Ji Rong raised his sword dully.

Chong Yan were never targeted with knives and swords because they could make people disappear instantly.

But this was her brother.

His comrade.

So Chong Yan coldly said, “Ji Rong, wake up.”

His divine sense swept out violently once again, and this time, he finally discovered that everyone was immersed in an inverted illusion.

Only the wind stopped.

And the wind moved.

Because this gentle breeze was integrated with the illusion, it had no trace of magic, making it difficult to detect its movements or even attack it.

That’s why the illusion demon dared to do all this.

However…

Chong Yan raised his icy gaze, and everything froze in an instant.

The snowstorm roared.

The ice fragments and snowflakes left traces in the wind.

Thus, the faint disturbance hidden in the wind was instantly impaled by a bone spike.

Chong Yan withdrew his fingertip.

Ji Rong’s sword hummed, regaining a hint of dominance, and he cursed loudly.

“Do you have a mental illness? Can’t you sense how difficult your cultivation is?”

“At such a young age, who would think you’re not talented, you idiot?”

Ji Rong was startled by the scolding.

However, the genius sword cultivator who had always been proud of his talent, after briefly losing his aptitude, unexpectedly achieved a breakthrough in his state of mind.

He was about to break through.

The sword spirit genius, he really wanted to beat him up.

Everyone found cracks to break free from the inverted illusion.

Chong Yan didn’t look at them.

He walked towards the thing he had impaled.

The illusionary enchantress demon finally experienced the same fate as her brother, the emotion demon. He truly understood how powerful that eerie pressure was, capable of instantly shattering their demonic cores.

“Where is she?”

Within the illusion of the demon, with overlapping figures, one’s perception became distorted. He could sense the general location of the bone pendant, but he couldn’t pinpoint which specific illusion she was in.

“Haha, hahaha.”

Being a demon of the heavenly race after all, a step ahead in the game, before Chong Yan could crush her in his hand, she quickly abandoned her impaled body and disappeared on the spot.

He had to go kill that woman immediately.

But it was too late.

Yao Yao’s illusion entered a more intense scene.

Her parents broke into the firewood shed, intending to drag her out and marry her off to the neighboring village’s old butcher.

“Why aren’t you going?”

“Are you even worthy of comparing yourself to the neighbor’s daughter? It’s your good fortune if you can get married.”

Yao Yao remained silent. She didn’t move from her spot.

Father cursed loudly.

Mother cried and pleaded.

Yao Yao didn’t believe what was happening before her eyes.

She looked down at her thin, colorless palm, as if she knew how to break free.

However, a thought forcefully imposed itself on her mind. She couldn’t bleed; her body was weak, and if she bled, she would die.

As Yao Yao dodged her father’s swinging fist, she suddenly narrowed her eyes.

She remembered being loved, but here, there was only mistreatment.

She remembered the power of her bloodline, but her brain was preventing her from using it.

Then she suddenly realized that everything here was inverted.

If that’s the case, she should do the opposite.

Yao Yao reached out her hand, gritted her teeth, and tried to bite her own fingertip, but she suddenly discovered a faint circle of teeth marks.

He had bitten it.

Her brain, filled with false memories, was suddenly opened by this shallow tooth mark.

It was from a puppy bite.

The illusion began to tremble, and the faces of “Mom” and “Dad” started to distort.

They were not her parents.

The fabricated memories collapsed everywhere, and Yao Yao fully regained her clarity. She began to get angry. How could those be her parents?

After the illusion, a pitch-black violent wind suddenly swept towards her with a tangible murderous intent.

Yao Yao pressed her lips together, and her palm suddenly emanated a shallow golden spiritual flow.

Humans can be healed.

Evil can be expelled.

The demonic shadows that had manifested around them screamed and fled in an instant.

And the black wind felt the overwhelming force of expulsion.

How could this be?

The illusionary enchantress demon naturally knew that the woman’s bloodline had the power to expel evil, but within the illusion he created, all power became void.

She was just an ordinary mortal, how could she wield such strong spiritual power within the barrier?

She wasn’t a god.

However, the spiritual flow in Yao Yao’s palm surged with her anger, and in an instant, it engulfed the fleeing black wind.

The enchantress demon screamed, “Ah, ah, ah!”

In the next moment, the illusion before Yao Yao was completely shattered.

A man rushed in, his silver-white hair blown by the wind, and the ends brushed against her fingertips.

Yao Yao looked up at him, and her anger finally subsided.

Chong Yan had found her.

No matter where she was, he would find her.

Chong Yan lowered his gaze and saw her covered in dirt and tattered clothes in the illusion. He clenched his lips and said, “I’m late.”

Yao Yao, covered in dust, shook her head. “No, Chong Yan.”

He arrived just in time.

Just in time for when she was starting to feel sad.

Yao Yao looked at the fading illusions around her, where everything became hazy between truth and falsehood. The false “Mom” and “Dad” turned into ashes, and the happy family of three outside disappeared without a trace.

She remembered that in this world, she no longer had parents.

Yao Yao had been in the game world for a long, long time, experiencing numerous dangerous levels, and now, right before returning to Chang Sword Sect, her home…

The longing of a child for their parents suddenly burst forth.

She suddenly understood that love is precious, and every moment of it should be cherished.

“Chong Yan,” Yao Yao squatted down, hugging her patched-up knees, “I don’t have Mom and Dad anymore. They won’t hug me or kiss me.”

Chong Yan silently squatted in front of her.

Even a child full of love has moments of longing for love. She pouted, “I miss them.”

Chong Yan knew that at this moment, she was weak and lonely within the illusion, and it was when she needed him the most.

But suddenly, Chong Yan understood that he would rather have her be a carefree little sun for her entire life, even if that light could shine on others a little bit.

“I know,” he said. “I know.”

Yao Yao raised her moist eyes.

Even though he was just a giant fierce beast whose heart she had painstakingly repaired.

He would hug her.

He would embrace her with his broad chest, lower his head, and kiss the tears at the corner of her eyes.

And then, they would go home together.