Like an illusion, Mo Nian crumbled into specks of ashy light that vanished along with the hall. Kong Xiang suddenly found himself back in the real world.
Kong Xiang looked around. He was actually in one of the halls of the Monastery. His spiritual intuition kicked in and he used his karmic vision to see an illusionary painting on the left wall. It was an exact replica of this hall, except for the fact that an ominous mist filled the painting.
Just as Kong Xiang tried to delve deeper to investigate, the illusionary painting suddenly shimmered and disintegrated before his eyes. Kong Xiang was surprised.
"Vanished?" Kong Xiang stared intently at that particular area on the wall and analyzed. "No, that was more of a cloaking."
Kong Xiang thought about all that had happened just now and tried to connect the dots.
