The black-clad cultivator paused for a moment, casting a cold glance over Li Fan and the other two, before continuing, “Due to each cultivator's unique experiences and state of mind, the illusions they perceive will differ.”
“Most of them are grand scenes associated with the past and the Dao Preacher.”
“However, this only happens the first time.”
A hint of regret tinged the black-clad cultivator's voice. “After spending too long here and becoming accustomed to the aura of the Dao Preacher, wanting to see the illusions again becomes a distant wish.”
Han Yi and Ximen Yue were still caught in the shock brought by the illusion, merely nodding slightly in response.
Li Fan, however, remained vigilant, keeping his gaze fixed ahead.
While trying to mask his inner fear, he attempted to recall the familiar feeling that had unexpectedly washed over him.
The black-clad cultivator noticed their reactions but paid them no mind.