One step at a time, Li Wen had made his way here from Bluestone County.
He had relied on a focus that bordered on obsession and a will of steel.
Li Wen stepped into the thin mist.
Like a drop of ice water hitting a sizzling pan of oil, the surrounding scene instantly twisted, faded, and reassembled.
In an instant, a seemingly realistic illusion enveloped him.
A familiar classroom. Mocking eyes peered in from the window, and the jeers of his former classmates echoed in his ears. In his hand, he held a battered, standard-issue combat blade, and the vital energy in his meridians felt as sluggish and unyielding as iron.
'Too fake,' Li Wen scoffed internally.
There was no need to deliberately channel the power of his Primordial Spirit; the very essence of his transcendent soul was like the most solid bedrock.
Before the illusion before him could even fully form, its fragile internal logic was laid bare to his eyes, as obvious as an ephemeral bubble in the sunlight.
