Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Lin Fan and his team walked further and further in the thick fog. Everything around them seemed to be constantly changing. The shadows of the trees swayed, the terrain was undulating, and every step was filled with a strange atmosphere. They seemed to be trapped in an endless illusion. Every stone, every leaf, and every gust of wind seemed to be conveying a warning - the road ahead would be a difficult maze.

The sword in Jin Buke's hand trembled slightly, and his expression was no longer as calm as before. He looked at the constantly changing scene in front of him, feeling that his perception was confused, and a trace of doubt gradually arose in his heart. Since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he has experienced countless life-and-death duels. What kind of crisis has he not experienced? But at this moment, he began to doubt whether the world in front of him was real or illusory - those constantly moving scenes seemed to constantly challenge his cognition, making him feel like he was in a dream.

"Are these things real or fake? If we can't even tell what is real and what is fake, how can we deal with the enemy?" Jin Buke couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

Jiang Shuiling was also confused. She followed Lin Fan closely, her eyes fixed on the front, but her heart seemed to be shrouded in an invisible mist. She could feel the disorder of the spiritual power fluctuations around her, and this disorder seemed to be some kind of intentional manipulation. The spiritual power kept changing its form and direction in her perception, and sometimes even disturbed her own spiritual consciousness, making it almost impossible for her to see the road ahead.

Zhong Ling'er was in the middle of the team, frowning, holding a few complicated spells in her hands, trying to use her spiritual sense to detect the source of the illusion. Her spiritual sense surged in all directions like a tide, but she could never touch anything substantial. These illusions were like the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror. Every time she thought she saw the edge of the illusion, those boundaries shattered and disappeared like water waves, changing into new scenes again. The power of the illusion mirror far exceeded her expectations. It seemed to be constantly dealing with her detection, making her every attempt in vain.

Lin Fan led the way, the axe in his hand glowing with spiritual light, ready to deal with any possible attack at any time. He looked around, his face becoming more and more solemn. This Phantom Pass was indeed worthy of its reputation. Just these illusions could easily disturb their minds. Huanmiezi's cultivation and magic were indeed powerful. But Lin Fan was not discouraged by this. He knew that there must be a flaw here. No matter how strong the illusion was, it was ultimately set up by humans. As long as he found the key point, it might be possible to crack it in one fell swoop.

"Everyone, concentrate and don't let illusions distract you." Lin Fan reminded his teammates in a deep voice, "Illusionary Son must be nearby. He doesn't dare to show up directly, so he can only rely on illusions to disturb us. As long as we find his real body, these illusions will disappear."

Jin Buke took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He knew that Lin Fan was right. Although these illusions were strong, as long as they could stay awake, there would always be a way to break them.

"This illusion is too powerful, we must find the flaw!" Zhong Ling'er said firmly. Although she felt the power of the Illusion Mirror, she still did not give up the effort to find the source of the illusion. She knew that Lin Fan's power was extremely strong, but in the illusion, power was not the only antidote.

While Zhong Ling'er continued to detect with her spiritual sense, Lin Fan suddenly felt that the surrounding environment seemed to become more oppressive. The thick fog around them seemed to have life and slowly approached them. Lin Fan made a prompt decision and activated the spiritual power in his body, injecting the power of the Chaos Tower into the surroundings, forming a shield to protect the entire team. They were temporarily safe, but even so, the power of illusion still enveloped them. Strange whispers continued to come from the thick fog, and the sound was like the sound of ghosts coming from hell, which made people shake their minds.

“Hahaha… You outsiders, you are really overestimating yourselves by trying to enter the Phantom Pass…” Suddenly, a low laugh came from the thick fog. The voice was extremely cold, as if it came from all directions, and as if it directly pierced into everyone’s minds.

Lin Fan's face darkened, and he shouted sternly: "Huanmiezi, do you think you can trap us with these illusions? Show up and fight if you have the guts!"

The laughter gradually faded away, as if silently mocking Lin Fan's arrogance. Then, the surrounding environment began to change dramatically again. The original thick fog became even thicker, as if even breathing became difficult. A huge crack suddenly appeared on the ground, as if it was going to swallow them whole. Jiang Shuiling screamed and hurriedly stepped back, but found that her feet seemed to be tightly grasped by something and she couldn't move a step.

"Junior Sister Jiang!" Zhong Ling'er exclaimed. She immediately stepped forward to hold Jiang Shuiling, trying to pull her back from the edge of the crack, but the force was so strong that Jiang Shuiling's body seemed to be bound by some invisible force and could not move.

Seeing this, Lin Fan frowned, and swung the Qiankun Axe in his hand, sending a strong axe energy straight to the crack. Wherever the axe energy went, the air seemed to be torn apart, and the thick fog was cut open. But just as the axe energy landed on the crack, the crack suddenly turned into countless fragments and disappeared in an instant.

"It's an illusion again!" Lin Fan gritted his teeth and whispered, "Damn Huanmiezi, he's so cunning!"

Jiang Shuiling's body relaxed and she staggered a few steps. Zhong Ling'er hurriedly supported her. Jiang Shuiling's face was pale. She looked at the changes around her with a trace of fear in her eyes: "We can't go on like this. These illusions are too real. We can't tell whether they are true or false."

"Huan Mie Zi's illusions are indeed powerful." Jin Buke couldn't help but sigh, "But no matter how powerful an illusion is, it must have its flaws. Junior Sister Zhong, can you sense where the power of these illusions comes from?"

Zhong Ling'er nodded and closed her eyes again. The spiritual power slowly circulated in her body. She focused all her spiritual awareness around her, trying to find the flaws in the illusion. As her spiritual awareness expanded, she gradually felt a weak but clear spiritual power fluctuation. Although the fluctuation was obscure, it did not seem like the nothingness in the illusion.

"There is a very weak spiritual power fluctuation three meters ahead." Zhong Ling'er suddenly opened her eyes and pointed forward, "That may be the weak point of the illusion. We can try to break through from there!"

Lin Fan's eyes flashed with a gleam of light: "Okay, everyone follow me closely and rush over together!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Fan had already taken the lead and stepped forward. His Qiankun Axe was shining with spiritual light, and spiritual power was continuously poured into it, forming an extremely sharp axe blade, which chopped straight in the direction Zhong Ling'er pointed. As the axe light flashed, the thick fog was torn into a long and narrow passage, and a faint light appeared at the end of the passage.

"Follow!" Lin Fan gave an order, and Jin Buke and Zhong Ling'er supported Jiang Shuiling and immediately followed.

The thick fog in the passage seemed to have life and kept trying to close, but Lin Fan used the power of the Chaos Tower to stabilize the shield and barely maintained the passage.