Even when surrounded by a group of blood-drenched, ferociously staring severed heads, with the stench of blood urging him to vomit, Wang Yuan didn't so much as glance aside.
How could the widely known cultivation efforts of Old Master Wang have been in vain?
Such horrifying things might scare an ordinary person to death on the spot, but should they one day appear on his menu, they'd probably need to fight another battle over seniority and hierarchy.
Unfortunately, his composure did nothing to stop the rapidly mottling, mildewing, and rotting scenery around him, which then reverted to its true form.
"This is...?!"
When the entire backdrop crafted by "Deceitful Heart" had completely disappeared, the underlying true colors of "Taoyuan" gradually became apparent.
Although Wang Yuan's mind was severely shaken, he didn't dare show even the slightest involuntary reaction such as a frown or a pupil contraction.
