He could feel the patterns affecting his perception—the surrounding gray mist began to change shape, and the images became distorted and blurred, like a dream unfolding before his eyes.

He saw a familiar scene before him: it was the mountain gate of Qingyun Cave, the blue stone archway gleaming faintly in the morning light.

“Mr. Chen!” Xuanzhenzi’s voice came from behind, but his figure was becoming blurry in Chen Ping’s eyes, as if through a layer of mist.

Chen Ping abruptly closed his eyes, and the power of chaos circulated rapidly within his body.

The power of chaos is the source of all laws, and illusion is also a kind of law. But in the face of it, all laws must ultimately return to the origin of chaos.

He channeled the power of chaos, transforming it into the purest spiritual protection, and then suddenly opened his eyes.

Those illusions shattered layer by layer under the impact of the chaotic forces.