The blood-red sky and sect ruins before him resembled a faded ink painting that rapidly grew transparent.
Finally, all illusions vanished.
He was back on that desolate black meteor.
In front of him stood the massive ring mountain.
In the center of the ring mountain, the giant crystal tree emitting soft white light still stood quietly.
Only now, the pleasant singing voice had disappeared.
In its place was a sharp, angry screech full of spiritual impact.
"Bastard!"
"How could you possibly break free from my 'Demon Heart Illusion Realm'!"
A twisted and sharp voice resounded directly in Luo Qingchen's mind.
Luo Qingchen's gaze was icy cold.
He almost fell into it just now.
The sect was destroyed, mentors and friends tragically died—that despair and helplessness was his deepest fear.
This entity was actually able to probe the most vulnerable part of his inner being and use it to construct an illusion realm.
The method truly was extremely sinister.
