The northeastern region of the Crystal Mountain Range is quite different from other places.
The surrounding crystal peaks have lost their clear texture, and their entire bodies are covered with a deep blue color. Inside the mountain, a faint light slowly swirls and flows, condensing into an ancient starry river frozen in the crystal.
Fine dust particles floated in the air, each reflecting countless hazy images. Among them were the faces of unfamiliar cultivators and the figures of ancient beings that had long since perished, silently rising and falling.
Six figures were constantly moving through the mountains, all exuding the aura of the Mystic Void Realm · Supreme, clearly not ordinary Rogue Cultivator.
The leading man was clad in black armor with crimson patterns, and had a knife scar across his left eye. His Fate Soul force was extremely fierce, clearly indicating that he had been walking the edge of life and death for many years. The other five people continuously scanned the surrounding crystal valley and cracks with their divine sense.
"Boss, are you sure the Fate-Reversing Epiphyllum will appear here?" A tall, thin cultivator couldn't help but complain as he pushed aside the drooping crystal vines in front of him.
"Yes, we've been searching here for days, and we haven't found anything except these ghost crystals."
The other person frowned and asked, "The Crystal Mountain Range are so vast, are they really located in this area?"
Their voices echoed in the air. The man leading the group suddenly stopped and gave them a cold glance.
"Shut up, all of you." His tone was extremely irritated.
"Things like the Fate-Reversing Epiphyllum Fate are not something that can be easily revealed to the world. I went to great lengths to obtain information about this area. If you don't want to look for it, you can get lost now."
The group immediately fell silent, not daring to speak for a moment.
One of the gray-robed cultivators suddenly lowered his voice, "Boss, that roar just now... it sounded like the aura of the Chaos Source Beast, Dihuang."
The air around them paused slightly; clearly, everyone remembered the terrifying roar that had shaken the mountains earlier.
But the leader scoffed, "So what if it's Dihuang? It's so far away, why would it come all the way here to find us?"
He raised his hand and waved, "Keep searching!" The group could only disperse, and the surrounding silence grew increasingly eerie.
The deep blue crystals began to reflect their images. Some of them were searching for medicinal herbs, while others lay on the ground covered in blood. Still others had become empty shells swallowed by the crystals.
But no one paid attention to these things, because everyone's attention was completely drawn to the three words "Fate-Reversing Epiphyllum". Suddenly.
The young cultivator at the back of the group suddenly widened his eyes. "Boss!" "Look!!!"
His voice instantly filled with ecstasy, and not far away, beneath a fractured crystal cliff, a translucent epiphyllum flower actually appeared.
The petals slowly opened, revealing a faint starlight within, while a grayish-white flame burned faintly deep within the flower's stamen.
The surrounding space even began to show faint Fate-Reversing Epiphyllum of Fate Soul, and the young cultivator's breathing became rapid.
But just as he excitedly turned around, he suddenly froze, finding the space behind him empty, with no one in sight.
The five companions who were searching nearby, along with the leader, had all vanished.
The valley was deathly silent; the wind had stopped, the sounds had ceased, and even the dust particles in the air seemed to freeze in mid-air.
The cultivator's pupils contracted sharply. "Boss... Boss?" No one responded. The next moment, the crystals around him suddenly lit up simultaneously.
A buzzing sound filled the air as countless mirrors began to ripple. Then, figures slowly emerged from the mirrors—all of them were himself.
Some had faces covered in blood, some had holes pierced through their chests, and some had empty eyes but strange smiles on their lips.
Some were covered in crystals, like corpses forever sealed in crystal, and they walked out of the mirror step by step.
The entire valley was instantly surrounded by hundreds of "him," and the cultivator's face turned deathly pale. "Who... are you...?"
No one answered, but all the "him" around them slowly raised their heads at the same time. Then, all the illusions smiled, and that smile was exactly the same as his own smile...
The cultivator stood in the center of the crystal valley, cold sweat constantly dripping from his forehead, as hundreds of figures resembling himself had completely surrounded him.
The next instant, all the illusions moved simultaneously. Boom--!!!
The illusion at the forefront, its body cracked with crystal, suddenly raised its hand, and a grayish-white mental trace pierced through the void, causing a sharp tearing sound to resound throughout the entire space.
With a single thought, the cultivator's countless thoughts were abruptly severed.
The moment the thought of "escaping" arose in his mind, it shattered instantly, turning into countless gray fragments.
Immediately afterwards, another illusion covered in blood suddenly lit up its eyes.
Behind it emerged a distorted river of cause and effect, reflecting all of the cultivator's past experiences.
Breaking the causal barrier! The long river suddenly reversed direction, and the cultivator's chest exploded instantly. He suddenly realized that he was beginning to "forget" why he had come here, and even why he was searching for the Fate-Reversing Epiphyllum was becoming blurry.
Before he could struggle, the sky suddenly collapsed, and the third illusion raised its hands. Countless dimensional rifts unfolded simultaneously, annihilating dimensions.
The entire crystal valley was suddenly pulled into layers upon layers of dimensional rifts.
His left arm was instantly dragged into another dimension, his flesh was torn into countless thin pieces, and his bones were constantly displaced and twisted between different dimensions.
The scream had barely begun when the fourth illusion whispered, "Delete."
With just one word, the cultivator's right half of his body suddenly became transparent, and the flesh and blood that existed within him began to recede from reality little by little.
It didn't crumble; it was simply slowly forgotten by the world itself, its traces fading and its essence dissipating. Meanwhile,
The surrounding illusions all moved in unison, each unleashing a variety of terrifying powers, some summoning thunder from heaven and earth, others condensing Annihilation gales, and layers upon layers of oppressive force instantly enveloped the entire area.
Some characters raise their hands to reverse time, aging them by thousands of years in an instant; others forcibly tear apart the narrative, making their actions completely out of sync with reality.
Some superimpose life and death upon him, causing him to constantly and frantically cycle between death and resurrection.
There was also a most terrifying illusion: it slowly raised its head, and countless gray-white characters appeared in its pupils.
Deconstructing the logic, in the next instant, the ground beneath the cultivator's feet suddenly "refused to bear" him, and the air also began to "refuse to breathe" him.
Even the concepts of "attack" and "defense" were collapsing. The entire crystal valley twisted and distorted as if it had gone mad, and the cultivator finally collapsed completely.
"No!!!" "Stop!!!" His screams echoed through the valley, but the illusions continued to draw closer.
Outside the illusion, the remaining five people had already fallen into different illusions, with the leader standing there with a ferocious expression.
He waved his hands frantically, but in his eyes, he was being surrounded and killed by countless demonic beasts. So, he began to frantically tear his own body apart.
Thud—A piece of flesh was torn off by his own hand. "Get out of my way!!!" he roared, his palm slashing fiercely at his own chest.
Blood gushed out, but in his hallucination, it was as if he had personally slain a charging beast on the other side.
A gray-robed cultivator was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing frantically. Emptiness in front of him, but in his eyes, there was a terrifying, sky-covering presence looking down at him.
"Senior, spare my life..." "I'm willing to offer my Fate Soul..." He kept kowtowing. His forehead bone was already shattered. There was another person in an even more miserable state.
He seemed to see "another version of himself" taking over his life.
So he began to attack his own shadow frantically, boom boom boom!! One after another, divine powers slammed into his body.
In just a few breaths, all five people were covered in blood, while the crystal mirrors in the center of the valley suddenly fell silent.
A tiny figure slowly floated down from mid-air; it was a little elf, no bigger than the palm of a hand.
Its body was translucent crystal-colored, with six wings on its back that looked like they were carved from glass, the edges of which flowed with fine starlight. Its long hair floated gently like liquid silver light, and a tiny crystal mirror mark floated on its forehead.
The most bizarre thing is its eyes; the left eye reflects reality, while the right eye reflects illusions. When it blinks gently, all the surrounding reflections change in sync.
It floated in mid-air with its bare feet, holding a crystal mirror no bigger than the palm of its hand in its arms.
The mirror reflected the desperate and crazed appearance of the six cultivators. The little elf looked down at the scene in the mirror and suddenly smiled softly.
The laughter was crisp and melodious, yet it instantly lowered the temperature of the entire Crystal Valley to freezing point.