With a downward slash, the dancing girl instantly turned into black smoke.
Then, she lay on the ground, re-forming.
Looking at me pitifully:
"Little brother, can you really be so heartless?"
Before the word "can" could be uttered, I stomped on her head, and it exploded.
Women only slow down my sword draws.
Meanwhile, a blonde girl approached Old Mo.
Her scale was immense, and she was completely naked, enough to make one’s nose bleed.
"Handsome, want some?"
Though Old Mo was panting heavily, he still swung his axe:
"I don’t like foreign girls…"
Although we two had shattered two dancing girls.
More dancers were surrounding us, inching closer.
"Old Qin, I feel so damn uncomfortable. This illusion is killing me."
"Stay steady, keep killing until the illusion disappears!
Also, repeat after me.
The Great Dao has no form, giving birth to heaven and earth.
The Great Dao is without emotion, setting the sun and moon in motion.
The Great Dao has no name, nurturing all things.
There is clarity and turbidity, motion and stillness…"
I watched my surroundings vigilantly and began reciting the Flawless Heart-Calming Mantra that Qing Dai had taught me before the Black Demon Palace.
Hoping to clear my mind.
To allow myself to remain rational at all times.
Or, perhaps, to shatter this ghostly illusion of desire.
Old Mo followed my chanting, sound by sound.
Though it had a slight effect, it still couldn't break the illusion.
Moreover, no matter how we chanted the Heart-Calming Mantra.
Our bodies felt unbearably uncomfortable. This was no ordinary illusion.
The red mist pervading the dance floor.
Should be stimulating us, bringing us into a state of "ultimate desire."
Not a simple seduction by women, as straightforward as that.
We are not Buddhas, nor are we gods.
We have not reached the realm of a vacant mind, transcending the seven desires.
The red mist was constantly accelerating our mental confusion, aiming to make us lose our original reason.
If not for our cultivation, and our constant reminders to each other, chanting the Heart-Calming Mantra to barely stabilize our minds.
We might have lost ourselves amidst the calls of "little brother" and fallen into the ghost’s trap.
The surrounding dancers continued to approach.
Swaying their heads and posing, intensifying the flames of desire.
But each one that drew near was instantly slain by us.
But this was an illusion, the dancers were fake, and they couldn't be killed off.
When one died, another would quickly appear.
Each one was different, and their appearances varied.
All sorts of types, all sorts of styles…
This ghost truly knew how to play.
I don’t know what she did in her life to create such an illusion.
And the ghost was clearly draining our mental energy.
Just letting it wear us down.
Old Mo, due to being in the state of the God Summoning Art, had his vitality amplified.
Now, with this additional stimulation, he had started bleeding from the nose, unable to stop it.
It wasn’t intentional, but the ghost’s methods were too outrageous.
To be able to guide others and amplify their desires.
Using desire as a "weapon," this ghost was truly something.
Her methods were skillful.
We could only persist, and we had even considered breaking through in one direction, to see if we could escape.
But this illusion was peculiar, like a spiritual haunted realm.
No matter which direction we ran, we always found ourselves circling back to the center of the dance floor.
We didn't master many methods to break illusions.
We had to hold on until the ghost’s spiritual essence couldn't sustain the illusion, causing it to disappear automatically.
At this moment, we truly had no other way to break this illusion.
We could only endure, seeing who would break first…
"Old Qin, we must find a way out.
If we keep this up, the spell will soon disappear."
Old Mo spoke with difficulty, panting heavily.
Once Old Mo’s God Summoning Art vanished, our combat power would be halved.
Though I wasn’t bleeding from the nose, my face was flushed, and I understood the consequences.
What to do, what to do?
The Myriad Ghosts Net?
No, it’s not time yet.
The Myriad Ghosts Net had explicitly warned.
This item caused too much harm, and it should never be used unless in a life-or-death situation.
Furthermore, with these dancers around, we didn’t know who was real and who was fake, who was the ghost, and whom to cast it upon?
Just as I was contemplating how to break this illusion of desire.
The dancers in front of Old Mo and me suddenly exploded with two "bang" sounds, turning into black mist.
They vanished as if by magic.
Just as Old Mo and I were somewhat surprised.
We both felt a warmth on our faces, as if something had sprayed onto us.
We instinctively reached up to touch our faces.
Then we raised our hands to look.
And were somewhat astonished:
"Blood?"
Before Old Mo and I could figure out what was happening.
The surrounding illusion, as if fading, began to gradually disappear.
Accompanied by the vanishing of the dance floor.
Chen Yao’s voice, faint and indistinct, sounded in Old Mo and my ears:
"Qin, Senior Brother Qin, Mo, Senior Brother Mo, wake, wake up…"
"Chen Yao?"
I uttered in surprise.
Old Mo also seemed bewildered.
But as the illusion of the dance floor continued to fade and disappear.
A woman's silhouette gradually appeared about two meters in front of us.
Upon closer inspection, it was Chen Yao.
Her neck was entwined with a ghost’s tongue, and she was held high.
Her body was stiff, her face pale, and blood trickled from her mouth.
She floated there, suspended in front of Old Mo and me.
"Xiao Yao!"
Old Mo and I cried out in shock.
Chen Yao looked at us weakly, appearing close to death.
I was suddenly startled.
Though I didn't know what had just happened.
It was definitely Chen Yao who had done something to extricate Old Mo and me from the illusion of desire.
At this moment, I dared not hesitate.
Grasping my peach wood sword, I slashed at the ghost’s tongue.
The tongue was severed, and a ghost ten meters away let out a scream and retracted its tongue.
Chen Yao fell to the ground and was caught by Old Mo:
"Junior Sister, Junior Sister…"