Chapter Fifty-Three: Illusory Realm

  Ji Tian quickly rushed towards the You Ming Mountain Tian Chi, where the Ding Hun Cao's illusory shadow appeared in the sea of consciousness, shining brightly. Continuously offsetting that strange power affecting the soul.

  Ji Tian sat cross-legged around a black lotus flower, rapidly refining himself.

  In just a breath, the leafy silhouette of the Soul-Fixing Grass disappeared root and branch.

  There is still eight breaths of time.

  Quietly and unceasingly, the power of the primordial spirit bursts forth, striking out with its own soul mark.

  But all were erased by the strange power emanating from the black lotus.

  There were still three breaths left, and Jing Tian's whole body tensed up, his body involuntarily trembling, a kind of invisible pressure generating inside him, quickly enveloping his entire body.

  In desperation, he felt helpless and couldn't do anything about it.

  With only one breath left, Ji Tian let out a loud roar and burst forth with all his spiritual energy, enveloping the entire black lotus.

  The twelve leaves of Hei Lian rotated continuously, expelling the Yuan Shen's power that Ji Tian had infused.

  Jing Tian fell into a surreal scene, he felt his heart was softly calling out, too tired, a wave of drowsiness enveloped his entire spirit.

  Jing Tian found himself walking into a fairyland, and as he looked around, he discovered that the place in front of him was like a small valley, surrounded by towering high mountains.

  In this valley, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, competing with each other for beauty. Countless beautiful seven-colored butterflies fly and dance among the flowers in groups, very lovely.

  In the valley, there is a not very large lake, with clear and azure water, extremely beautiful. In the lake, a delicate lotus flower is in full bloom. The fragrance of the lotus is being breathed out by the flowers, forming colorful clouds and mist, reflecting the entire sky red.

  Quietly wandering in the fairyland, listening to the long cry of the red crane, the deer running wildly. Tasting the fairy dew, picking the fairy fruit. Lingering in the fairyland, admiring the wonder of the creator, suddenly born out of the desire to traverse thousands of mountains and rivers, pursuing the most beautiful scenery. Wandering in the clouds, experiencing the unspeakable grandeur. Searching for a place to settle down, carefully stopping to look at the misty clouds, majestic rocks. Listening to the birdsong, fragrance of flowers, green pines dripping with dew.

  He then built a hut beside a mountain of immortals, every day "quietly observing the flowers blooming and falling in front of the courtyard, leisurely watching the clouds rolling and unfolding in the sky".

  All that can be seen is the green mountain stretching far and wide, white clouds drifting aimlessly. On top of a high mountain, a figure clad in white, Jing Tian, stands at the edge of a precipice, gazing out into the distance. The wind lifts his robes.

  Suddenly, a black cloud appeared in the distance, spreading at an alarming rate. In no time, the cloud had shrouded the vast sky, turning it as dark as if day and night had been reversed. The heavens felt an overwhelming sense of oppression.

  Ji Tian was extremely enraged, and in such a fairyland, such an eyesore actually appeared. He quickly released his divine power, and the boundless spiritual energy roared towards the black cloud.

  That dark cloud in the sky took on a nine-headed appearance, opening its mouth and roaring: "Illuminate your mind to see your true nature, return your original heart to reality."

  Ji Tian was furious, and you, a demonic heretic, dare to lecture me on the Tao.

  Jiǔ jù jiàn jì tiān hái shì chén lún yǔ huàn jìng bù kě zì bá, bìng qiě nán yǐ zhǎo huí zì wǒ, yào xiǎng bǎ tā jiě jiù chū qù, zhǐ néng huǐ diào zhè piān huàn jìng, zhè mó lián zhēn shì xié yì, nà zuò yú líng hún de qí yì zhī lì, zhēn shì ràng rén tóu téng, gēn běn wú fǎ zǒu bì.

  Jiutian fundamentally didn't care about Ji Tian's divine powers, and Ji Tian's strongest divine power was the manipulation of killing intent. Now, there wasn't even a hint of killing intent on his body, and he had been worn down by this illusion to the point where he was almost gone.

  Nine Swallows spat out a cluster of black water vapor, rising into the air and instantly turning into a patch of dark cloud. The dark clouds grew thicker and thicker, with endless black rain pouring down on the fantasy realm.

  In the realm of fantasy, as soon as the living creatures came into contact with this black rainwater, they began to wither away, a desolate and bleak atmosphere spreading throughout the realm.

  "Ji Tian Tong Xin Ji Shou Da Hou Dao: 'Er Gan' Dun Shi Hua Wei Yi Ge Tong Tian Ju Ren, Rong Qi Suo De Quan Tou, Xiang Man Tian De Wu Yun Za Qu."

  Translation:

  "Heavenly Silence's heart ached and he let out a loud roar: "You dare!" In an instant, he transformed into a giant that pierced the sky, raised his massive fist, and smashed it towards the dark clouds that filled the sky."

  Jiǔ jù chéng jī xiàng nà jì tiān chūxiàn de shāngǔ bēn qù, nà hú zhōng de lián huā, shì zhè piàn huàn jìng de gēn běn.

  English Translation:

  The nine fears rushed to the valley that appeared in the quiet sky, and the lotus flowers in the lake are the foundation of this illusory realm.

  In Bi Bo Lake, lotus flowers are still tender and beautiful. Emitting a kind of enchanting atmosphere, making people can't help but take a few glances.

  "Otherwise, I would have fallen into it too," he muttered to himself. As he spoke, he spat out a ball of black air, which, upon contact with the lake water, caused the lotus flower petals to rotate instantly, and streams of black air were swallowed up.

  The lotus flower also gradually turned black, and the lush vitality was instantly replaced by a cluster of dead air, spreading throughout the space.

  The sky and earth had transformed, the entire space was devoid of its usual vitality, only filled with a dead atmosphere. The mountains were like rows of skulls, the water was black demonic energy, the flowers and grasses were all fake, crumbling at a touch, emitting a wave of deathly air.

  Ji Tian burst into anger: "You detestable nine-headed lion, you've actually turned this space into such a state. I must kill you to vent my hatred." With that, he strode towards the mountain valley.

  Jiǔ Jù looked at the murderous aura surrounding Jiǎo Tiān as he walked towards him, and his heart rejoiced: "My body is starting to condense killing aura and resentment aura, now there's hope."

  Jiǔ jù sàn chū yuán shén, bǎo zhī tiān bāo guǒ zhù, dàshēng hè dào: "kān pò mí wǎng, huán guī zhēn wǒ."

  Translation:

  The ninefold aura dispersed, enveloping the quiet sky, and in a loud voice, he shouted: "Break through the confusion, return to your true self."

  Under the sudden shout of Jiuhui, Jing Tian was instantly enveloped by a strange force. A thunderclap suddenly exploded in his sea of consciousness, and then that strange force formed lightning to split open the misty fog shrouding Jing Tian's sea of consciousness.

  The slaughter spirit in the sea of consciousness, the resentment spirit also rushed out from the bottom of the sea of consciousness, and combined with the killing intention that had just been formed by Ji Tian, forming two black giant swords, slashing towards the mist that enveloped the sea of consciousness.

  The Youming Mountain is as desolate and silent as it has been for ten thousand years.

  Ao Cang saw Ji Tian slowly wake up and let out a loud roar: "Wu wu, Master you're finally awake! I thought I wouldn't see you again!"

  Ji Tian felt his entire primordial spirit wither and become dispirited, a sharp pain spreading throughout his body. Weakly, he said: "What's wrong with me?"

  "Awu said: "You fainted beside that terrible demon lotus and were swallowed by it. I didn't dare to rescue you, so I could only wait here anxiously. Fortunately, after a few years, the lion woke up with strange powers all over its body, which was not afraid of the demon lotus. It broke open the closed demon lotus and called out to wake you up and save you."

  Ji Tian Dao: "I remember going to refine that Black Lotus. Who would have thought I almost got refined by the Black Lotus instead? Where's Jiu Ju?"

  "Awu saw him return to your body again."

  "Isn't he already substantialized? How did he enter my cognitive sea again?"

  "Not clear"

  "Right, that demon lotus also entered your body with Jiuju."

  Jing Tian exclaimed in shock: "How come I don't feel anything at all. Could it be that I'm too weak now?"

  Jian Tian sat cross-legged on the mountain top, slowly recovering.

  At the foot of Youming Mountain, four people walked slowly on the Youming land. For them now, their goal was to find a way out of the Youming land.

  Ao Cang said to Da Huang Ku Luo: "Are you thinking of betraying your master and declaring yourself king in your own territory?"

  "Absolutely not, I just went back to take a look and wait for the master to return."

  Ao Cang sneered coldly: "I don't think so, his heart can be punished. And that ghost from the other day isn't a good thing either."

  The Great Desolate Skeleton saw the Demon Dragon and finally didn't target itself, hurriedly saying: "Yes, that guy is the most cunning."

  "Right, right!"