dkrc Chapter 110 The Illusion of Fengdu, the False Xiao Qianyu
Chapter 110 The Illusion of Fengdu, the False Xiao Qianyu
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After a brief period of dizziness, Lu Yan regained consciousness.
The biting coldness traveled from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head; it wasn't a physical temperature, but a kind of deathly stillness that originated from the spirit.
He found himself standing on an ancient city street shrouded in thick fog. The cobblestones beneath his feet were slippery and sticky, like bloodstains that would never dry.
My teammates... are gone.
Xiao Qianyu, Zhao Leiguang, Su Yunqing... everyone in the first squad disappeared without a trace.
Lu Yan checked the communication channels immediately.
"Sizzle... sizzle..."
All I could hear in my headphones was a cacophony of static, as if I were in another world.
He looked around. In the depths of the alley in the distance, ghostly blue flames flickered, stretching the mottled shadows on the walls into distorted, ghostly figures that seemed to dance wildly like demons.
The air was filled with a nauseating odor, a mixture of rotting wood and a faint smell of rust.
At the same time, a faint whisper began to echo in his mind.
"...So lonely..."
"...They're all dead..."
"...You'll die here too..."
The voice was filled with malice, attempting to stir up the deepest fears and anxieties within the human heart.
Lu Yan's expression remained unchanged. He simply raised his hand and grasped the [Disc of Nothingness], which was disguised as an ordinary black wooden scepter.
Just then, a staggering figure slowly emerged from the thick fog ahead.
It was an ancient corpse holding a broken weapon, wearing armor that had long since rotted away, with no soul fire in its empty eye sockets, only a deathly darkness.
It seemed to have caught the scent of the living, stiffly turned its head towards Lu Yan, let out a meaningless roar, and charged forward, dragging its weapon.
Lu Yan looked at it quietly.
Lacking any fighting ability, he didn't even intend to retreat a step.
As the ancient corpse rushed towards him, raising its rusty longsword, Lu Yan casually extended his scepter forward, the tip of the scepter precisely wedging the ancient corpse's ankle, giving it a gentle trip.
"Thump."
The seemingly ferocious ancient corpse fell face down on the slippery bluestone slab in an extremely disheveled manner, struggling for a long time but unable to get up.
Slow movements, weak strength, and extremely poor balance.
Lu Yan instantly formed an assessment in his mind.
But just as he was about to bypass the ancient corpse and continue forward, he keenly sensed that when a thought of "trouble" flashed through his mind, the ominous whispers in the surrounding air seemed to intensify slightly.
The ancient corpse lying on the ground suddenly began to struggle with increasing force.
"Oh?"
Lu Yan stopped in his tracks, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
He stood still and began a daring test.
Instead of resisting the whispers in his mind, he calmed himself down and tried to recall the memories he had buried deep in his heart.
The helplessness I felt in my sickbed in my past life.
The image of parents lying in pools of blood during the riot in the secret realm...
A sharp, almost soul-tearing pain welled up in his heart. This was his greatest obsession and deepest scar from both his past lives.
boom--!
In the instant his emotions surged, the whole world seemed to change!
The surrounding fog instantly turned pitch black, and the whispers in his mind transformed into deafening shrieks. On the street, one, two, then a dozen ancient corpses surged wildly out of the fog from all directions.
They were no longer as sluggish as before; they were as fast as cheetahs, their strength had surged, and even a blood-red ferocious light burned in their empty eye sockets!
"Kill him!"
"Tear him to pieces!"
Their only goal is this living person whose heart is filled with "negative emotions"!
Faced with this horde of zombies that would make any A-level Awakened shudder, Lu Yan...
He slowly closed his eyes, and the Jade Void Daoist charm from Kunlun Ruins quietly flowed through his sea of consciousness.
A calm and undisturbed mind.
All the pain, regret, and anger were gently soothed and settled by this warm and ancient aura.
He viewed everything as "data" that could be analyzed and deconstructed, rather than "emotions" that could shake his mind.
When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was clear.
A miracle happened.
The raging horde of zombies around them seemed to have been paused.
The crimson aura emanating from them quickly faded, their speed slowed down again, and their strength returned to normal, transforming them back into a group of aimless, wandering undead.
"I see." Lu Yan muttered to himself, "An emotion detector, or rather... a test of one's Dao heart."
The core rule of this so-called illusion is to quantify the emotional fluctuations of intruders and directly feed them back into the strength of the enemy.
The more you fear it, the stronger it becomes. The angrier you are, the more insane it grows.
Conversely, if your mind is as still as water, it is easily defeated.
"Interesting, but not much."
Lu Yan was completely relieved and began to leisurely explore the maze-like ancient city.
He soon discovered more interesting "traps".
Not far ahead, a small mountain made of gold and silver jewels gleamed alluringly in the light of will-o'-the-wisps.
Anyone with greed will be assimilated by that greedy desire and turned into a new golden statue the moment they get close.
Lu Yan glanced at it calmly, labeled it "petrification trap (greed)" in his mind, and then went around it.
As I walked past a street corner, the sound of a baby crying came from a dilapidated house. The cry was so mournful and helpless that it could evoke pity in anyone with a soft heart.
Lu Yan stopped and listened intently, pinpointing the source of the sound and the swamp hidden beneath, a swamp powerful enough to devour everything.
"Swamp Trap (Mercy), Mark".
In this way, Lu Yan, like a meticulous map surveyor, treated this dead city, which was terrifying to others, as a large-scale puzzle game.
He remained calm and collected, marking all the traps related to "the seven emotions and six desires" as if walking on flat ground.
He could feel the earth energy within him, connected to the dragon veins of China, guiding him.
The city center is the convergence point of all earth energy flows, and it must also be the core of this illusionary realm.
After passing through several intersecting alleyways, a stone bridge spanning the black moat came into view.
Once you cross this bridge, you should be able to reach the central altar.
Just as he was about to step onto the bridge.
At the alleyway not far ahead, a familiar figure slowly turned around.
She wore a fiery red spearman's armor and gripped the Red Lotus Goddess Spear, which Lu Yan had personally crafted for her.
It's Xiao Qianyu.
But her eyes looked wrong.
Those eyes, which were originally clear and cold like the moon, yet always held a hint of warmth when looking at their teammates, were now icy and unfamiliar, filled with undisguised, pure killing intent.
With the spear tip slightly raised, it locked onto Lu Yan's brow from a distance of tens of meters.
Faced with this sudden murderous intent from his most trusted teammate, Lu Yan showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, he remained calm, as if stating a very simple fact.
"Your imitation is very similar, but you didn't copy the details carefully."
"The person you're imitating has calluses on the web of their hand from years of shooting practice, but you don't."
Lu Yan looked at the slight pause on Xiao Qianyu's face after hearing his words and confirmed his guess.
"You can now return to your true form."