cult's doctrine was the most important reason Cheng Xinzhan had chosen this demon. It