Chapter 297 The Insect God’s Unique Skills

Those who dare to stir up trouble here are at least at the Ghost level. In the Nine Heavens Continent, only six people have truly stepped into the Dragon level, and those considered top experts on the continent are almost all at the Ghost level. However, there is clearly a gap between Ghost levels...

In the blink of an eye, the three hidden Ghost-level experts were simultaneously injured and fled. The remaining disciples on both sides were stunned, forgetting to enter the illusion.

Yakray and the Eighth Divine General casually glanced at the remaining disciples, as if repelling a few Ghost-level experts was as effortless as brushing off dust: "Hurry up, continue."

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The Soul Illusion Realm is the intersection of the Soul World in the fifth dimension and the real world, with both illusory and real aspects.

According to Old Wang's understanding, this should be the result of the connection between higher and lower dimensions. It is insignificant to higher dimensions but a precious opportunity for lower dimensions.

When Hei Wukai dragged him into the illusory vortex, Old Wang clutched his arm tightly. However, this phenomenon clearly cannot be understood by conventional physical knowledge. The moment they entered the illusory vortex, Hei Wukai, who was holding onto him, disappeared. Not just Hei Wukai, Old Wang even felt his own body perception change. It felt like entering a spiral channel, where his body was stretched to the extreme at times and disintegrated into molecular fragments at others. Only his spiritual consciousness remained intact, experiencing the horror of body deformation.

This situation lasted for about a minute or two, and then the stretched and deformed body suddenly returned to its original state. Old Wang tumbled several meters across the ground. He expected his body to be in excruciating pain after the near-decomposition in that strange space, but surprisingly, there was no pain. Instead, he felt surprisingly refreshed and light.

Old Hei had obviously lost contact with him, and there was no one else around. The so-called 'random teleportation' is not a difficult technical problem to understand. Everyone entering this world from the real world is a unique energy body to this world, and balance is the fundamental law of any world. It's just a matter of filling gaps where needed.

Old Wang sprang to his feet, looking around.

He found himself in an expansive spore forest, where the air was rich and fresh, and the plants were exceptionally tall. Various strangely shaped, colorful spore plants were everywhere.

There were giant colorful mushrooms as tall as three or four meters; strange 'lotus sticks' with hair-raising thorns; narrow, blood-red spores resembling rooster combs emitting a warm red light; and round, blue fungal spore bodies covering the ground, with fluff resembling dandelions.

It must be morning in the Soul Illusion Realm. The sunlight above was not too strong, and golden rays filtered through the tops of the spore plants. As Old Wang moved around, the fungal spore bodies on the ground, driven by the airflow, immediately released floating spores, filling the beams of light like flying cotton, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

Cooing... Cawing...

Occasionally, the calls of small animals could be heard around, adding a bit of life to the quiet spore forest.

What a serene and beautiful place... like a fairy tale world, ideal for a romantic getaway!

Old Wang muttered to himself, but now was obviously not the time to let his guard down. The teleportation was randomly dispersed, and most people in this illusion were active. Understanding the surroundings was the key to safety.

He nonchalantly pulled out an oil lamp from his bag and rubbed it slightly.

The lamp buzzed softly...

Fifty ice bees flew out one after another, soaring into the sky and quickly dispersing in all directions.

Having learned from the last lesson of losing control of his soul power, Old Wang did not deliberately control these ice bees. Instead, he relied solely on the soul link of the Insect God species, allowing the vision of all ice bees to be promptly fed back to his eyes.

He sat cross-legged and observed carefully.

His view rapidly expanded, revealing a vast colorful spore forest around, stretching for dozens of miles. The nearby spore forest was relatively low, mostly mushroom-shaped. A few miles to the left, there were clusters of thick-rooted spores, dozens of meters high, growing at intervals of more than ten meters, orderly and neat, like a forest from a fantasy.

At the end of this spore forest, dozens of miles away, there were patches of lush greenery, resembling a huge tropical rainforest. Due to the distance, Old Wang did not attempt to let the ice bees approach. The primary task now was to find a suitable foothold nearby and make some safety arrangements. Old Wang had no intention of wandering aimlessly, engaging in bloody battles. Compared to merits, he cared more about his own life.

The fifty ice bees scattered and searched, quickly finding a place that satisfied Old Wang. It was a pile of red rooster comb spores, about four or five meters high, not far to the right. The roots under the 'rooster comb' were extremely thick, with some even three or four meters in diameter, densely overlapping, making it very suitable for hollowing out and hiding.

Now that everyone had just landed, the distances between them were dispersed, so there was no need to worry about being immediately discovered. It was the perfect time to set up camouflage.

Old Wang quickly approached, finding the thickest root. The outer shell of the root was slightly hard, but the inner flesh was soft. Without much effort, he hollowed out a large section in the middle. Old Wang stuffed a tent inside and set it up, isolating the warm and humid air of the root. Crawling inside, it felt surprisingly spacious.

He crawled out and re-covered the previously peeled outer shell of the root. From the outside, it looked completely normal, as if untouched.

Old Wang smiled with satisfaction, waved his hand, and all sorts of assorted tools were immediately stored back into the oil lamp.

After pulling open the 'stem door' and crawling inside, he closed it again without needing to open a 'window'. The ice bees were his best eyes, and he only poked a few small ventilation holes around, thus completing his hiding spot.

He lounged comfortably inside, legs propped up, watching the ice bees' vision to search for any members of the Rose nearby, feeling as steady as a rock.

The Soul Illusory Realm is layered. Previously, it seemed like there was a hierarchical relationship from the outside, but in reality, it wasn't. Entering the lower layer would only happen automatically when a certain trigger was activated.

Perhaps someone had killed a beast on the first layer, or someone had found the so-called opportunity and secret treasure that condensed the illusory clouds of this layer. At that time, the entrance to the second layer would randomly appear everywhere, and the first layer would gradually disappear as it exhausted its energy... If one chose not to enter the next layer, they would fall out with the disappearance of the first layer.

At this moment, most of the top-ranked warriors in the illusion had already started looking for opportunities. It not only meant the opening of the next layer but also the appearance of rare treasures and special opportunities. These things were usually only contested by strong individuals above the ghost level. People like them weren’t even qualified to be extras, but now they had become the absolute protagonists in the illusion, naturally feeling pumped.

As for Nine Gods' bounty on Wang Feng, to be honest, the top-tier guys didn’t really care. At most, they’d consider it a bonus if they bumped into him, but they would never go out of their way to find him. Compared to the honor of killing Wang Feng, the unprecedented five-layer illusion itself was way more appealing to them. If someone really obtained a top-grade soul artifact or even a divine artifact, even if the bounty on Wang Feng were increased ten or a hundred times, it would still be incomparable.

The ones who really had their eyes on Wang Feng were some mid to lower-ranked individuals, most of whom had already accepted that the chance to compete for opportunities was out of their reach.

For these people, killing Wang Feng or snatching soul power cards from other opponents was the most cost-effective main goal.

Old Wang was all about the art of hiding. Hiding was a science, and everyone here was a monster with various unpredictable detection methods. Not only did one have to hide well, but they also had to reduce their soul power and even life force to the freezing point, which was the specialty of the Insect God species—playing dead!

Old Wang began to meditate, cultivating his mind and body. Through the ice bees, he could also watch action movies, treating it like a mini-vacation. Before long, the sound of fighting reached him.

The advantages of the top-tier fighters on both sides became apparent at this moment. While others were here to risk their lives, they were here to hunt, harvesting soul power cards without hesitation. The bloody scenes had Old Wang’s heart racing.

Damn it, this brutal society is downright evil. The screams are so horrifying!

A flash of white light appeared in the night sky.

The spatial channel was different for everyone, and the time inside was immeasurable compared to the outside world. A slight difference could lead to a huge error.

A figure was just teleported out of the channel right then, but in fact, for him, the perception inside the channel was no different from others, lasting only a short one or two minutes.

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