On this day, the sky of the Illusionary World seemed to be soaked in ink, covered with dense clouds, and rumbling with thunder, foreshadowing the impending disaster.
Lin Dong and Luo Xue, under the guise of siblings, had spent thirteen springs and autumns on this illusory land.
That day, the flood descended like a nightmare, instantly shattering their peaceful life.
"Sister Luo Xue, run quickly, run!" Lin Dong's voice pierced through the howling wind and the torrential rain, as he frantically waved his arms, trying to attract Luo Xue's attention.
In the Illusionary Realm, they couldn't wield the reality-shifting powers of the Heavenly Realm Martial Artists; at the moment, they were just two fragile and insignificant common people, helpless in the face of nature's rage.
Luo Xue was stunned by the sudden change, but Lin Dong's shout was like an invisible rope, pulling her back from her daze.
