Tearing Fear Apart
Sang Ying woke up struggling to breathe, as countless hands kept dragging her, desperately trying to pull her into the murky sewage.
She flailed her limbs desperately, but with no support in the water, escaping the cage formed by those arms was far too difficult.
After swallowing another mouthful of the fishy-smelling water, Sang Ying finally calmed down.
She knew it was all an illusion, but the illusions were so real that it felt as if she were really going to drown in sewage.
Having lost the Dragon Abyss Sword, Sang Ying lacked the strength to break free from the hands gripping her. She felt herself being pulled away from the water, her consciousness drifting from clear to confused.
This won't do; she'll definitely die if this continues.
This is the one thing Sang Ying understands most clearly at this moment.
She bit her lower lip hard; the pain stimulated her brain, rousing her to her feet once more.
Sang Ying disregarded everything else; she chose the hand that was gripping her own neck, lowered her head, and bit down hard, determined to tear off the other person's bones as well.
The hand quickly released its grip in pain, giving Sang Ying a brief respite.
But Sang Ying didn't rest; she quickly chose a new target and began scratching hard with her nails.
One by one, the hands that bound her disappeared, and Sang Ying gradually regained control of her body.
Instead of taking the opportunity to escape the water and get out of this dangerous situation, she silently endured the pain of suffocation, grabbed a hand that was trying to pull back, and plunged into the black abyss alone.
She would solve everything she feared with her own hands!
In the deepest darkness lurks countless bizarre creatures. Facing these enormous and intertwined demons, Sang Ying is like a shrimp confronting a giant sea monster.
But this little shrimp recklessly charged into the monster horde; she had no weapons, her hands were her most powerful blades.
She wore no armor; her skin and flesh were her strongest defense.
In this illusionary realm that even High Antiquity gods would tremble at, Sang Ying seemed to have lost all emotions such as fear and cowardice. She regarded herself as a humanoid weapon that only knew how to kill, and those who blocked her way were all obstacles that she had to clear away.
This tiny shrimp is swallowing up "fish" hundreds of times her size, bite by bite!
The Mirror Spirit concealed itself high above, leaving only its eyes to observe the Human Race who had been thrown in. It found Sang Ying's actions after entering the room very strange.
Aren't Human Race supposed to be fearful of death and greedy? Why does this Human Race seem to have no weaknesses?
She doesn't linger in her ideal world, nor is she afraid that the scenes she once feared will become reality. She clearly distinguishes between illusion and reality, neither indulging in the beauty of illusion nor regretting the shortcomings of reality.
This Human Race is completely different from the Mirror Spirit's understanding of Human Race. Just who is she?
Before the mirror spirit could deduce the information it wanted from Sang Ying's words and actions, a spirit from within the mirror came to him to complain.
"Brother Suhui, when are you finally going to get that Human Race out of here?! She alone has already destroyed two of our great illusions. If this one is destroyed too, we'll really have no usable illusions left in our Heart Devil Mirror!"
Multicolored orbs of light flew down around the Mirror Spirit, whose childish voice kept complaining to the boy-like being in front of it.
The young mirror spirit rubbed its temples in frustration. It hadn't expected this Human Race, suddenly thrust into the scene, to be so powerful. Not only had it broken through the illusion, but it had also destroyed it entirely!
Are these really Human Race, or some kind of immortals or God Race who just wandered off somewhere?!
The Mirror Spirit moved its lips, watching Sang Ying nimbly weave through the monster horde, a hint of fear creeping into its heart. "I'd like to stop her, but do you think I have the ability? How about this: whoever can stop that Human Race from continuing to destroy the illusion, I'll give up my position as Mirror Spirit?"
Anyway, it was just a spirit in the mirror at first, but it gained the advantage of cultivating faster and became a mirror spirit.
At worst, it can just give up this benefit, and then it won't have to suffer this pain.
The previously chattering spirits immediately shut up. Although being a mirror spirit allowed them to possess a body and control illusions, they were truly no match for the Human Race below!
"See? You can't do it either, so why make things difficult for me?" The Mirror Spirit rested his chin on his hands, his face full of helplessness.
The red spirit said, "Then what should we do? Just watch her continue to wreak havoc on the illusion?"
They've worked so hard for so many years, and they've only managed to weave three or four illusions. Of the three most useful ones, she's already destroyed two, and this last one won't last much longer either.
"There's nothing we can do," the Mirror Spirit said helplessly. "We can't trap her, and we can't defeat her either."
The mirror spirits and the souls sighed again, letting out a long sigh for their tragic fate.
Immersed in the battle and carnage, Sang Ying was completely unaware of the Mirror Spirit's sorrow. She only felt that her limbs were becoming more and more agile and her movements were becoming faster and faster.
She lost the Dragon Abyss Sword, but she herself became an even sharper sword.
Unbeknownst to her, the feeling of suffocation had disappeared, replaced by Sang Ying's increasingly light and agile body.
Sang Ying didn't know how many years she had spent here; it could be a hundred years, or it could be ten thousand years.
After she finally cleared away the monsters from the depths of the black water, she discovered that the water in this filthy pool was actually a beautiful turquoise blue.
The light finally shone through the water, completely dispelling the darkness around her.
Sang Ying's wounds had all healed without her noticing. She raised her hand to touch her face, remembering the scar that had once run from the corner of her left eye down to her right jaw.
It felt bumpy and uneven back then, but now it's all healed.
This illusion is rather magical.
As she was thinking this, she was about to paddle to the surface when a sudden flash of light from the bottom of the water made Sang Ying stop.
It appeared to be a giant seashell, pure white with no superfluous patterns. The beam of light shone through a crack in the shell, constantly drawing Sang Ying closer.
Sang Ying didn't suppress her curiosity and immediately dived into the water.
With a little effort, she pried open the seashell, revealing a bead inside that emitted a soft white light.
The mirror spirits and other spirits on the water's surface witnessed this scene. The young mirror spirit collapsed to the ground the moment he saw the bead.
"Oh no, oh no! The Heart Devil Mirror has even taken out its Mirror Pearl; it's trying to recognize this little girl as its master!"