Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 668 Soul Emperor: Your Father Isn't That Weak

"Buzz!"

When Hun Ruoruo stepped into the distorted space, the rank badge that was originally located on her chest immediately emitted a series of strange fluctuations.

Ripples spread across the painting, and with a burst of suction, the girl's petite body was drawn into it.

When she reappeared, Hun Ruoruo was already standing in a strange, dark gray thicket.

A pale gray mist filled the air, reducing visibility to less than three feet. As the gaze shifted, the space itself began to distort.

Clearly, this forest is the illusionary level of the so-called first stage.

With her toes lightly touching the ground, Hun Ruoruo gazed into the distance and quickly locked her sights on a black hole at the far end.

"This is what they call the Soul Illusion?"

Hun Ruoruo looked curiously up and down at this special space.

With her Heavenly Realm soul cultivation, this so-called illusion could not possibly trap her in the slightest.

However, instead of simply traversing the illusion, she had some alternative ideas.

"Hmm, it's also a maze created by human manipulation, but the illusions here are far inferior to the dreams woven by my mother. It seems that the ultimate secret technique for the demise of youth is indeed beyond reason."

Youthful beauty fades away.

As Hun Ruoruo's most relied-upon disguise fighting technique, she has rarely used it since her physical body was nourished by Xiao Yan.

This is not because the level of the "Fragrance Fades Away" skill is insufficient, but because once the cultivation level reaches a certain point, the ability to weave illusions will be greatly reduced due to the improvement of the enemy's mental strength.

It seems that back in the days of the Jia Ma Empire, even with the cultivation of a late-stage Soul Ruoruo Spirit Realm cultivator, they could only barely keep it from low-level Dou Zong like Yun Shan, and even Protector Wu had to be careful to avoid them.

The desire to seek the truth has always remained steadfast over time.

For cultivators, the more profound their experience, the less likely they are to be deceived by illusions. This is not only due to their cultivation level, but also to their state of mind.

As one's cultivation level continues to improve, the number of regrets that can be remembered will gradually decrease, and the things one needs will become even fewer.

After all, I am the superior one, above millions of people, and I should right all the injustices in my heart. What harm can disaster do to me?

Therefore, although the Heavenly Realm Soul is strong, it is still a step behind the Spirit Realm Soul, which can turn the illusory into the real, and make it unable to extricate itself from the illusion.
Thinking of this, Hun Ruoruo lowered her eyes slightly, and a hint of joy appeared in her gaze as she looked at this illusion:

"Since this is a test of the soul, don't blame me for making good use of it."

After saying that, she calmly withdrew her soul power, swung her tied ponytail, and excitedly ran into the woods.

The distorted space is extremely vast, with layers upon layers of spatial folds, turning this place into almost a maze. A slight misstep could lead to falling into it and losing the chance to participate.

Many contestants ventured into the dark, and despite their meticulous planning, many still fell into spatial folds, their alchemy skills never even getting a chance to be used before they were eliminated.

Meanwhile, many contestants used their own secret treasures to break free from the spatial folds, only to fall into an even more dangerous illusion, gradually sinking into depravity and losing their way.
"despair!"

Her small cloth shoes trod on the gray mist. Hun Ruoruo stopped and stomped her foot on the ground with a hint of annoyance.
"This damn barrier, it was supposed to create illusions, but it didn't!"

Along the way, Hun Ruoruo saw countless people trapped in illusions. The more people she saw, the more curious she became about who she would see in the illusions.

Mother? Master? Or some bad guy who only knows how to show off?

No matter who she encounters, Hun Ruoruo can take the opportunity to observe their actions and then add to her own illusion.

To her surprise, even though she had deliberately chosen to travel through areas teeming with illusions, she still couldn't see any illusions appear before her.

"This illusionary level... is it not going to be impossible?"

Hun Ruoruo muttered softly, and the pebble that was originally located on the side of the road was kicked far away by her little feet.

"Clap!"

The pebbles fell with a thud, and before Hun Ruoruo could continue forward, the mist that had permeated the entire forest suddenly contracted dramatically.

The dark gray mist solidified, dispersing the dust and smoke that had enveloped the surrounding area for miles, and the entire distorted barrier seemed to tremble at that moment. Ripples spread out from the space, and the originally solid gray mist now unfolded like a pilgrimage, transforming into a grand avenue.

The next moment, the figure, dressed in a gray-white robe, seemed to have crossed time and space, arriving from another realm.

"you you"

Hun Ruoruo stared dumbfounded at the handsome scholar before her, her mouth agape as if she could fit an apple in it:
"Father?!"

That scholar was exceptionally handsome, with eyes as bright as the starry sea. Who else could he be but the Soul Emperor?
"Ok?"

Seemingly noticing Hun Ruoruo's gaze, the man slowly turned his head, then suddenly chuckled and shook his head:

"Heh, it's just an illusion. Your father is not that weak."

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The warm, mellow voice rang out, causing Hun Ruoruo's heart to tighten involuntarily, and she couldn't help but rub her eyes hard.

She decided to retract her previous statement.

No wonder the illusionary figure couldn't be summoned for so long; it turns out that the Pill Tower illusion was trying to replicate my father's image. They're incredibly dedicated!
"Are you really a fake?"

Hun Ruoruo asked cautiously, her voice unusually uncertain.

Whether in appearance, speech, or temperament, the person in front of me was exactly the same as that nightmarish man. Apart from their cultivation level, there was truly no difference between them.

In this way, even if she could see through the other party's strength at a glance, she still dared not make any rash conclusions.

"A falsehood is not necessarily untrue."

The scholar's smile was gentle, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
“If this body is a fake and can make Ruoruo let go of her resentment towards her father, then the real body can also be a fake body.”

Hearing the other person's obscure and difficult-to-understand words, Hun Ruoruo suddenly took a deep breath and closed her eyes:

"Forget it, you can just keep pretending."

"It doesn't matter."

The Soul Emperor smiled and nodded, then turned his gaze to this space and said gently:

"It's been a long time since I've seen the interior of this Pill Tower."

"Have you been here before?" Hun Ruoruo stood beside him.

“In the past, when the five of us gathered, our most frequent destination was ‘Another World’ within this Pill Tower.”

A flash of memory crossed the Soul Emperor's eyes. With a wave of his hand, the originally dark bushes and forests instantly transformed into lush green mountains and clear waters, causing countless contestants to feel a chill run down their spines, almost thinking they had been tricked.

"Although this space is rather rough, it contains a trace of its origin, so it is not surprising that it can manifest the image of the father."

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Seeing this extraordinary skill that could turn decay into magic, Hun Ruoruo's delicate body tensed up, and she could only force a smile.

After all, he's just a fake father, so we should still give him some face. Luckily, we didn't act rashly earlier.

Seemingly sensing Hun Ruoruo's intention, the scholar rested his chin on his hand and said with a half-smile:
"Don't worry, this fake body was created based on this space, so it's impossible for it to have the strength to transcend this space. That previous move already exhausted all of the fake body's energy."

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Hun Ruoruo asked, shifting her gaze.

The scholar chuckled softly, then slowly shook his head, his gaze distant.
"You've schemed against the Pill Tower, the Medicine Clan, the Ancient Clan, and even made my Soul Clan a pawn in your game. I'm eager to see just how far you can go in this Pill Gathering."

At this point, the Soul Emperor's gaze turned slightly cold, and he said calmly:

"Do it!"

(End of this chapter)