The same familiar formula, the same familiar taste.
The moment Yang Lingrui first noticed his vision blurring, he knew it was the work of an illusion array.
Though the bewildering array within this treasured ground was formidable, it still fell somewhat short of the Su Family's "Aerial Villa" from that day's gathering.
"Yang Clan prayer, may the Immortal Venerable grant protection."
As the scenes around him constantly shifted, Yang Lingrui softly recited the incantation.
The next moment, the trace of Chen Yang's consciousness preserved within his sea of consciousness was activated, surging through his mind with a thump.
After that, when Yang Lingrui released his divine sense again, he was able to distinguish directions.
He discovered that he had been teleported near the first spirit insect colony, but the scene before his eyes was utterly different from the feedback of his divine sense.
What he saw was a ground strewn with corpses, scorched earth engulfed in raging flames, and before him stood a massive corpse demon that roared without cease.
As if it had noticed Yang Lingrui's approach, the corpse demon suddenly turned its head and charged at him with a monstrous shriek.
Whether it was the sound, the image, or even the rancid stench drilling into his nostrils, it was no different from the real world.
Had his divine sense not clearly detected that there was nothing at all before him, Yang Lingrui might have been unable to resist raising his hand to block.
"Roar!!"
Puff...
The corpse demon bit down. Yang Lingrui stood firm and unmoving, only to see the illusion pass through his body before dissipating.
"It really is convincing. If an ordinary cultivator stumbled in here, they'd likely end up being worn to death alive."
With a sigh, Yang Lingrui headed toward the third spirit insect