Chapter 70: Mirror of Illusion

Su Yao stood in the valley, with the surrounding scenery distorted and blurred before her eyes, as if the whole world had been destroyed in a great fire. She knew she was still trapped in the illusion, but she was powerless to care about it anymore. Li Xuan's disappearance left her heartbroken, as if her heart had been torn apart by someone.

Why... "Su Yao murmured to herself, her voice trembling slightly as tears rolled down her cheeks.

She looked down at her hands and noticed that they were gradually becoming transparent, just like Li Xuan. Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice was almost suffocating from her throat.

No... this is impossible

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly sounded with a hint of a cold laugh.

Because... you have never left the illusion

Su Yao suddenly looked up and saw the old man in white standing not far away, with a cold smile in his eyes.

The illusion... continues, "he spoke slowly, with a hint of mockery in his voice," and you... are still deeply immersed in it

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and a scene flashed through her mind - she stood in the valley, holding a long sword tightly in her hand, with a bloody scene in front of her.

No... this is impossible! "Su Yao's voice trembled slightly, and her long sword in her hand also trembled uncontrollably.

Maybe, "the old man in white sneered," you just never learned to face the truth

Su Yao's tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks. The long sword in her hand couldn't help but fall to the ground, making a crisp sound.

I... I'm really scared, "Su Yao's voice choked up, almost falling to her knees.

What are you afraid of? "The white robed old man's voice was low and calm.

Afraid of losing... afraid of losing again, "Su Yao's voice was tinged with a hint of tears.

The old man in white sneered and slowly raised his hand, pointing in a direction.

Then go face it, "his voice carried a hint of mockery.

Su Yao followed his gesture and looked at the scene before her, which made her take a deep breath - it was a huge copper mirror with a clear surface, as if leading to another world.

What is this? "Su Yao's voice trembled slightly.

This is the core of the illusion, "the old man in the white robe spoke slowly." Here lies the truth that you fear the most

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice was almost suffocating from her throat.

I... I dare not look

Then you'll never leave the illusion, "the white robed old man sneered.

Su Yao's body trembled suddenly, her voice carrying a hint of firmness.

I... I can watch

The old man in the white robe nodded slowly, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

Then go ahead

Su Yao took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the bronze mirror. Her footsteps were firm and heavy, as if every step was struggling with her own heart.

Su Yao finally arrived at the bronze mirror. The scene in the mirror made her take a deep breath - it was a wasteland, covered in corpses and broken buildings, as if the whole world had been destroyed in a great fire.

Where is this? "Su Yao's voice trembled slightly.

This is your illusion, "the white robed old man spoke slowly," this is the hell you created with your soul

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice was almost suffocating from her throat.

No... this is not something I created

No? "The old man in white sneered," Then why is it so real

Su Yao's tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks. The long sword in her hand trembled uncontrollably, as if she had no strength to lift it up.

I admit... I admit I'm scared

What are you afraid of

Afraid of losing! Afraid of losing again

The old man in white sneered and slowly raised his hand, gently stroking Su Yao's cheek.

You have never lost anything, "his voice carried a hint of sadness," you just never learned to cherish

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice trembled slightly.

What do you mean

Your illusion is the deepest fear in your heart, "the white robed old man spoke slowly," and the truth is the deepest longing in your heart

Suddenly, a scene flashed through Su Yao's mind - she was standing in the valley, holding a long sword tightly in her hand, with a bloody scene in front of her.

Li Xuan... "Su Yao's voice trembled slightly.

Li Xuan? "The old man in the white robe sneered," He never existed outside the illusion

Su Yao's tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks. The long sword in her hand trembled uncontrollably, as if she had no strength to lift it up.

No... this is impossible

Maybe, "the old man in the white robe sneered," and you... are still deeply immersed in it

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her mind suddenly regained some clarity. She knew that what the old man in the white robe said was right, and the truth of the illusion was slowly unfolding in front of her.

Why... why design this illusion

In order for you to face the truth, "the old man in the white robe spoke slowly," you must learn to face your own heart

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice carried a hint of firmness.

I... I can do it

Then go ahead, "the white robed old man slowly raised his hand and pointed towards the depths of the bronze mirror.

Su Yao took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the depths of the bronze mirror. Her footsteps were firm and heavy, as if every step was struggling with her own heart.

Su Yao finally reached the deepest part of the bronze mirror. The air here is unusually cold, as if a strong chill is coming from all directions. She looked up and saw the top of the bronze mirror hidden in the darkness, as if it had no end.

This is the core of the illusion, "a voice suddenly sounded.

Su Yao suddenly turned around and saw the white robed old man standing not far away, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

Why did you let me come here? "Su Yao's voice trembled slightly.

Because here lies the truth you fear the most, "the old man spoke slowly, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice carried a hint of crying.

What am I afraid of

Afraid of losing, "the old man's voice was low and calm," afraid of losing again

Su Yao's tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks. The long sword in her hand trembled uncontrollably, as if she had no strength to lift it up.

I... I'm really scared, "Su Yao's voice choked up.

What are you afraid of

Afraid... afraid of losing Li Xuan

Li Xuan? "The old man's voice suddenly became intense," He never existed

Su Yao's body trembled suddenly, and her voice was almost suffocating from her throat.

No... this is impossible

Maybe, "the old man sneered," he's just your illusion

Su Yao's tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks. The long sword in her hand couldn't help but fall to the ground, making a crisp sound.

I... I really killed him

Yes, "the old man spoke slowly," and you, Su Yao, must pay the price for it

Su Yao's body trembled suddenly, and her voice was almost suffocating from her throat.

I... what should I do

Facing the truth, "the old man spoke slowly," only in this way can you truly step out of the illusion

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice carried a hint of firmness.

I... I can do it

Then go ahead, "the old man slowly raised his hand and pointed towards the depths of the bronze mirror.

Su Yao took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the depths of the bronze mirror. Her footsteps were firm and heavy, as if every step was struggling with her own heart.

Su Yao finally reached the deepest part of the bronze mirror. The air here is unusually cold, as if a strong chill is coming from all directions. She looked up and saw the top of the bronze mirror hidden in the darkness, as if it had no end.

This is the core of the illusion, "a voice suddenly sounded.

Su Yao suddenly turned around and saw the white robed old man standing not far away, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

Why did you let me come here? "Su Yao's voice trembled slightly.

Because here lies the truth you fear the most, "the old man spoke slowly, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice carried a hint of crying.

What am I afraid of

Afraid of losing, "the old man's voice was low and calm," afraid of losing again

Su Yao's tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks. The long sword in her hand trembled uncontrollably, as if she had no strength to lift it up.

I... I'm really scared, "Su Yao's voice choked up.

What are you afraid of

Afraid... afraid of losing Li Xuan

Li Xuan? "The old man's voice suddenly became intense," He never existed

Su Yao's body trembled suddenly, and her voice was almost suffocating from her throat.

No... this is impossible

Maybe, "the old man sneered," he's just your illusion

Su Yao's tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks. The long sword in her hand couldn't help but fall to the ground, making a crisp sound.

I... I really killed him

Yes, "the old man spoke slowly," and you, Su Yao, must pay the price for it

Su Yao's body trembled suddenly, and her voice was almost suffocating from her throat.

I... what should I do

Facing the truth, "the old man spoke slowly," only in this way can you truly step out of the illusion

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice carried a hint of firmness.

I... I can do it

Then go ahead, "the old man slowly raised his hand and pointed towards the depths of the bronze mirror.

Su Yao took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the depths of the bronze mirror. Her footsteps were firm and heavy, as if every step was struggling with her own heart.

Su Yao finally reached the deepest part of the bronze mirror. The air here is unusually cold, as if a strong chill is coming from all directions. She looked up and saw the top of the bronze mirror hidden in the darkness, as if it had no end.

This is the core of the illusion, "a voice suddenly sounded.

Su Yao suddenly turned around and saw the white robed old man standing not far away, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

Why did you let me come here? "Su Yao's voice trembled slightly.

Because here lies the truth you fear the most, "the old man spoke slowly, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice carried a hint of crying.

What am I afraid of

Afraid of losing, "the old man's voice was low and calm," afraid of losing again

Su Yao's tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks. The long sword in her hand trembled uncontrollably, as if she had no strength to lift it up.

I... I'm really scared, "Su Yao's voice choked up.

What are you afraid of

Afraid... afraid of losing Li Xuan

Li Xuan? "The old man's voice suddenly became intense," He never existed

Su Yao's body trembled suddenly, and her voice was almost suffocating from her throat.

No... this is impossible

Maybe, "the old man sneered," he's just your illusion

Su Yao's tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks. The long sword in her hand couldn't help but fall to the ground, making a crisp sound.

I... I really killed him

Yes, "the old man spoke slowly," and you, Su Yao, must pay the price for it

Su Yao's body trembled suddenly, and her voice was almost suffocating from her throat.

I... what should I do

Facing the truth, "the old man spoke slowly," only in this way can you truly step out of the illusion

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice carried a hint of firmness.

I... I can do it

Then go ahead, "the old man slowly raised his hand and pointed towards the depths of the bronze mirror.

Su Yao took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the depths of the bronze mirror. Her footsteps were firm and heavy, as if every step was struggling with her own heart.

Su Yao finally reached the deepest part of the bronze mirror. The scene in the mirror made her take a deep breath - it was a wasteland, covered in corpses and broken buildings, as if the whole world had been destroyed in a great fire.

Where is this? "Su Yao's voice trembled slightly.

This is your illusion, "the white robed old man spoke slowly," this is the hell you created with your soul

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice was almost suffocating from her throat.

No... this is not something I created

No? "The old man in white sneered," Then why is it so real

Su Yao's tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks. The long sword in her hand trembled uncontrollably, as if she had no strength to lift it up.

I admit... I admit I'm scared

What are you afraid of

Afraid of losing! Afraid of losing again

The old man in white sneered and slowly raised his hand, gently stroking Su Yao's cheek.

You have never lost anything, "his voice carried a hint of sadness," you just never learned to cherish

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice trembled slightly.

What do you mean

Your illusion is the deepest fear in your heart, "the white robed old man spoke slowly," and the truth is the deepest longing in your heart

Suddenly, a scene flashed through Su Yao's mind - she was standing in the valley, holding a long sword tightly in her hand, with a bloody scene in front of her.

Li Xuan... "Su Yao's voice trembled slightly.

Li Xuan? "The old man in the white robe sneered," He never existed outside the illusion

Su Yao's tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks. The long sword in her hand trembled uncontrollably, as if she had no strength to lift it up.

No... this is impossible

Maybe, "the old man in the white robe sneered," and you... are still deeply immersed in it

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her mind suddenly regained some clarity. She knew that what the old man in the white robe said was right, and the truth of the illusion was slowly unfolding in front of her.

Why... why design this illusion

In order for you to face the truth, "the old man in the white robe spoke slowly," you must learn to face your own heart

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice carried a hint of firmness.

I... I can do it

Then go ahead, "the white robed old man slowly raised his hand and pointed towards the depths of the bronze mirror.

Su Yao took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the depths of the bronze mirror. Her footsteps were firm and heavy, as if every step was struggling with her own heart.

Su Yao finally reached the deepest part of the bronze mirror. The air here is unusually cold, as if a strong chill is coming from all directions. She looked up and saw the top of the bronze mirror hidden in the darkness, as if it had no end.

This is the core of the illusion, "a voice suddenly sounded.

Su Yao suddenly turned around and saw the white robed old man standing not far away, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

Why did you let me come here? "Su Yao's voice trembled slightly.

Because here lies the truth you fear the most, "the old man spoke slowly, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Su Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice carried a hint of crying.

What am I afraid of

Afraid of losing, "the old man's voice was low and calm," afraid of losing again

Su Yao's tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks. The long sword in her hand trembled uncontrollably, as if she had no strength to lift it up.

I... I'm really scared, "Su Yao's voice choked up.

What are you afraid of

Afraid... afraid of losing Li Xuan

Li Xuan? "The old man's voice suddenly became intense," He never existed

Su Yao's body trembled suddenly, and her voice was almost suffocating from her throat.

No... this is impossible

Maybe, "the old man sneered," he's just your illusion

Su Yao's tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks. The long sword in her hand couldn't help but fall to the ground, making a crisp sound.

I... I really killed him

Yes, "the old man spoke slowly," and you, Su Yao, must pay the price for it

Su Yao's body trembled suddenly, and her voice was almost suffocating from her throat.

I... what should I do

Facing the truth, "the old man spoke slowly," only in this way can you truly step out of the illusion