Chapter Fifteen: Illusory Realm

  Soft and serene, a gentle breeze blows by, the fallen leaves touch the calm lake surface, creating ripples that spread out faintly.

  The sunset shines down, casting a glow on those figures of different colors, leaving a long shadow on the ground.

  Ye Mowan's eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, and a hint of anxiety also appeared on that face that had overturned the heavens. Beside her stood several Ye family elders as well as Ye Wen and his son.

  Ye Wen looked at the towering pavilion with a calm expression and then turned to the old man beside him, "Did he really go in?"

  The old man smiled wryly and nodded slowly, saying: "House Master, as a member of the Ye family, he has the qualifications to enter!"

  Ye Tian's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at the tightly closed pavilion, a hint of a mysterious smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He had always regarded Ye Chen as an arch-nemesis, and even though Ye Chen had not awakened to his bloodline for three years, he still did not trust him. He had been constantly striking at Ye Chen, and if this time Ye Chen came out and became a fool, it would be a permanent solution.

  The apathetic eyes around her made Ye Mowan sigh, and she immediately pulled at Ye Wen's sleeve, saying bitterly: "Father, if the attic had been opened at this moment, perhaps Ye Chen could have come out immediately and would not have experienced those bloody scenes. Then he would be fine!"

  "Second Miss, Ye Chen was being reckless, daring to barge into the Ancestral Hall. Even if he died, it wouldn't be anyone else's fault!"

  Ye Mowan's face turned cold, and she said sternly: "Fifth Elder, if Ye Chen hadn't made a bet with you, would he have risked entering the Ancestral Hall? If something happens to Ye Chen today, it will be because of you. Fifth Elder, can you really bully an ordinary disciple like this?"

  Ye Mowan's voice was loud and clear, with a hint of anger, only now did she suddenly realize that she actually worried about her half-brother Ye Chen.

  "Sister, how can you say such things about the Fifth Elder! Ye Chen's actions are only because of his arrogance! He overestimates himself!" Ye Tian's expression changed slightly. Ye Muyu speaking up for Ye Chen had already made him feel a hint of jealousy. When had his cold and icy sister ever spoken up for him?

  "Shut up, all of you!" Ye Wen suddenly bellowed, his stern gaze causing everyone to close their mouths and fall silent. With a wave of his large sleeve, a gust of wind swept out, splitting the green stones on the ground into fragments that scattered everywhere. He then turned around and slowly walked towards the outside of the Wu Tang Hall.

  As Ye Wen's figure gradually disappeared from everyone's sight, a faint and indifferent voice floated over: "His choice is not to be blamed on others, his becoming a madman was also his fate."

  ......

  Inside the ancestral hall, the sound of sword humming spread out, and then that humming sound slowly retreated, and the surrounding sword energy also dissipated.

  Ye Chen stared incredulously at the long sword floating in mid-air, shining brightly before instantly transforming into a fleeting shadow and disappearing.

  "Kid, the illusion you just experienced hasn't ended yet! The real illusion has only just begun, and this ancestral hall is a great place for it! Kid, I can no longer suppress the power of the illusion, and it's about to start again!" The voice of Huo Qilin, old but not venerable, slowly echoed in Ye Chen's mind. His eyebrows slightly furrowed, Ye Chen slowly looked around, and the originally somewhat dimly lit hall also began to change along with him.

  The attic disappeared, and in Ye Chen's eyes, a sea of flames replaced it. The flames spread across the sky and rolled in, engulfing everything around him. The scenery beside him vanished, leaving only an endless expanse of fire that seemed to stretch on forever. The crackling sounds were deafening, exploding right next to Ye Chen's ears.

  The scene in front of him changed again, the raging fire that was there just a moment ago disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by a vast expanse of green grass and blooming flowers. The entire field of vision was filled with a lush green color, as if the spring breeze had blown across Ye Chen's body, caressing his skin with a refreshing coolness that made him jump in surprise, even though it was just an illusion, it felt too real!

  "The sound of 'treading' was like thunder rumbling across the entire grassland world, and at the same time, a giant cow appeared on the grassland about 100 meters ahead."

  A hundred giant red-eyed cows, nostrils spewing white air, four hooves trampling the grassy ground rapidly charged towards Ye Chen, the original surface faintly trembling.

  A bloody smell wafted over, Ye Chen's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he tapped his ring and muttered: "Xiao Huo, this is also an illusion, isn't it a bit too realistic?"

  "Kid, I'm not sure if this is an illusion or not, but one thing's for sure, you'll be in a world of hurt if that giant bull charges at you!" Fire Qilin's voice was unusually devoid of its usual haughty tone, and instead carried a hint of shock, clearly also shaken by this so-called illusion.

  A bitter smile, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, facing the menacing giant bull group, Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged, muttering to himself: "Although I don't know if this is an illusion or not, as long as I can kill these giant bulls, it might be an opportunity to hone my sword skills!"

  Before the words had fallen, the iron sword at his waist was already in hand, and the fire attribute true energy surged out of his body like a tide, lightly stirring the sword tip. He nodded and said: "Little Fire, today let you see the results of my cultivation for the past half month, I wonder if the power of the Huang stage high-level sword technique is as terrifying as the legend says!"

  It's another burst of disdain from Huo Qilin, bellowing: "You little brat, show some dignity for once, don't embarrass me, and even Huang Jiagao wouldn't dare say that!"

  "Strike, and strike man!" The corner of his mouth slightly raised, Ye Chen's body shot out like an arrow off the string, rapidly rushing towards the giant bull group.

  In a matter of seconds, Ye Chen was only hundreds of meters away from the giant bull group. With a blink of an eye, he charged over, like a tsunami, and the endless waves of fierce bulls instantly engulfed his figure!

  "Hooooo~" The aroma of the giant bull's breath wafted over, and the first head of the giant bull at the forefront finally charged in front of Ye Chen. Ye Chen waited calmly for the best moment, a white light flashed by, and the iron sword stabbed out, "Hiss" A simple straight stab, bringing with it a lightning-fast and fierce thrust into the giant bull's neck.

  "Pffft!" The sharp sword tip pierced the blood vessel on the neck without any obstruction, and the blood sprayed out wildly from the wound. Ye Chen's body slightly turned back to avoid the splashing blood, his hand grasping the hilt spinning rapidly, tearing apart the surrounding meridians of the blood vessels. His feet touched the ground, and he quickly retreated backwards. The massive body of the giant cow crashed to the ground, staining the green grass with blood. The massive body blocked part of the giant cow, causing a series of crashes that shook the entire prairie.

  Swords drawn and blood splattered, the slaughter continued unabated on the prairie, with the pressure from the surrounding giant cow herd pushing Ye Chen to the brink of life and death.

  Ye Chen's figure transformed into a bloody shadow, sweeping towards the giant bull group, wherever he went, blood flowed like rivers, thunderous roars echoed non-stop, and killing intent overflowed on Ye Chen's face.

  However, Ye Chen was ultimately only a warrior of the first eight layers of Wu, and it wasn't until the bull's horn pierced through his chest that he realized this place was indeed an illusion.

  The horns disappeared without a trace, the chest was intact, but the heart-wrenching feeling lingered in Ye Chen's mind for a long time.

  This is a realm that constantly experiences death. At this moment, Ye Chen finally realized why the Ye family disciples who entered this place would go crazy and fall.

  In the terrible cycle of death, a person with an unsteady will may not be able to withstand the endless suffering and become mentally disordered even if they finally escape.

  Time slowly passed, and the voice of Huo Qilin also gradually disappeared. All that was left in Ye Chen's ears were the mournful cries of the giant cow and the crashing sounds of things falling to the ground. Gradually, Ye Chen himself didn't know how many times he had died.

  No matter how many times he died, he firmly believed that everything here was an illusion, forever keeping a clear mind and not falling into madness. Ye Chen's originally tough consciousness had also been tempered like steel, indestructible, and fighting had become an instinct of his body, able to kill a giant bull with just a flick of his wrist, his combat skills constantly being honed.