Mingyin walked forward, leaving a trail of blood lingering on the flame.
The group of Sage artists all swam toward him.
One young man, two other young men, and a middle-aged man circled him from all sides.
Mingyin did not panic. He was very aware of what was going to happen next.
A battle of mad, lunatic killers.
The first to fight was a young man. He swam forward and lunged, throwing his fist with resolute force and cold intent.
But Mingyin blocked it with both elbows. Then he turned sideways, grabbed the young man by the chest, lifted him upward—
And slammed him down.
But Mingyin's ears twitched. He turned around as the middle-aged man tried to grab his throat. Mingyin shook his hand off and raised both feet, pushing himself away and sending the man stumbling back.
As he gripped the young man's neck and twisted it.
He twisted it three times until the young man stopped moving.
Mingyin released his grip and sent a kick, throwing the body toward another young man who was watching. He fell down while holding the dead body.
Mingyin was ruthless, ending the young man's life.
But if Mingyin hesitated, he would be killed brutally himself.
If I don't kill, then I will be killed. What is so bad about defending my own life?
Should I die for some stranger?
Mingyin turned around as he breathed out, catching air in his lungs.
Then he swam forward toward the old man.
The other group in the distance swam toward him.
Mingyin crushed the old man's ribs with his fist, then swiftly raised his elbow and smashed it toward the old man's nose. He yelled out as he staggered back. Then Mingyin grabbed his neck and—
Twist!
He ended the man instantly, twisting it while pressing his face into the sea of flame.
He stopped moving.
Mingyin grabbed his leg—
Then stopped.
He left the body.
Mingyin respected people when they died. He stopped being ruthless and controlled himself.
He looked forward.
Shut your mouth
Mingyin. You killed them brutally, and now you want to leave their bodies like that? What kind of hypocrite is that?
Mingyin didn't dare reject such thoughts.
But Mingyin was a very kind-hearted person.
Yet he was also hypocritical.
If I don't kill, I will be killed… ahh…
Mingyin looked forward.
I hate killing.
Yet I should not hesitate.
It is the cycle of a sinful life. If you don't kill in the cultivation world, you will be killed.
On Earth, if this were to happen, of course one should go to prison for their whole life.
But in this world, killing was a method of survival.
Mingyin swam forward and grabbed the leg of the dead man, then delivered a heavy kick, sending it flying toward the young man behind him, trying to catch him off guard. The man was hit by the corpse, rolled, and was tossed aside.
Mingyin swam forward and threw several punches, breaking his skull.
Mingyin clenched both fists together and ended the man's life.
He lay on the surface of the water.
Mingyin turned around.
He lunged forward, his arm striking out as he jumped and landed a heavy kick. One young man tried to deflect the attack, but Mingyin grabbed her head instead and shifted position. Another young man threw a punch, which struck the woman's face instantly.
Her teeth broke as blood gushed out. The woman screamed. The man yelled out in anger. Mingyin swam forward and struck toward his face. As the man fell back, Mingyin grabbed her neck—
Crack!
She died. Mingyin hurled her forward as the young man held her lifeless body.
He yelled out in full anger, but Mingyin could not see his face—it was too blurry.
Huh… this is weird.
Mingyin looked around, breathing heavily.
Is there any other way to escape this realm?
He thought to himself as he dodged the young man's fist.
He sent his own fist, colliding against the young man's face.
Bam!
The young man fell instantly, holding his face in pain. But Mingyin placed his leg above the sea of flame and brought it down.
The young man's face was pushed into the flames. He tried
He tried to rise, but Mingyin forced him back down.
The others saw that and yelled out in fear.
"No!"
One young man cried out.
"Leave him alone, you bastard! After you killed our friend, you will pay for this!"
A woman shouted as well, cursing at him.
Then Mingyin released his grip. He lifted the young man's head out of the sea of flame.
His face had turned blue. He was already dead.
The others swam toward him.
But Mingyin was breathing heavily.
What can I do next to survive this realm? How can I escape? And why is the sea of flame not burning me? Why do I still look like this?
And for what reason are these people attacking me?
Mingyin asked himself. He was very pissed off and didn't like being attacked for no reason.
He felt he had done nothing. He was truly innocent… but perhaps that would be revealed in the future—if he survived even greater calamities.
Mingyin swam forward.
…
Twisting agony and cries of pain could be heard. Mingyin raised his face, covered in blood.
Behind him lay corpses, their faces torn and bodies twisted.
Mingyin had killed all of them.
Then he saw something strange—a small fly.
Covered in blue light, it flew toward him.
As Mingyin swam forward, the fly circled him.
The light around it grew brighter.
"You have succeeded in completing and defeating the illusion. I can grant you passage to leave."
Mingyin showed a strange expression.
"May I ask, for what reason is this place covered by a sea of flame?"
The fly shook its head.
"I am only an artifact, created
by the Immortal Future Seer—
The second strongest being in the mortal world.
Mingyin froze.
Wait… if he did that, then this illusion could be preparation for my future… if I survive.
Mingyin looked forward as his body slowly dissolved into white sparks.
But suddenly he froze as he turn around
As he was held by two young man
One have a scar face while the othere have long blue white hair his face hidden by a yellow mask
What the heck
Mingyin shouted
…
Mingyin opened his eyes.
He was back in the Jade Palace Hall.
He saw Mr. White had just woken up as well.
Mingyin gave her a double glance as he stood up, cleaning his clothes, then straightened his posture.
The cranes beside him all flapped their wings, showing happy expressions.
Mingyin gave Mr. White Whale a suspicious glance.
How did you capture the pet of the Immortal Seer?
The spirit stood up, having already conquered her illusion.
"That has nothing to do with you," she said flatly.