Ning Bei opened his eyes again, looked up at the blue sky, and smiled knowingly.
"Looks like my guess wasn't wrong. The trial didn't require me to defeat Tang San at his peak while completely isolated and helpless."
In his conception, this trial was most likely testing whether he had the courage to draw his sword against an enemy under extreme circumstances. The only thing was that he had dragged Bibi Dong in the illusion down with him and made her self-destruct too.
"It's fine. Once I finish the trial and return to the real world, I'll add a chicken drumstick to Your Majesty the Pope's meal as compensation."
Rising from where he had been lying on his back, Ning Bei planned to check where he currently was, because he was not sure whether he had entered another illusion or returned to reality.
But as his gaze swept sideways, he froze on the spot. As far as he could see, there was barren, shattered land and a ruined city wall dozens of kilometers away, making him feel as though he had suddenly been placed in some Ancient Battlefield.
"What the hell? This time it's a zero-frame opener straight into the next stage of the trial?"
As he complained, he slowly got up and prepared to pat the dust off himself, only for Ning Bei to freeze in place once more, because his hands passed straight through his body without touching anything solid.
"Hm? What the hell?"
He reached both hands toward his body again, but there was still no sensation of touching anything real. Ning Bei hurriedly lowered his head and discovered that he was now in a strange, illusory, transparent state.
"Have I turned into a ghost?"
After his surprise, Ning Bei forced himself to calm down and began