Xie Qing's soul resisted the illusions at the moment when the Heart Demon was about to take over his body. The old man opened his eyes, which shone with a grim light.
"So it was an illusion... How long have I been here? It feels like a hundred years. Although, in reality, it's probably much less. Who would have thought that I would be in an illusion for so long..." He thought, frowning in dissatisfaction.
Looking around, he found that the place was extremely gloomy. A dilapidated house, a terrible rotten smell, and the howling of the wind with an endless blizzard.
"Interesting. Everything looks so realistic that my soul was captured by these feelings..." Xie Qing thought and sighed: "This was a good illusion. Too bad, but I pursue reality. I don't care about the world that exists only in dreams"
Crack... Crack...
Along with the sound of glass cracking, a loud scream filled with pain and despair was heard in the distance.
