Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

The news of Lin Fan's capture of Cangmangzhou quickly spread throughout Yan State. The fact that a master as powerful as the Blood Cloud Ancestor was killed made the monks of Yan State fall into shock and panic. Lin Fan's name gradually became a symbol, an unshakable threat. After a short rest, Lin Fan and his team finally arrived at the next challenge place - Phantom Pass.

The Phantom Pass is completely different from other passes. This pass seems to be another world. Thick fog covered the surroundings, like a heavy curtain, blocking their sight. Even spiritual consciousness could hardly penetrate the thick fog. Zhong Linger stroked her forehead and frowned, saying, "The fluctuation of spiritual power here is not right. It is very strange. Everyone should be careful and don't believe what you see."

This pass seemed to have life, and the terrain was ever-changing. The path of stone formations and vines was like a maze, full of unknown dangers. When Lin Fan and his party stepped into this place, they felt that the ground under their feet was constantly changing, and new obstacles and mists kept appearing. They took every step very carefully, fearing that they would fall into a trap and be trapped in this phantom pass if they were not careful.

Zhong Ling'er walked in the middle of the team, her brows furrowed and her expression serious. She gently closed her eyes and tried to sense the fluctuations of spiritual power around her. The spiritual power in this area was extremely strange, completely different from the spiritual power fluctuations she had felt in the previous environment. It contained an inexplicable power that did not seem to belong to nature, but came from some deeper power - a twisted and weird aura. After Zhong Ling'er sensed this spiritual power, she showed some worry in her eyes. She immediately came to Lin Fan and whispered, "There must be a powerful illusion hidden here. Be careful and don't easily believe what you see."

Lin Fan looked ahead calmly and nodded: "It seems that we have entered Huanmiezi's territory. His illusion is indeed not simple."

As they moved forward, the fog seemed to be deliberately guiding them or trapping them. The scene in front of them kept changing - sometimes it was a maze-like stone wall, and sometimes it turned into a dense forest. The trees blocked out the sun, and the vines were intertwined everywhere, leaving no direction at all. Occasionally, some vague human figures could be seen flashing in the fog, as if silently mocking their predicament.

"This kind of place is really difficult to deal with." Jin Buk muttered in a low voice, holding the long sword tightly in his hand, looking around sharply, his nerves tense, ready to face any possible enemies at any time. He repeatedly warned himself not to be confused by the fog, but these ever-changing illusions still made him feel deeply uneasy.

Jiang Shuiling walked cautiously at the back of the team, her eyes showing caution, fearing that she would step into a trap if she was not careful. Every step in this pass was filled with danger. She knew that Huanmiezi's methods were strange and she must not take it lightly. At this moment, she seemed to hear a whisper, as if it came from the depths of the fog. The whisper was as gentle as a spring breeze, but it carried an invisible temptation, as if calling her name.

"Jiang Shuiling..." The voice was vague and uncertain, sometimes far away and sometimes near, as if telling her some secret.

Jiang Shuiling's heart trembled, and she immediately quickened her pace, following closely behind Lin Fan. She knew that the voice could not be kind, and her heart reminded her that she must be careful. She took a deep breath, forced herself to ignore the whisper, and focused on the other people in the team to calm her mind.

Lin Fan noticed that Jiang Shuiling was acting strange, so he turned around and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Junior Sister Jiang? Did you hear anything?"

Jiang Shuiling nodded and replied in a low voice: "There is a very strange voice, as if calling my name. It is very unreal... but it seems so real."

"Illusions are indeed Huanmiezi's specialty." Lin Fan frowned, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Don't pay attention to those voices, they are his means of disturbing the mind."

He waved his hand, and the light of the Chaos Tower emanated from his palm, penetrating the thick fog around him and temporarily dispelling some illusions. The surrounding environment suddenly became clearer, and the maze-like stone wall also revealed part of its true appearance.

"It's wishful thinking for Huanmiezi to use these little tricks to trap us." Lin Fan snorted coldly. He circulated the spiritual power in his body, and his aura suddenly rose. A strong spiritual pressure spread out, as if he wanted to use his own power to break the illusions around him in one fell swoop.

However, just as Lin Fan expanded his power to the maximum, suddenly, the surrounding scene began to change drastically again. The stone wall twisted like water waves. In an instant, the entire environment turned into a desolate desert. The sky above became extremely gray, as if the sun's light was blocked, giving people a feeling of depression.

"What?!" Zhong Ling'er was shocked. "The illusion can even distort spiritual pressure. What kind of magic is this?"

Lin Fan was also stunned for a moment. He did not expect that Huan Mie Zi's illusion could ignore his power so easily. He took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in his heart: "It seems that the illusion here is different from the usual ones. We must find its core to break it."

"Humph, I don't believe we will be trapped by a mere illusion!" Jin Buke shouted angrily, unsheathing the long sword in his hand, and the sword energy soared into the sky. He swung the sword and headed straight for the distorted desert scene in front of him. However, where the sword energy fell, it seemed to hit nothingness, and all the scenes just rippled, leaving no trace at all.

Jiang Shuiling watched all this, and her uneasiness grew. She knew that the Phantom Pass was not just an illusion set up by Huanmiezi, it was as if the entire world was against them. The spiritual power fluctuations sensed by her spiritual consciousness were becoming more and more chaotic, as if countless eyes were watching them in the darkness, this feeling was creepy.

"We need to change our strategy." Zhong Ling'er thought for a moment and said decisively, "If we continue to move forward without direction, we will only fall into a deeper illusion."

After listening to this, Lin Fan nodded and said, "Ling'er, feel the fluctuations of spiritual energy around you and see if there are any flaws. Illusions are illusions after all. As long as they are set up by humans, there will definitely be weaknesses."

Zhong Linger closed her eyes, gathered her spiritual power in her heart, and carefully sensed the flow of spiritual energy around her. After a while, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes: "I think I found it... There is a very weak spiritual power on the left side in front, like..."

Before he finished speaking, a deep laugh suddenly came from the left. The voice was so cold that it seemed to pierce directly into people's minds. Then, a vague figure appeared in the fog. The figure looked extremely strange and his face could not be distinguished, but he could clearly feel the strong hostility it exuded.

"As expected." Lin Fan's expression turned cold. He flipped his palm and the Qiankun Axe appeared in his hand. The huge axe blade was shining with spiritual light, full of deterrence. "Huanmiezi, since you dare to show up, don't even think about hiding again."

The figure did not respond directly, but snorted as if mocking, and then disappeared into the mist in an instant. Then, the surrounding fog began to surge violently, and the fog from all directions surged like a tide, as if to swallow them up completely.

"Everyone be careful!" Lin Fan shouted, and the light of the Chaos Tower lit up again, forming a protective shield around everyone to resist the incoming fog.

However, the mist was not just ordinary thick fog, it was mixed with extremely strong illusion power. The mist kept piercing the protective shield like a sharp sword, and cracks soon appeared on the protective shield. Zhong Ling'er turned pale and hurried to help, injecting spiritual power into the protective shield, and barely stabilized the situation.