Ji Yuan's method amounted to making Zhu Yan deceive himself. But while it could fool Zhu Yan, it also had drawbacks. All of Zuo Wuji's sensations were in fact spiritual memories; his body received little in the way of muscle memory. It was not without effect, but physical sensations would arrive far more slowly, because the Book World moved far faster than the world outside.
Moreover, Zuo Wuji's mind was currently bearing the burden of both spirit and flesh. Under Ji Yuan and Zhu Yan's guidance, the expenditure far exceeded the balance his body could maintain. He might be the first to be unable to hold on.
And Ji Yuan had never before sustained a dream-traveling Book World for so long, much less brought in a ferocious entity like Zhu Yan. The precision required of the spell and the drain on his mind were equally terrifying.
Despite all these apparent drawbacks, Ji Yuan still felt it was worth it. Now it depended on whether Zuo Wuji could not hold on first, or Zhu Yan realized the truth first.
On the fifty-fifth day, Zhu Yan was sparring with Zuo Wuji. Their movements were swift as afterimages, while flying sand and rolling stones filled the surroundings, the earth split, and trees snapped.
As Zhu Yan fought, he carefully observed Ji Yuan as well. After watching for a long while without finding any flaw, he—who had long sensed that something must be wrong—suddenly deflected Zuo Wuji's palm strike and threw a vicious punch at his chest.
Bang...
The punch seemed to show no mercy. Zuo Wuji's entire chest caved in, and his body flew backward several hundred zhang before smashing into a small earthen hill in the distance. Blossoms of blood sprayed from Zuo Wuji still lingered in the air.
"Zhu Yan, what