Chapter 447 : Old Names, New Blades Drawn
Fang Hao was still a little dazed.
"As expected of an immortal's relic—the illusion was that real!"
When he had faced those nine True Saint Ninth Layer black-robed cultivators, every detail had felt perfectly real—indistinguishable from the trial tower's experience back in Zhentian City of the Mingyue Immortal Dynasty.
But that wasn't the most terrifying part.
What truly chilled him was what came after—when he received all those incredible treasures. Even though he had initially sensed something was off, suspecting it might be an illusion, he quickly forgot all about it. He went on to cultivate, plan, and live just as he normally would—without noticing a single inconsistency.
If those treasures had been real, he wouldn't have acted any differently.
It hadn't been a vivid dream—it felt like a lifetime, and now he had been reborn.
The depth and precision of the illusion were awe-inspiring.
