The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1161

Chapter 1161: Chapter 1158 Illusion Fog Chapter 1161: Chapter 1158 Illusion Fog “If it's about leading the way, Yuanyuan alone will suffice. The journey ahead is fraught with dangers; Fei Hong and Rumeng should not go.” Shen Luo said.

“Then we…” Fei Hong looked at Shen Luo, hesitantly.

“Recently, Yunmeng Marsh has been quite restless. You should conceal yourselves and leave Yunmeng Marsh first, find a safe place outside, and wait there. We will rejoin you after we return.” Shen Luo said.

Knowing they would only be a burden if they followed, Fei Hong and Rumeng did not insist. They bid farewell to Shen Luo and Wu Man'er and departed first.

“Big Brother Shen, Sister Wu, won't they encounter any danger on their way back?” Yuanyuan, evidently more concerned about them than about her own impending journey, asked.

Shen Luo said nothing but patted the Qiankun Bag at his waist and instructed, “Please escort them for a while and help them find a safe place.”

“Yes.” A voice came from the Qiankun Bag.

Immediately after, a wisp of black mist drifted out of the bag's opening and disappeared from their sight in the blink of an eye.

Although Zhao Feiji was only at the late stage of Nascent Soul Stage, he was adept at hiding and ambushing, and not weak in combat. Asking him to escort Fei Hong and Rumeng was more than appropriate.

Seeing that Shen Luo had made other arrangements, Wu Man'er and Yuanyuan both felt relieved.

The group set off once again and, before long, a pink hue appeared in front of them.

They saw dense clusters of pink reeds, interwoven and spread across the sandbanks ahead, grand and boundless, much like an endless ocean.

Standing at the bow of the flying boat, Shen Luo looked at the pink reeds ahead and found it somewhat unbelievable.

Not only were the flowers of the reeds pink, but even their stalks and leaves were pink. And from top to bottom, the closer to the roots, the deeper the red.

Remembering the clerk's warning from Tianji City before entering Yunmeng Marsh, Shen Luo asked, “Yuanyuan, is there anything special about these pink reeds?”

“Special? There's nothing special…” Yuanyuan said, looking puzzled and murmuring to herself.

Shen Luo found this hard to understand, certain that the clerk wouldn't have given him that reminder for no reason.

“If there is something special, it's the legend that a great battle between Celestial and Demons once erupted here. Many from both mighty factions died in this place, so the legend says that it was the blood of these Celestial and Demons that dyed the reeds red,” Yuanyuan said after thinking hard for a while, giving this as her answer.

Shen Luo heard this and merely smiled.

While they were speaking, the flying boat had already entered the reed thicket.

As soon as they entered, a gust of cold wind blew from within the reeds, and Shen Luo's nostrils twitched. He immediately furrowed his brows.

Wu Man'er quickly twisted her wrist and took out three green Pestilence-avoiding Pills, handing them over.

After swallowing one, Shen Luo began to breathe smoothly.

Yuanyuan, holding the pill in both hands, looked at the two of them, somewhat confused.

Shen Luo and Wu Man'er exchanged a look, at first surprised, then they both smiled in understanding.

“The air here is filled with a layer of imperceptible toxic miasma, far more dangerous than outside. However, you probably don't notice anything unusual because you have lived here since childhood and have become accustomed to the poison,” Wu Man'er explained.

Yuanyuan glanced around somewhat blankly, still unable to perceive any difference from the outside.

“It's alright now, let's continue on our way,” Shen Luo said.

No sooner had he spoken than the wind in front began to howl, the gentle breeze suddenly turning into a raging tempest.

“Whirrrrr”

The entire reed thicket swayed violently under the strong wind.

Countless pink dust particles rose into the air, dyeing the entire sky pink.

At first, Shen Luo thought he had encountered a magnificent scene in the big swamp, but the look on Yuanyuan's face told him that something was amiss.

“Not good, it's Illusion fog… We might have encountered a Mirage Demon,” Yuanyuan said with a face full of worry.

“Mirage Demon, what's that?” Shen Luo asked with surprise.

“It's a huge Monster Spirit that lives deep in Yunmeng Marsh. Not just in Yunmeng Marsh; there are Mirage Demons in other places too. They're offspring of clams and other Monster Spirits with innate Illusion Techniques. Moreover, they also possess other mystic arts like wind, water, lightning, fire, etc.,” Yuanyuan explained.

“What mystic art does the one in Yunmeng Marsh specialize in?” Shen Luo asked.

“It has never shown itself, so no one knows which mystic art it specializes in. Merely the Illusion fog it releases has already trapped and killed countless creatures,” Yuanyuan said, her eyes filled with a look of despair.

“Don't worry, we've just entered this area not long ago, we can just turn back the way we came,” Shen Luo consoled.

Legend has it, Mirage Demons are descendants of the Dragon Clan and Clam Spirits. They inherit the powerful bloodline of the Dragon Clan and possess an unparalleled talent in the art of illusions, thus being most adept at creating Illusion Domains that bewitch people's hearts.

Various rare and splendid mirages of cities in the sea people witness are formed from their exhaled breath.

Shen Luo didn't dare be careless, and immediately turned the flying boat around to head back where they came from.

Pink fog enveloped them, and the visibility gradually worsened. The reeds around them were unevenly dispersed, and after flying for a while, Shen Luo started to feel that something was off.

Mana surged within him; he suddenly waved his sleeve towards the front.

A whirlwind burst forth from his sleeves, dispersing all the fog within a hundred feet in front of them.

As soon as the thick fog scattered, Shen Luo and the others couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

A Green Mountain soared into the clouds appeared out of nowhere ten-odd feet ahead of them, and their flying boat was about to crash into it, unable to stop in time.

Shen Luo quickly held the flying boat to an emergency stop, but with a “bang,” it still crashed into the mountain wall.

On the flying boat, both Shen Luo and Wu Man'er stumbled, barely managing to steady themselves.

Shen Luo flew up to the mountain wall, lightly touched it with his hand, and felt the roughness of the rocks beneath his fingers, along with the slippery moss, which felt anything but illusory.

“Is there such a big mountain in Yunmeng Marsh?” Shen Luo turned around and asked with furrowed brows.

Wu Man'er and Yuanyuan both shook their heads and said in unison:

“We've never heard of it…”

“We've never seen it…”

As they spoke, they too flew to Shen Luo's side and examined the mountain wall before them.

“This feels too real, right? Is this the Illusion Domain created by the Mirage Demon?” Yuanyuan marvelled.

Wu Man'er did not speak immediately; instead, she pressed her hand to the mountain wall and closed her eyes to feel it.

“I can feel a rich vitality and the scent of flora from this mountain. It cannot be the creation of an illusion,” Wu Man'er said, opening her eyes a moment later.

Shen Luo's eyes narrowed, and a Green Light burst forth as he carefully inspected with the Ghost Eye of the Netherworld.

But soon, he withdrew his divine ability.

“Indeed, this Illusion fog is formidable; even my Spirit Eye Divine Ability cannot detect any flaw,” Shen Luo shook his head and said.