Thousand Illusions Glazed Painting, within the boundless and mysterious Illusion Realm, a misty and fantastical scene unfolds before the eyes.
Fog spreads like a light veil, sometimes condensing into strange shapes, occasionally dissipating without a trace.
Light flickers unpredictably in the fog, reflecting colorful halos, seemingly an entrance to another mysterious dimension.
And here and now, the remnant soul of the Heaven-dominating Demon Venerable is tightly shackled by bizarre chains of colorful clouds.
No matter how he struggles, he cannot escape.
Yet despite this, the Heaven-dominating Demon Venerable still looks arrogantly at the sky, laughing loudly:
"Hahaha... Human Race Emperor of Great Yu?"
"Do you truly think such punishment can destroy my Dao Heart?"
"I am from the Earth Demon Race, a mere illusion, what can it do to me?"
In the sky above, the figure formed by Zheng Yi's Divine Thought quietly floats in mid-air, eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
