Dragon God Supreme

Chapter 842: Chapter 842: Cultivation in the Illusionary Realm Chapter 842: Chapter 842: Cultivation in the Illusionary Realm A golden pathway stretched forth from the depths, formed entirely from the condensation of energy, a sight so spectacular and majestic.

The entire Sacred Mountain space was enveloped in golden light, dazzlingly luminous, truly an existence as though from a dream.

“Feng Wuchen, you are the first one to enter the Illusionary Realm. Since the Primordial Ancient era, no one has ever come in,” the voice of the dark panther came.

“The first one?” Feng Wuchen was once again shocked.

During the Primordial Ancient era, many knew of the Sacred Mountain’s Illusionary Realm, yet no one had ever entered it.

The dark panther was the Guardian of the Illusionary Realm, and to enter, one would have to defeat it.

“That’s indeed an honor! Just in time to see what the legendary Illusionary Realm is like,” Feng Wuchen said excitedly, immediately taking Ling Xiaoxiao’s jade hand and stepping onto the golden pathway.

Feng Wuchen had the opportunity to enter the Wuji Illusionary Realm, all because Ling Xiaoxiao had saved the dark panther, otherwise he feared he might never have gotten the chance to enter in his lifetime.

A world for just the two of them, dream-like, romantic, and cozy.

Feng Wuchen was like a white knight, and Ling Xiaoxiao the princess, hand in hand, they stepped onto the paradise of happiness.

The moment they stepped onto the golden pathway, Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao were immediately stunned.

“Primordial Ancient power!” Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao exclaimed in unison, faces full of shock.

You wouldn’t know until you walked on it, you couldn’t even tell it was Primordial Ancient power, but the instant they stepped on it, that vast and immense force enveloped them both, as if to isolate them from the outside world.

“This is the power of Desolation, ranked ninth among the Primordial Ancient powers,” the voice of the dark panther came.

“So it’s the power of Desolation,” Feng Wuchen said with a joyful laugh, the Primordial Ancient power was right before his eyes, saving him the time of searching for it.

The golden light pathway moved on its own, contracting while carrying Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao along without the need for them to walk.

The closer they got to the Wuji Illusionary Realm, the more concentrated the Spiritual Energy became, some so dense it was visible to the naked eye.

Compared to the Spiritual Lake in the Divine Valley, the Spiritual Energy of Sacred Mountain was more than a dozen times stronger, not to mention it also held the breath of ancient energy – this was of utmost importance.

The Wuji Illusionary Realm was located at the center of Sacred Mountain, a special independent space, surrounded by towering peaks, the independent space floating at the center of these surrounding mountains.

As they approached, Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao could see within this massive independent space, a grand and majestic palace emerged before their eyes.

The golden light pathway swiftly disappeared, and Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao entered into the Wuji Illusionary Realm, an ancient and terrifying breath assaulting them, filled with a daunting force.

The original opening had vanished, the outside Sacred Mountain no longer visible, replaced by a regal palace as if from a dream and a Seven-Colored Space.

The grand and regal palace, resplendent with gold, was a sight that inspired both reverence and shock!

“What kind of power is this? Truly terrifying!” Ling Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but be greatly startled, feeling somewhat suffocated.

Feng Wuchen’s face too was filled with shock, guessing, “This power feels like it has surpassed the Ninth Level of the Divinity Transformation Realm, could it be Ling Xuzi’s power?”

“This is indeed the power of my master, and every corner of the Illusionary Realm is sustained by my master’s unimaginable terrifying power. Don’t bother trying to break the formation with any tricks. The only way to release me from the seal is to devour its power,” the Dark Beast proclaimed.

“So this is the Wuji Illusionary Realm? Why is there only a palace?” Suppressing the shock in his heart, Feng Wuchen asked with curiosity.

In the vast palace square, the Dark Beast lay healing its wounds, which had already significantly recovered.

“The Wuji Illusionary Realm is not an illusion; it’s just a name,” the Dark Beast slowly stood up.