Mark took a deep breath and looked at the white-haired woman intently. One minute ago, he was looking at her frozen form from the outside world, and now, he was in the River of Destiny—in a bamboo forest, with her seemingly alive in front of him.
This did not make sense. When she opened her eyes, he had ended up here.
There was a profound instinct Mark had gained regarding some things. There were things in this world that people couldn't replicate or copy.
He had tried turning normal things into the threads inside the River of Destiny with his Alchemy Shapeshifting and it had never worked. That probably went the same for illusions and similar.
There was no way someone could replicate the River of Destiny to this level of perfection. And if anyone truly could do that, there was no way someone of that level would go to the trouble of messing with a Lower Demon.
Mark pushed back his gray hair and calmed down. His mind was full of questions.
