Chapter 119: The Illusion Array

After those people entered, Lin Yanghao quietly followed from behind.

As soon as he stepped into the cave, an ancient, long-sealed aura hit him face-on. The passage beyond the stone door was narrow.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Lin Yanghao still trailed closely behind them, not daring to slacken for a moment.

If he lost track of them, who would he turn to for justice?

Time flew by, and soon several hours had passed.

But strangely, Lin Yanghao had still not emerged from the passage.

He grew impatient. How was this possible? At his pace, he should have been out of the Thousand Saints Swamp long ago.

This was illogical. Moreover, the depth of the passage seemed far from over.

It appeared endless, stretching on indefinitely.

Something was amiss, Lin Yanghao thought with growing suspicion.

“Ling’er, what do you make of this place?” Lin Yanghao asked for help.

“If I’m right, you’ve probably wandered into a powerful illusion array,” Ling’er said after glancing around.

“An illusion array?” Lin Yanghao was startled. So all this time, he had been going in circles within an illusion.

“But this array is full of flaws — such a waste of fine materials,” Ling’er sighed regretfully, knowledge clearly gained from her master.

“If it’s so flawed, shouldn’t it be easy to break through?”

“You’re overestimating yourself. Though flawed, even with your strength, breaking the array is impossible. The others outside can’t do it either.”

“That can’t be.” Lin Yanghao was shocked. Even a flawed formation was this formidable—how terrifying must a perfect one be?

The one who laid this array must be very powerful.

The formation even reminded Lin Yanghao of a ghostly maze…

Meanwhile, outside, those who had been walking for so long were starting to feel something was wrong.

“Old Yu, this isn’t right. We’ve been walking for so long, but I feel like we’re going in circles.”

“Hmm, you’re right. There’s something strange here. Everyone be careful.” The burly man called Old Yu looked around with a frown.

This discovery darkened everyone’s expressions.

Though they sensed something was amiss, no one could pinpoint the cause.

It left them feeling helpless, like guarding a treasure mountain without the ability to seize it.

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“Ling’er, do you know any way to break this illusion?” Lin Yanghao asked.

“Of course. First, you must find the formation’s core and destroy it.”

“Where is the core?” Lin Yanghao wore a helpless expression. He knew destroying the core would break the array, but where on earth was it?

“How would I know? I’m not a prophet.”

Lin Yanghao now felt trapped, stuck in this damn illusion with no way out.

Was he doomed to be imprisoned here forever?

“Who’s there? Come out! Hiding like a coward won’t help,” a sudden harsh shout sent cold sweat down Lin Yanghao’s back.

Damn it, had he been discovered?

How could he run here? Even if he mastered the Ghost Step technique, there was nowhere to use it.

He was doomed! Absolutely doomed!

His face turned ashen with despair, certain today was his end.

“Jin Buhuan’s perception is truly remarkable to have found us. Not easy at all,” a seductive voice sounded, making Lin Yanghao’s mind reel.

He nearly lost himself in the enchantment.

“Wake up!” Ling’er shouted urgently, trying to snap Lin Yanghao out of the seductive spell.

Fortunately, Lin Yanghao’s mind was steady enough to resist, quickly roused by Ling’er’s call. Otherwise, he would have been lost to the enchantment.

Waking up, Lin Yanghao felt a wave of relief.

It seemed his mental state was still unstable.

Unknown to Lin Yanghao, the speaker was a female cultivator of the Yin-Yang Love Sect, a master of beguiling arts.

Few men could retain their sanity under such seductive techniques.

Lin Yanghao’s ability to awaken was already impressive.

If not for his cultivation of the Chaos Divine Art, he likely would have succumbed.

“Everyone, snap out of it! Don’t fall for the demoness’s charm!” Looking around, all others were still entranced except for the Daoist of Eternal Spring.

Lin Yanghao couldn’t help but admire him.

To maintain clarity under such spells, his mind must have reached a terrifying level.

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Lin Yanghao himself cultivated the Chaos Divine Art to elevate his mental state, yet still struggled here.

How had the Daoist of Eternal Spring attained such an extraordinary level?

Lin Yanghao felt envy stir within him.

By now, the others were slowly regaining their senses.

Suddenly, another group appeared, each with fierce countenances and hostile expressions.

They were clearly no friends.

Without a doubt, these were demonic cultivators.

Let them fight it out—the fiercer the better!

Lin Yanghao would simply watch from the sidelines.

Since ancient times, good and evil have never coexisted. Lin Yanghao didn’t believe they could reconcile now.

“Enchantress? Your charm is indeed powerful. If not for Daoist Changchun, we might have fallen for your tricks today. Sneaking attacks are unworthy of a true man,” Old Yu said, regaining composure as he faced the alluring demoness.

“Hahaha, I never claimed to be a true man. I’m just a delicate little woman. Besides, you all call me a demoness—why should I care about your so-called honor?” The succubus laughed like a silver bell, then coyly feigned shyness.

Old Yu was left speechless, with no rebuttal.

Delicate? You call this delicate? You’ve caused everyone but Daoist Changchun to lose their minds!

“You righteous folk, I think you actually like me but pretend to be all righteous and upright. You’re just hypocrites,” the succubus teased with a coquettish laugh.

“Hahaha, the succubus is right. Those who call themselves righteous are all hypocrites,” the demonic cultivators echoed in agreement.

Old Yu realized there was no reasoning with these demon cultivators.

Arguing with them was just inviting trouble.

“What do you mean by that? We found this place first!” Jin Buhuan said, but made no move.

In this situation, the enemy was clearly stronger, so they dared not act rashly.