An almost instinctive urge welled up within him, as though the mask belonged against his face, fused with his skin.
In an instant, alarm surged through Cui Jiuyang's heart, finally bringing him fully to his senses. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
Leaving aside how this mask had appeared silently in his hand.
Only now did he belatedly realize-the earth-shattering battle just now had all been an illusion!
The fishy stench of the sea in Chen Family Village.
The giant skeletal bird's nest.
The savage faces of the Sea Buddha Lineage's monks.
The blinding red light when the Buddha's Fury Fire Lotus exploded.
Scene after scene flashed rapidly before his eyes, making it impossible for him to believe it had only been an illusory dream.
Clearly, when he first entered Chen Family Village.
He had remembered perfectly well that he was inside an illusion.
Back then, he had been relaxed, even treating the villagers as NPCs in the background...
When had it started?
When had he forgotten he was inside an illusion?
Cui Jiuyang raised a hand to his chest, feeling his heart's steady beat beneath his fingertips.
Cui Jiuyang recalled how he had shared in the suffering of Chen Family Village's people, and the fury that had burned to consume everything when he finally detonated the thunder and fire...
Had he maintained an outsider's clearheadedness throughout.
How could he have done something so mad, so close to taking himself down with his enemies?
At this thought, Cui Jiuyang could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
This method was truly masterful beyond measure. Without a sound or trace, it had lowered his guard and made him choose in complete accordance with his true nature within the