The Villain Doesn’t Want To Get Entangled With the Beautiful Girl After Rebirth

86. The Masked Ones in the Dark Fantasy Realm

The disciples’ fantasy realms entered the dark phase. If the original fantasy was beautiful, it would disappear; if the original fantasy was unpleasant, it would become even worse.

Fairy Han quickly checked on her disciples and found that Su Kexin’s peach garden had fallen into a sea of fire, and Lin Nuo, who lived with her, was lying in front of her, a sharp knife in her hand.

She seemed unable to believe what was before her eyes. The well-kept peach garden was destroyed by the flames, and in her consciousness, she had killed Lin Nuo with her own hands.

The knife in her hand slipped, and she covered her face, crying.

The sudden darkness was indeed a huge blow to a pure young girl.

“It’s indeed cruel, to kill the one you love with your own hands, it’s a high test of one’s capacity to endure.”

Fairy Han sighed softly, only able to pray that Su Kexin could make it through, as she was already preparing to comfort her disciples.

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As cultivators of the Xuan Yun Sect, concerned for the people of the world, they would eventually face harsh realities. If they couldn’t even withstand the cruelty of the fantasy realm, how could they save the people of the world?

As for Liu Shuqin, the paths before her had multiplied, and there were deep, somber voices echoing in her ears, like demonic incantations, urging her to make a choice. She covered her ears, but the heavy voices still echoed incessantly.

If she didn’t make a choice, her legs would gradually sink into the ground, like a threat of death.

Fairy Han sighed again, only able to pray that her eldest disciple wouldn’t be disheartened by this.

As for her second disciple, Qin Shili, her state was rather optimistic. Previously, she had been facing the vast sea and blue sky, soaring freely, but suddenly everything in front of her turned into a pitch-black abyss, bottomless and dark, even accompanied by chilling ghostly wails.

Yet she did not become anxious, distressed, or lost; her expression remained unchanged as she continued to fly, seemingly searching for an exit, or perhaps confronting the darkness head-on.

Han Xianzi and Elder Yuan were very pleased. As expected of the strongest among their peers, her strength and composure in handling situations far surpassed that of Liu Shuqin and Su Kexin.

Meanwhile, Lin Nuo’s illusion remained pitch-black, and they were unable to discern anything.

“What’s going on? Why can’t we see into Lin Nuo’s dark illusion?” Han Xianzi asked, puzzled.

Master Zhao stroked his floating beard, expressing concern, “It’s possible that the illusion is too dark, obstructing our vision.”

At this moment, Master Cong volunteered, “Master, if we can’t observe the disciples’ illusions, we won’t understand their mindset and attitude when facing darkness. Moreover, if the illusion is too adverse and we don’t intervene in time, it could greatly harm the disciples. I can use a secret technique to delve into his illusion and find out.”

“That would be best, thank you for your efforts.”

Master Zhao consented, allowing Master Cong to enter Lin Nuo’s illusion.

Master Cong was one of the few revered teachers skilled in the secret technique of entering illusions. He had two purposes for entering Lin Nuo’s illusion this time: to understand the situation within and to secretly increase the difficulty, ensuring Lin Nuo wouldn’t overcome the darkness too easily. Ideally, he would even create a psychological shadow.

For disciples like them, the level of darkness in the illusion was minimal. If he intensified it, Lin Nuo might not overcome it, potentially leading to a mental breakdown.

Suppressing other sects’ disciples in secret wasn’t his first time.

He danced his fingertips, beginning the ritual, and soon his consciousness had entered Lin Nuo’s illusion.

It was pitch-black, so dark he couldn’t see his own hands.

First, he created a barrier, unknowingly severing the connection to the outside world, making it impossible for others to see the illusion, then he was free to act.

Now, it was time to find Lin Nuo.

He moved his fingers, and a ball of spiritual light emerged, gradually expanding in an attempt to dispel the darkness of the illusion.

However, the ritual didn’t have the effect he anticipated; the light from the spiritual light didn’t completely dispel the darkness.

Strange, what’s happening?

He felt puzzled, strengthened the ritual, and this time the spiritual light was more intense, allowing him to see his surroundings.

Beneath the gloomy sky lay endless cliffs and peaks, with countless skulls scattered on the ground, eerily silent.

This environment did match the conditions of a dark illusion, but it was unclear how this pitch-dark mountain range related to Lin Nuo, who had previously been slumped on a bench looking through an album.

He hadn’t seen Lin Nuo yet. Logically, given the size of the illusion, he should have encountered him by now.

A strong presence surged from behind him.

An assassin!

He swiftly moved aside, and in an instant, a loud boom erupted where he had just stood, opening a vast chasm that burned with purple flames.

“Who’s there?”

Master Cong immediately turned around and saw someone standing atop a stone peak.

The figure wore a skull mask, draped in a black battle robe, wielding a black dragon-patterned longsword.

Master Cong couldn’t see the person’s true face, but he was certain that the figure was looking down on him from above.

And just then, that fiery chasm seemed to have been cleaved by the dragon-etched longsword.

Such astonishing destructive power was something Master Cong had never encountered before.