My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 28 Thousand Illusions
"Ye Wuyou" opened his eyes.

The scenery before my eyes was exactly the same as before; the mountain forest remained the same under the night sky, without any difference.

Ye Wuyou turned around and looked back. Lin Qingqing, Bai Changzai and Xu Fang were still beside him, but their eyes were dull and they stood there blankly.

He calmly withdrew his gaze and looked forward again.

There, there was an old man with white hair and beard, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

Murderous intentions gradually arise.

But the old man looked gentle and spoke calmly.

"I am the leader of the Qianhuan Sect, Murong Huan. Don't be impatient, my friend. Before you start, why don't you evaluate this illusion?"

Ye Wuyou's expression was calm, his eyes slightly drooped, but a slight curve gradually appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Thousand Illusion Gate...

So, that’s how it is…

"It's both true and false, but it's so incongruous and ridiculous," he said calmly.

The old man Murong Huan did not look impatient. There seemed to be a flash of thought between his eyes, and then he nodded.

"It's neither true nor false, and it's neither fish nor fowl. Your comment is quite appropriate. No wonder you can detect my tricks. I underestimated you."

But then, a hint of excitement appeared in Murong Huan's eyes, and he looked at Ye Wuyou as if he was looking at a treasure.

Everything about Ye Wuyou was clearly visible in his eyes.

It's neither true nor false, neither fish nor fowl.

He is just a cultivator who has just entered the first realm, but he can perceive his illusion and has such a high level of understanding of illusions.

With such talent, how could Murong Huan not be excited.

He felt a desire to cherish the talent, so he wanted to bring the man back to Qianhuan Sect and train him with all his strength...

Ok?
Is there something wrong?

Thousand Illusion Gate...

Murong Huan lowered his eyes slightly, but the doubt in his mind only flashed by, and soon he raised his head again.

"My friend, do you know how many levels of illusion there are?"

Ye Wuyou had a smile in his eyes, his hands hanging by his sides, and he looked at the other person calmly and patiently.

But that smile was somewhat sarcastic and cold.

It's like looking at a dead person.

Murong Huan just thought that the other party was curious about his words, and there was a bit more interest in his words.

“I have been practicing and studying illusion for many years, and I believe that illusion has three levels.

The first level, I call it seeking truth."

Murong Huan waved his hand, and as his long sleeves fluttered, a third-level monster wolf with a ferocious aura appeared from the dense forest and attacked Ye Wuyou.

But what was strange was that the giant wolf passed through Ye Wuyou's body and ran straight towards the other three people.

The three men were stunned, but their expressions were still dull. They had already formed their battle formations with just a wave of their hands. With a mixture of wind and thunder and flashing aura, they fought with the giant wolf.

As for Ye Wuyou...

He stood beside the three people, but there seemed no distance between them.

The two sides seemed to be on different levels. No matter how they moved, Ye Wuyou was not disturbed at all.

"This monster is fake, but the caster wants the people trapped in the illusion to believe it is real. I call it seeking truth."

Murong Huan smiled and spoke again, "As for the second level, I originally called it Nine Truths and One Falsehood, but I suddenly felt that my friend's name is more appropriate, both true and false."

What does nine truths and one false mean?
Just like deceiving people with lies, an ordinary lie will only be full of loopholes if examined carefully. But if there are ten sentences, nine of them are true and one is false, how can we tell them apart?
The same is true for illusions.

Creating a magnificent illusion, carving it out in detail and striving to make it lifelike is not only time-consuming and laborious, but also very easy to find loopholes.

This is a small dole.

Use the scenery in front of people's eyes as a painting to create a real illusion.

The mountain wind blew, whistling past.

The fallen leaves in the forest were rolled up, fluttering in the air and falling like rain.

There were suddenly several bloodstains on the three people's bodies.

Murong Huan waved his hand gently and stopped the next change.

He looked at Ye Wuyou who was standing silently beside him and spoke lightly.

"My friend, the way of illusion is ever-changing. Even I have not understood all of it. Therefore, I am only guessing at the third level."

"At this level, truth and falsehood have no meaning. Everything you see could be false or true."

"Even if you are aware of the illusion, you can't do anything about it. After all, there is no difference between reality and illusion."

Ye Wuyou, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke at this moment, with a hint of discussion in his words.

"As you said, in the third realm, does life and death have no meaning?"

Murong Huan was slightly startled, but then he felt a little more happy. Fortunately, his words were not in vain.

The young man in front of him had obviously been persuaded by his words and was now actively discussing the issue with him.

Murong Huan has always been very patient with the talents he values.

At this moment, he thought for a while, and then murmured in response: "Under the extreme of illusion, the dead do not know that they are dead, and the living cannot distinguish between truth and falsehood. So, life and death are indeed meaningless..."

There was a gleam of surprise in Murong Huan's eyes, as if he realized something.

"Okay, okay, my friend, thank you. I got it! Hahahaha, I got it! After I go back, in ten years at most, I will be able to master this illusion to its fullest."

"My friend, why don't you come back with me to Qianhuan Sect? You will be my last disciple, and you can take whatever you want from the sect."

Ye Wuyou's eyes moved away from the old man and turned to the three people who were still struggling in the illusion.

After a moment, he shook his head, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

"Why did you refuse, and why do you feel regretful?" Murong Huan was puzzled.

Pity?

Ye Wuyou's face was as calm as water, and he just walked towards the old man step by step.

“My friend, even if you have some talent, don’t you think that you are qualified to attack me just because you have reached the first level of cultivation?” Murong Huan chuckled.

He let Ye Wuyou approach step by step.

He can kill instantly a cultivator of the first realm.

His smile quickly turned stiff.

In front of him, Ye Wuyou was standing more than ten meters away, with his hands slightly hanging down, without any movement.

Then...what was the move?

Murong Huan looked downwards and saw a round hole in his chest, as if it had been pierced by something.

But he saw nothing.

Not even a drop of blood was shed.

There was some confusion in Murong Huan's eyes.

Ye Wuyou's voice came from the front.

"It's a pity that you have practiced for your whole life, but you are in an illusion without knowing it. You are just a remnant soul, but you don't know whether you are alive or dead, and you are played around by others."

The dark blue ghost hand slowly emerged from the opponent's chest.

Although it was invisible, the aura emanating from it inexplicably made Murong Huan's heart tighten.

Pain, trembling.

Weirdness is inherently corrosive, especially when it comes to the soul.

In the dungeon, Xia Anmeng, as a remnant soul of the sixth realm, was tortured to death by the strange erosion, not to mention the close contact with Murong Huan at this moment.

Ye Wuyou is only at the first realm, and even if he is just a remnant soul of the fourth realm, he will not be able to defeat the enemy.

But it's weirdly different.

Specially designed to defeat the spirit and soul.

The remnant soul of the fourth realm finally began to dissipate, but it did not dissipate in the heaven and earth. Instead, it followed the invisible ghost hand and merged into it little by little.

Or perhaps it was at his last moments, but there was a hint of clarity in Murong Huan's eyes, as if he had realized something.

Qianhuan Sect, Demonic Fox, Wedding, Disciple...

The treasure was taken away, the sect was destroyed...

Where in this world is there any Thousand Illusions Sect?

All this is just the fantasy of this remaining soul of mine.

Murong Huan opened his mouth and screamed.

"My friend, please hold back. Don't let... it fall into the hands of the evildoer."

"Qianhuan...Purple Gold Bell!"

Ye Wuyou could no longer hear all of this.

A strange dark blue color appeared behind him, and countless dark blue hands wrapped Ye Wuyou layer by layer.

Feeling the strangeness of the abundant soul power flowing into the back of him, Ye Wuyou couldn't help but look up, with a comfortable smile on his face.

But there was still some regret in his eyes.

Or rather, it's a bit regrettable.

"What a pity, it's just a remnant soul of the fourth realm. The taste is too bland after all."

Xia Anmeng...

Recalling the taste of that woman, Ye Wuyou lowered his eyes slightly and his face was calm.

"Next time we meet, I'll eat it."

(End of this chapter)