Good heavens! The Supreme God is being relentlessly harassed!

Shen Wangchuan reacted quickly. He pulled Ayan aside and jumped, then drew his Bixie sword.

His smiling face instantly turned serious, and his gaze coldly fixed on the shadowy figure.

Seeing that the first attack had failed, the dark figure emerged from the cluster of flowers.

Only then did the two realize what kind of creature had ambushed them.

It was a pale red sika deer, its antlers edged with gold by the twilight, its movements crushing the withered branches scattered on the ground.

Its entire body is tinged with a light crimson hue, as if dyed by the morning glow, and its back is covered with silver spots resembling frost flowers, like totems engraved by an ancient tribe.

What's most unsettling are those blood-red amber eyes, with a deep blue halo swimming in the depths of their pupils, as if sealing away a snowfield that has never melted for a thousand years.

It was very hostile, its eyes fixed on Shen Wangchuan and Xie Liuyan.

Shen Wangchuan thought it was some kind of monster, but it turned out to be a deer.

He glanced at the deer not far away, then suddenly his gaze froze as he saw what he wanted.

Pointing his sword at the deer, Shen Wangchuan turned to Xie Liuyan and said:

"Ayan, do you see what's on its head?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Liuyan turned his gaze to the vicinity of the antlers and saw a flower swaying in the wind.

The flower is pale yellow overall, with a red stamen in the center, and the stems and leaves are green.

"Is it snow lotus?"

Shen Wangchuan replied, "I'm afraid so, and this deer is the snow beast."

"Rumor has it that the snow beast is very dangerous, Ayan, we should be careful."

"Ah."

After saying that, the snow beast attacked again.

With a thought, Xie Liuyan grasped the Frost in his hand.

The two dodged and fought back, and after a few rounds, they figured out the snow beast's strength.

“Ayan, this deer is probably in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. Cultivation is not easy, and I didn’t sense much blood energy from it. I’ll hold it off for a while, and then Ayan will use her magic to bind it.”

"All we need is the snow lotus grass."

Xie Liuyan understood his meaning, slung the longsword behind his back, and began to write incantations with his right hand.

Shen Wangchuan fought and retreated, leading the snow beast to Xie Liuyan's vicinity.

"Ayan! Now!"

Xie Liuyan's eyes were cold and clear. As he flung his hand away, he uttered, "Bind!"

In an instant, golden incantations emanated from his fingertips, completely trapping and binding the snow beast in place.

The two then ceased their fighting stances and walked step by step toward the snow beast.

Shen Wangchuan bent down and plucked the snow lotus grass from its head, and the snow beast let out a mournful cry of resentment.

"I'm sorry, I really need it, but I can make it up to you."

As he spoke, Shen Wangchuan took out another spiritual herb from his ring space, the spiritual energy of which was no less than that of the snow lotus grass.

The snow beast looked at the spiritual herbs on the ground, picked them up and put them in its mouth, and calmed down considerably for a while.

Seeing this, Shen Wangchuan was quite satisfied.

He stood up and turned around, intending to show the snow lotus grass in his hand to Ayan.

"Ayan, look, we got it."

"When we get back, I can have someone make pills for Ayan to repair the damage to her meridians."

Unexpectedly, he didn't hear a response from the other party for a moment.

Shen Wangchuan panicked and turned around completely to look in the direction where Xie Liuyan had been.

"Ayan??"

"Master?!"

Shen Wangchuan's voice echoed in the valley, carrying a hint of sorrow and despair.

The spiritual power of the Golden Core stage erupted completely, sweeping away a patch of flower branches.

As if remembering something, Shen Wangchuan murmured, "Snow Beast... Snow Lotus Grass... Flower... Illusion!"

It's an illusion!!

Due to excessive use of spiritual energy and inhalation of too much pollen, Shen Wangchuan's vision went black, and he unconsciously collapsed.

He didn’t know if it was a hallucination, but he saw a figure before he lost consciousness.

Is it Master?

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Xie Liuyan was in a dark space at this moment, unaware of what time it was.

He had been watching Shen Wangchuan pluck the snow lotus grass, but he never expected that the space would be distorted the moment the spiritual herb was picked.

Shen Wangchuan's figure also completely disappeared from sight.

"0526, where is this?"

Xie Liuyan spoke calmly, reaching out to touch the point of light in front of him.

This is somewhat similar to the scene when he first came into this world.

However, the specks of light here didn't mean anything. With a gentle push, he crushed them on his fingertips, making them disappear completely.

Xie Liuyan tried to contact 0526 in his mind again, but unfortunately, the system did not respond after he called out several times.

He closed his eyes, and heard a rustling sound in his ears.

It sounded like the wind.

It's an illusion! Xie Liuyan quickly made the judgment.

He may still be in the same place, but his consciousness has fallen into an illusion.

Illusion is known for its false yet real scenes; it is false because it never truly exists.

The truth, on the other hand, is a projection of what people desire most in their hearts.

It is not fatal, but it incisively points out the weaknesses of human nature.

Every year, many cultivators become addicted to the illusion and are ambushed and killed in real life.

The simplest way is to enter the illusion, break free from your inner demons, and emerge from it.

Xie Liuyan understood all of this, and his tense body relaxed considerably.

The darkness gradually faded, revealing the scene.

Xie Liuyan strolled leisurely toward the light, thinking casually to himself:

We should break free of the illusion as soon as possible, otherwise Shen Wangchuan will probably get angry.

Thinking of the extremely clingy Shen, a hint of tenderness flashed in Xie Liuyan's eyes.

But when he looked up, everything in front of him was both familiar and strange.

He was no longer an observer, but completely immersed in the illusion.

The setting sun casts its slanting rays, and there are some lovely cashiers in the supermarket, and—

That familiar alleyway was where he and Shen Wangchuan first met.

Xie Liuyan was stunned. How could this be?

It just so happens to be here.

He looked down and saw that he was no longer wearing a large white robe, but a simple school uniform.

If everything is true, will he be able to see him?

Unlike before, Xie Liuyan no longer ran step by step back to the place where he started, relying on his memory.

He never felt that there were any flaws in his heart. A cultivator should have a broad mind and a magnanimous spirit.

Even when he was ambushed and seriously injured in the cultivation world, he never took it to heart. But now, he truly felt what excitement and disbelief were.

When he arrived at that familiar place, he turned and walked into the alley.

A tall, slender young man walked towards us. His clothes were somewhat dirty, and there was a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

When I saw him wearing the same school uniform, he raised an eyebrow, his tone both arrogant and nostalgic:

"Dude, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business!"

Xie Liuyan glanced at him, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and uttered familiar words as if to cover up his unease:

"Don't worry, I'm too lazy to get myself into trouble."