But the expenditure was by no means small.
Merely maintaining the illusion in this small area had consumed nearly twenty percent of Lin Ke's mental power.
Seeing some success, he secretly rejoiced, but dared not let up in the slightest.
Constructing an illusion was harder than he had imagined.
The enormous consumption of mental power was only one aspect; more importantly, it placed too great a burden on his consciousness.
He needed to control hundreds of mental imprints simultaneously to keep the illusion running.
Once his consciousness slackened, all his previous efforts could easily go to waste, so this was not yet the time to relax.
The Dream-Eating Gecko watched intently from the side. "Father, you truly possess extraordinary talent. You managed to construct such a realistic illusion on your very first attempt."
Lin Ke did not answer, continuing to refine the illusion with his full concentration.
An illusory realm.
What constituted illusion, and what constituted a realm?
Using power to assemble images out of nothingness, constructing a realm where truth and falsehood were hard to distinguish.
This process embodied absolute control over power.
His illusory realm had images, but no realm.
Although those flowers and grasses looked lifelike, they lacked true vitality, and their abnormalities were apparent at a glance.
"Still not realistic enough..."
Lin Ke drew his attention back, withdrew the mental power sustaining the illusion's circulation of power, and then began reconstructing it.
Construction, destruction, reconstruction, destruction again...
Through the process of constructing illusions with mental power, Lin Ke constantly honed his mental power.
This was a process of polishing and tempering.
For the next two days, Lin Ke remained immersed in this cultivation.
At first, he could only maintain an illusion over a small area, and the consumption of mental power was staggering.
But gradually, he