But just as he was about to sprint, the illusion formation suddenly intensified, the surrounding scene instantly distorted, the outline of the exit vanished, replaced by countless familiar figures.
Lin Yuan, Zhao Tieshan, Old Xu, and those fallen Free Valley disciples, covered in blood, reached out their hands toward him, wailing softly, expressing endless pain and unwillingness.
“Chen Ping, save us…… “Revenge…… I must get revenge……
Chen Ping’s soul trembled violently, and grief, anger, and guilt surged in his heart. His consciousness blurred again, and his steps involuntarily stopped.
At this critical moment, deep within the sea of consciousness, Beiming Yuan’s voice suddenly rang out, cold and clear: “Chen Ping, wake up!” This is an illusion formation! It’s fake! You cannot be deceived; have you forgotten your mission? Have you forgotten that you want to rebuild your body and seek revenge? ”
Beiming Yuan’s voice was like thunder, instantly awakening Chen Ping.
He snapped back to reality, a flash of determination in his eyes. He suppressed all his emotions, ignored those illusions, and channeled all his spiritual power, transforming into an ultimate purple streak of light toward his memory. Heading toward the exit, he sprinted with all his might.
Unlock the full chapter with a membership! If you’re a member, log in using the header menu or the (☰) mobile menu.