Illusions rose one after another, and in Wang Xuan's eyes appeared a world-ending scenario, where the Solar System was under invasion and the war had spread to the Mother Star.
Within the illusions, disciples of the Immortal Martial Mountain fought bloodily, but all of them died in battle, his family perishing amid the massacre by the Alien Race.
Scene after scene, so real that any other Earth Immortal would be moved and doubt if it was indeed true.
But all of this couldn't stir any waves in Wang Xuan's heart; his Spiritual Cultivation Level was not ordinary, how could he be deceived by such illusions!
"Is this all you've got?" Wang Xuan sneered coldly.
His Heart Spirit sank into the Sea of Consciousness, where a silver gleam wandered, coveting his Primordial Spirit, yet feeling apprehensive.
Lingming never expected that Wang Xuan, at the Earth Immortal Realm, had already refined a Primordial Spirit, although he was just at the initial stage, he was extremely troublesome.
