Having traversed the Flame World, Ye Xuan and his companions arrived at another realm. This realm had transformed into a vast marshland, bleak and gray as if Ye Xuan and the others were not actually inside the Evil Dragon Temple but instead were standing amidst an external swamp.
"What is a marshland doing here?"
Leng Wusheng expressed his surprise.
"Indeed, it's strange."
Xue Lingzi nodded in agreement; in the Flame World they had just left, he had sensed something amiss, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
"It's an Illusion Realm."
A sharp glint flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes, "Including the Flame World we just encountered, it's all an illusion."
"What, an illusion?"
Xue Lingzi, including the three others, were all startled. If it was truly an Illusion Realm, then the fact they hadn't noticed it demonstrated the masterful deception of the illusion.
"Ye Xuan, how did you know?"
