After the fall of Dongqi, this technique was almost lost.
Nowadays, the few treasures that can employ the Illusion Realm Technique across the Four Continents are basically old items passed down from those tis, and for various reasons, most have diocre effects.
Moreover, the principles within these magical treasures can’t be deciphered, because once disassembled, they’re irreplaceable, and no one is willing to take the risk.
After all, these antiques are quite expensive.
Lily counted on her fingers, "We’ve actually seen quite a few illusions that are almost real, and another has always been with us."
"It’s the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror of our boss."
"That thing also belonged to the Last Emperor of Dongqi, and its interior can similarly manifest a nearly indistinguishable illusion, provided the person entering falls into a dream."
"And your uncle," Lily looked at Chen Qin, "When the boss dug Elder Li from Central Continent, the boss fell into an illusion realm."
"I heard the boss say that uncle was dreaming about Sword Sect inside a giant Taisui.
"Also, also, wasn’t the Cold City incident last year a dream covering the entire city?"
Lily concluded her comnts angrily by ruffling Maomao’s head.
"Do you an that the Last Emperor of Dongqi is hiding inside the pillar at the center of Jade Book Tower, dreaming?" Chen Qin speculated wildly.
"I didn’t say that, I’m just guessing about the theory of this dream," Lily said ticulously.
Despite Lily’s caution, everyone else’s thoughts were stirred.
The more they thought about it, the more sense it made.
Considering the main tomb aesthetic style of Jade Book Tower, everyone increasingly felt Lily’s guess might be correct.
Could it be that the Dongqi Emperor isn’t dead and is now sleeping inside that massive pillar...
The pillar is shaped like arrow wood, which reaches the sky and aligns with ritual norms...
So is Jade Book Tower actually a coffin?
If that’s true, they must excavate this man to thoroughly inquire about the ss he got into back in the day.
Thinking of this, including the steady Giant Turtle Zhu Luo, everyone had expressions indicating an urge to open coffins and make a fortune.
Tang began digging out tools from his Hundred Treasures Bag.
Seeing everyone’s eyes showing sothing wrong, Jade Book Tower quickly cleared its throat twice.
"Ahem, let’s be more rigorous.
"It’s all just speculation for now, don’t rush to dismantle . Forcefully dismantling, I might really explode.
"Besides, Zhang Ze and Elder Li, and that Little Earth Immortal are all still inside the illusion realm, so let’s wait, things can be discussed peacefully."
Jade Book Tower’s survival instincts were at their peak at this mont, and its words were quite reasonable.
Thinking about Zhang Ze’s precious item still inside the illusion realm, everyone cald down.
"Let’s speak when he cos out," Tang stored away his tools and began wandering around the fiftieth floor, seemingly surveying to determine points of interest.
"Do you really have to dismantle ..." Jade Book Tower softly asked.
Tang, "We’ll see."
Jade Book Tower, "...."
...
Inside the illusion realm.
Probably because he was in the mountains and couldn’t see the mountains, Zhang Ze hadn’t considered as much as Lily.
But he had so guesses about that hundred layers.
He had an additional source of information—a system.
The system also ntioned the importance of the hundredth layer, and typically such significant things appear in the ga’s finale.
In Zhang Ze’s imagination.
The hundredth layer might be the battleground for the last dance of Dongqi, where he would personally experience the epic battle and finally learn everything.
Or there might be an elderly white-haired man waiting behind a bronze gate in a dark space to reveal the ultimate secret.
It could even be an alien with octopus tentacles.
But unfortunately, none of these were the case.
Not only absent, but the opening of this illusion realm’s hundred layers was quite corrupted.
Like testing a cadre.
...
In a luxurious residence, outside the house is autumn rain and frost chill, inside the house are warm jade and fragrant aromas.
"Master, co and touch ."
A beautiful concubine offered a plate of grapes as she leaned forward, speaking quite brazenly.
"Play by yourself, I want to be alone today,"
Zhang Ze, reclining on the bed and still unclear about his situation, waved his hand, indicating the concubine—barely different from those wearing three-leaf attire—should go away.
The concubine looked at Zhang Ze with resentnt, let out a coquettish sound, placed the grapes on a low table, and obediently retreated.
Once the cadre-testing, Tao-Heart-ruining demoness left, Zhang Ze finally had the ti to contemplate his current predicant.
First, he needed to determine his identity.
Second, find his master and Little Earth Immortal.
Afterward, uncover the secret of the hundredth layer.
Regarding identity... Zhang Ze rubbed his hands, producing a ball of fire.
This ti, Zhang Ze’s identity was fortunate; not only lavish in lifestyle but also with a cultivation level of Golden Core.
Of course, it’s a standard single core, not Zhang Ze’s Five-Star Linked Pearl Golden Core.
Yet even so, the Golden Core identity within this illusion realm is significantly formidable.
Because this illusion likely resembles the era of Ten Kingdoms Chaos.
A ti when a Golden Core could indeed claim ancestral status, achieving Golden Core ant becoming a regional overlord.
Unlike nowadays, where calling out could summon three truckloads of Golden Cores in Thousand chanism Town.
Zhang Ze drew a circle with his left hand, condensing the moisture in the air into a mirror surface; he looked at himself in the watery mirror and smacked his lips.
"Why is the face my own?"
He waved away the mirror, popped two grapes into his mouth, and started rummaging around.
He intended to find so diary-like object to confirm his identity.
If nothing could be found, he’d have to inquire with Leaf Girl about the identity of his corrupt Golden Core self.
Just as he searched, Leaf Girl’s voice sounded again, "Master~ I’ve brought the person you’ve been looking for."
Leaf Girl had dressed by then and stood outside the door, her tone respectful yet tinged with resentnt.
"Looking for soone? Who am I looking for?" Zhang Ze asked in stunned confusion.
"Master, didn’t you say you wanted to find Jingjing?" Leaf Girl lowered her head as the horned Jingjing girl approached from the corridor.
Leaf Girl bowed to avoid being hard by Jingjing.
Jingjing belonged to the Demon Race, specifically Miemie Race, with large horns resembling handlebars extending outward, width comparable to the door.
The ends had been smoothed and adorned with gold, but a jab would still blind Leaf Girl.
Just as Zhang Ze thought to dismiss Jingjing to avoid interference in his search, he paused.
He found Jingjing’s face familiar...
Though her aura differed, her eyes remarkably resembled those of Bai Tao’s friend.
Gray Miemie.
"Co in," Zhang Ze said to Jingjing.
Jingjing attempted to nod, but failing to adjust her angle, her horn struck the doorfra; after several unsuccessful attempts, perspiring, she entered sideways before bowing.
Zhang Ze, "..."
Zhang Ze stared at the middle section of Jingjing’s horns, parts molded into two handle shapes using gold.
Simulating that pose ntally, Zhang Ze sighed, pondering.
Truly decadent, so vulgar, being a Golden Core master, yet not cultivating, instead always driving around.
Yet, he couldn’t deny his curiosity about how the ram horns felt in hand.
Zhang Ze vaguely rembered seeing it sowhere, perhaps in a quirky illustrated book.
The book indicated that the horns of the Horned People Race were quite sensitive...
This race’s horns sparked sensations upon gripping.
Wondering if the Miemie Race was similar.
Driven by curiosity, Zhang Ze couldn’t restrain himself.
"Co closer, side towards ," he said to Jingjing.
Compliantly, Jingjing approached, directly rotated left, then crouched.
As Jingjing turned, Zhang Ze leaned back slightly to avoid accidentally getting scraped by the large horns.
Once Jingjing crouched, Zhang Ze extended his mischievous hand and grasped.
"Any sensation?"
"Answering master, none."
"How about now?" Zhang Ze applied more force.
"No sensation whatsoever."
"Then, holy crap..."
"Master, what’s wrong?"
"Your horns..."
"Master, feel free to grip them; I’ve no sensation."
"No, I broke your horn...
Jingjing, "..."
Holding the detached horn, Zhang Ze remained silent montarily, suddenly asking.
"Who are you, truly?"
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