Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Lin Fan and his team had been isolated by the thick fog without knowing when. The surroundings became extremely quiet, as if they were the only ones left in the world.

Jin Buk's vision blurred, and the surrounding scene kept changing, sometimes calm, sometimes violent. He felt as if he had returned to many years ago, when he had not yet embarked on the path of cultivation. At that time, he was just an ordinary boy, holding a rusty iron sword in his hand, but had to face an enemy that was several times stronger than him.

The enemies' laughter seemed to echo in his ears. Their faces were blurred, but they made him feel extremely oppressive. Jin Buk clenched the sword in his hand, and his eyes burned with unyielding fire. He remembered how he had gritted his teeth and fought tenaciously. Although his strength was insignificant at that time, his will never gave in.

However, at this time, the enemy's strength seemed even more terrifying. No matter how he swung his sword, the enemies were like phantoms and could not be hit. No matter how fast his sword was, it seemed that it could not touch the opponent's body. On the contrary, in the continuous attack, he felt that his strength was fading away bit by bit, and the feeling of powerlessness in his heart became stronger and stronger, as if it was pushing him into the abyss step by step.

"Why... why is it still not working?" Jin Buk gritted his teeth, his heart filled with anxiety and unwillingness, "Why can't my sword... even cut through the phantom?"

On the other side, Zhong Ling'er was trapped in the moment she least wanted to recall - her childhood. In the thick fog, the illusion turned into her childhood home, surrounded by dilapidated scenes, gloomy sky, and desolate everywhere. Zhong Ling'er saw her own young figure, a lonely little girl sitting in the yard, looking at the sky in the distance, her eyes full of confusion and helplessness.

"Father, mother..." Zhong Ling'er saw their figures, they were standing in the distance, reaching out to her, as if to hold her in their arms. She ran forward with all her might, trying to grab their hands, but no matter how she ran, the two figures were always so close yet so far away that she could never touch them.

"Don't go! Please don't go!" Zhong Ling'er's eyes welled up with tears, and the pain buried deep in her heart once again surged into her mind. She had always thought that she was strong enough, but in this illusion, the feeling of loneliness overwhelmed her again.

Huanmiezi watched coldly in the dark, standing in front of the Illusion Mirror with a sneer on his face. He knew that these monks looked extremely powerful on the surface, but everyone had their own weaknesses, especially those who thought they were fearless. Once their fear was awakened, it would be more deadly than any power.

"Your so-called strength is nothing but an illusion to cover up your inner fragility." Huanmiezi murmured, his fingers gently swiping across the surface of the Illusionary Mirror, and the scene in the mirror moved with it, showing every monk trapped in the illusion. He sneered as he watched all this, as if he had foreseen the end of these people completely collapsing in their own inner demons.

However, just as Huanmiezi was enjoying himself, the image of Lin Fan in the Illusion Mirror changed.

Lin Fan stood in the ruins, surrounded by a scene of destruction. He saw his hometown being wantonly destroyed by the enemy, the once prosperous town had turned into ruins, the people he desperately protected fell in front of him one by one, their blood dyed the land red, and the feeling of powerlessness almost suffocated him.

"Am I actually... so powerless?" Lin Fan murmured in a low voice, the Qiankun Axe in his hand hanging down powerlessly, his heart seemed to be pressed down by a heavy pain, unable to break free. These scenes repeated over and over in his mind, and every person who fell turned into an invisible shackle, deeply binding his soul.

At this moment, suddenly, a firm voice came to Lin Fan's ears: "Lin Fan, don't give up!"

That voice was like a flash of lightning, piercing through the darkness of the illusion. Lin Fan suddenly woke up, and he turned around and saw Jiang Shuiling standing not far away, looking at him anxiously. Although Jiang Shuiling's figure was blurry, her voice was like a beam of light, striking Lin Fan's heart.

"This is just an illusion! It's fake!" Lin Fan's heart was shocked. He realized that all this was just an illusion set up by Huanmiezi, and it was his inner fear that was causing trouble. He took a deep breath, and the strength in his heart gathered again. The powerlessness and fear that weighed on his heart instantly turned into endless anger.

"It's just an illusion, don't think of shaking my resolve!" Lin Fan roared, his eyes regained clarity, he raised the Qiankun Axe high, the spiritual power in his body circulated wildly, the power of the Chaos Tower also moved with it, and the spiritual light on the axe blade surged.

"Break it for me!" Lin Fan swung the Qiankun Axe violently, and an extremely sharp axe energy shot out from the axe blade, tearing apart the surrounding illusions. Countless nightmares in the illusion were chopped into pieces by the axe energy and dissipated with the wind.

Huanmiezi's face changed. He didn't expect that Lin Fan could break free from the illusion so quickly. His hand trembled slightly, and the scenes of the other people in the illusion mirror also became turbulent.

Lin Fan got rid of the shackles of the illusion, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Huanmiezi, you are a coward who can't stand the light. Are you only able to hide in the dark and do evil things?"

His voice was like a huge bell, echoing throughout the entire Phantom Pass. The powerful aura seemed to directly shake the entire illusion. The thick fog around him also began to surge violently, as if resisting Lin Fan's power.

At the same time, Jiang Shuiling's voice also echoed in the ears of Zhong Ling'er and Jin Buke, as if penetrating the fear in their hearts. When Zhong Ling'er saw the blurred figures of her parents, tears welled up in her eyes again, but she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down: "This is just an illusion... My parents have passed away long ago, this is fake!"

She tightly grasped the magic weapon in her hand, and spiritual power quickly circulated in her body. A ray of spiritual light emanated from the palm of her hand, and the illusions around her were immediately dispelled. The fantasy of childhood also gradually collapsed under the illumination of the spiritual light.

Jin Buke was also shocked when he heard Lin Fan's voice. His sword stopped in mid-air, and the enemies' laughter still echoed in his ears, but he knew that these enemies no longer existed. These were just illusions in his mind, and he must not be defeated by these empty things!

"My sword will never succumb to fear!" Jin Buke roared, his spiritual power suddenly burst out, sword energy overflowed from the long sword, he slashed with the sword, the sword light was like lightning in the sky, instantly splitting the surrounding illusions into pieces.

When Huanmiezi saw this scene, his face became even gloomier. He knew he could no longer sit idly by. He gritted his teeth and looked at the scene in the phantom mirror. He waved his finger suddenly, and the light in the mirror suddenly became brighter. Countless phantoms once again rushed towards Lin Fan and others frantically, trying to drag them into the illusion again.

Lin Fan was prepared. He let out a long roar, and the light of the Chaos Tower quickly expanded in his palm, turning into a huge barrier that enveloped all his teammates. Wherever the light passed, all illusions disappeared in an instant, as if they had never existed.

“Huanmiezi, today is your end!” Lin Fan’s eyes were filled with murderous intent. He looked at the bronze mirror in the distance with a glare like lightning. “You are an evil cultivator who relies on illusions to do evil. I will make sure you have no place to hide!”

He raised the Qiankun Axe high, and the power of the Chaos Tower gathered on the axe blade. As he chopped it down, a shocking axe energy went straight to the phantom mirror. Huanmiezi felt his eyes light up, and a huge pressure came over him. His face turned pale in an instant, and he hurriedly wanted to cast a spell to block it.

However, it was too late. The axe energy was like a gust of wind, instantly striking the phantom mirror. The mirror surface shattered into countless pieces under the strong impact, and as the mirror shattered, the illusion also collapsed.