Volume 9 Chapter 33 Primordial. The Line Between Illusion and Reality. (Part 2)

Luo Ming’s flawless plan went off track when he decided to enter Ming Feizhen’s mind as he didn’t expect to see the Mount Daluo, bamboo house, black mountain or white hair flowing down to the youth’s black robe that he saw.

“Are… you challenging me?” The physical form of violence brandished his bizarre black broadsword loosely in one hand and had the corner of his lips pulled up just enough to make it clear that he was the lord presiding over this world, reinforcing it with his slouched sitting posture. The blackness surrounding him devoured optimism in its pressure that’d suffocate one to death. His voice was an alarm warning the listener of forthcoming danger.

Who are you?

Alarmed by the youth’s voice, Luo Ming immediately ran crimson qi - Enlightenment - down the blade of his sword and dispersed it disorderly, yet systematically. As a result, he found a hole in the black nightmare to breathe and cool down.

This world should be Ming Feizhen’s mind, so there shouldn’t be anyone else here unless… There can’t be more than four types of demonic pupils like that. Why… would he have those eyes?

“You shouldn’t be the master of this place. Who are you? Why are you entrenched in his mind?” Luo Ming calmed himself to create a piercing gaze.

The youth remained unfazed in spite of Luo Ming’s gaze an active Enlightenment qi. The only emotion in detectable in the youth’s eyes was loneliness.

“Seems you can put up a fight. I’ll ask again: are you here to challenge me?”

Luo Ming clutched his sword hilt. “Die!” Luo Ming generated waves along the trajectory toward the white bone throne.

“A swordsman, huh?”

Luo Ming’s crimson energy banged against an invisible wall that dispersed all his energy and force away. “Don’t get cocky.” Luo Ming transformed the environment into a field of swords plugged into the