The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 560 - 400 Nightmare’s Vicious Dog

Chapter 560: Chapter 400 Nightmare’s Vicious Dog

When in doubt, running is the best strategy.

This is an essential quality for any qualified Cultivator; no matter how strong the opponent and regardless of whether it’s humiliating, the priority is to ensure one’s survival first. As long as one is alive, everything else can be restarted. How foolish would it be to lose one’s life over a fleeting advantage?

Cultivators of the Xuanxian World and the Martial Artists of the Four Seas and Eight Continents have completely different temperaments.

This may be the best interpretation of how the local environment shapes its inhabitants.

"What kind of creature is that Yang Wei? He could withstand my Purple Lightning Sword and Purple Cloud Divine Talisman without a scratch... It’s strange, too strange. His strength isn’t that great, and he doesn’t have any defensive treasures. By all logic, such a situation is simply impossible. Where there’s a deviation, there must be demons. I must escape from here first."

At this moment, Young Master Chang Feng’s mind is still replaying the scene, trying to make sense of it.

However, years of combat experience told him that when faced with inexplicable anomalies, escape is the right choice.

The prestige of being the Chief Disciple of the Purple Cloud Sect? Let it be lost; it doesn’t matter at all.

His Purple Light Escape is incredibly fast, resembling a streak of purple lightning swiftly passing through the sky, vanishing beyond the horizon in the blink of an eye. With his mana reserves, he had enough to activate Purple Light Escape and return to the Xuanxian Continent before running completely out. Also, with such an Escape Technique, even a Cultivator a tier above him couldn’t stop him.

"I should be safe now. That person’s strength isn’t that great; he can’t even fly. If I want to leave, no one can stop me," Young Master Chang Feng thought secretly.

But soon,

He noticed something amiss.

Based on the speed of Purple Light Escape, by this time he should have already left this world. So why does it seem like nothing around him has changed?

Suddenly waking up to the reality,

"Stop!"

Young Master Chang Feng shouted loudly, forcibly interrupting his mana, canceling the Purple Light Escape. However, he was immediately hit by the backlash of the Spell, felt a suffocation in his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood. His vigor diminished instantly.

But even so, he wanted to see what was happening nearby.

"This is not the Otherworld..." Young Master Chang Feng looked up at the sky.

He saw an overcast sky, devoid of light or stars, seemingly endless, as if he were in an unknown space.

"Have I mistakenly entered the space of some Formation? But how could that be? With my power, I could escape a hundred miles in an instant. Such a broken world couldn’t possibly have a Cultivator who could set up a Formation."

"Purple Lightning Sword!"

The expression on Young Master Chang Feng’s face changed slightly, and then he suddenly shouted, extending his sword finger to summon his high-grade treasure, Purple Lightning Sword, to forcibly break the Formation.

But soon,

He suddenly discovered that he could no longer sense the Purple Lightning Sword within his body, not just the sword but also the other magical treasures. It was as though he had been stripped of all possessions, bereft of everything external.

"This isn’t a Formation; it’s an illusion. I’ve been dragged into an illusion. When did I enter the illusion? Was it during the fight with that man earlier? No, everything felt normal then, and I could summon Purple Lightning Sword at will. Was it when we first arrived at this city with Tian Xuzi and the others? That shouldn’t be it, the enemy hadn’t appeared yet... The only possibility is during my escape using Purple Light Escape just now."

Young Master Chang Feng forced himself to stay calm, analyzing the situation.

Soon,

He realized the only slip he made was the moment he turned to run subconsciously after exerting all his power in an attack; his mind was agitated.

Just that moment, and he was pulled into an illusion?

What a joke.

How could such a young person possess such terrifying ability?

"No matter, it’s time to use the Primordial Spirit Power to forcibly break the illusion. The longer I drag on, the more dangerous the situation becomes for my real self." Young Master Chang Feng took a deep breath, then formed a Dharma Seal with his hands, trying to use Primordial Spirit Power to break the illusion and regain consciousness.

However, very quickly, his expression turned stiff.

He could not feel the Primordial Spirit Power either.

Does this mean he has become a mere mortal in the illusion?

"How can this be..."

Young Master Chang Feng’s heart trembled with a rising sense of insecurity and panic. Once again, he looked around carefully, observing everything in his vicinity.

He found himself on a small country road, surrounded by abandoned fields showing signs of cultivation, and near a small town... no, a village. The inhabitants of this Otherworld seemed to live rather prosperously, with the village built quite impressively, every household consisting of two to three floors.

But the village was deathly silent, with no lights shining, like a desolate ghost village.

"I must check it out; I have to find a way to break the illusion, or else I’ll be trapped and die here."

Young Master Chang Feng wasted no time in action, seeking an opportunity for survival within this illusion.

As he approached the desolate village, he suddenly discovered that Tian Xuzi and Beigong Fu were also lingering near the village entrance, hesitating about whether to risk entering. Clearly, they too ended up in the same predicament as himself, pulled into the illusion, unable to escape.