Although Wang Ping appeared to eat and drink, in reality, nothing had entered his body.
To be precise, these cultivators had quietly fallen under the influence of his illusionary divine skills.
After all, having slain so many mysterious entities, Wang Ping would absolutely not expose his own flesh when venturing into other realms, let alone consume anything.
He wouldn't even make a feigned attempt of pouring something into his mouth and then shifting it away.
He would not allow anything from the Exoteric World, which was teeming with strangeness, to touch his body.
He had no choice but to do this—it was a lesson learned from blood.
"After that deeply meaningful text simulation appeared, did they directly enter an immersive simulation under duress? It seems that there is indeed a problem with this Immortal Banquet, an unexpected development."
Wang Ping glanced at the attendees of the Immortal Banquet, his brow slightly furrowed.
