Fu Shiyan did not grow angry at Yue Guan's interrogation.
With a slight shift of his mind and the circulation of his spirit power, the mist and light in front of Yue Guan quietly converged and solidified.
An illusory figure dressed in simple and elegant green robes, with a tall and straight posture, slowly stepped out from the void and came to a halt three paces in front of Yue Guan.
The face of this figure was not Fu Shiyan's own. Instead, it was meticulously constructed using the power of the Domain of Illusion and Reality, combined with the memory of a certain celebrity from his past life.
His features were clear and open, and a faint, noncommittal smile hung at the corner of his mouth, making him look both unfamiliar and yet strangely difficult to dislike.
However, the appearance of this figure was nothing less than a fuse that ignited a wildfire for the current Yue Guan!
The grievance and fury of being controlled by the illusion for so long, having his privacy pried into, and being toyed with in the palm of another's hand instantly found a clear, visible outlet!
"A rat hiding its head and showing its tail! Die for me!!!"
A fierce light flashed violently in Yue Guan's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, the surging spirit power around his body erupted like a flash flood bursting a dam!
A dazzling and brilliant golden light shot into the sky, reflecting him like a golden god of war!
"Ninth Spirit Ability--Chrysanthemum Splintering, Wounds Filling the Ground, Flowers Wither and Men's Hearts Shatter!"
He shrieked and roared, his voice slightly distorted by his extreme rage!
Behind him, the massive phantom of the Velvet Sky-Reaching Chrysanthemum instantly bloomed to its limit. Immediately afterward, countless giant golden chrysanthemum petals, which condensed terrifying spirit power and possessed razor-sharp edges, swept out like a storm. Accompanied by a shrill sound of tearing through the air, they blanketed the sky and crashed toward the newly formed green-robed phantom!
This strike was a full-power blow launched from Yue Guan's fury, representing the peak might of a Rank 95 Titled Douluo, sufficient to level a small mountaintop!
However--
Faced with this terrifying attack that could instantly reduce any spirit master below a Spirit Douluo to dust, not even the hem of the green-robed phantom's clothes fluttered.
The menacing storm of golden petals, upon touching the space a foot in front of him, was like passing through an illusory reflection of the moon in water or flowers in a mirror.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor was there the roar of colliding spirit power.
Those petals, which contained destructive power, actually penetrated the phantom's body without any resistance, like light passing through transparent crystal glass. They then continued to shoot forward, ultimately dissipating into the illusionary mountain forest mist in the distance, failing to rouse even a single ripple.
The phantom still stood there quietly, as if Yue Guan's Ninth Spirit Ability, which was powerful enough to shatter mountains and crack rocks, was merely an inconsequential breeze.
"How... How is this possible?!"
Yue Guan's pupils shrank sharply, his face filled with disbelief.
He clearly felt that his spirit ability had indeed been unleashed and had hit the target, but the feedback he received felt like striking empty space with a full-force punch. That uncomfortable sensation of striking nothingness caused the blood in his chest to churn.
Following that, refusing to accept his plight, he continued to launch attacks!
"Fifth Spirit Ability: Gathering of Cold Pistils!"
"Sixth Spirit Ability: Golden Stamens Overflowing with Radiant Clouds!"
"Seventh Spirit Ability: Martial Soul Avatar!"
Yue Guan seemed frantic. Powerful spirit abilities were launched one after another without pause, and the golden chrysanthemum petals cut the mountain forest within a hundred-zhang radius to pieces, leaving it in a complete mess.
Yet, no matter how fierce or tricky his attacks were, the green-robed phantom always stood firmly on the spot, as if placed in another parallel space. All the spirit power and petals could only pass through his body in vain, unable to cause even the slightest damage.
Even the ground beneath his feet and the stone wall behind him cracked and shattered in the aftermath of Yue Guan's attacks. Only the small area where he stood remained perfectly intact and untainted by dust.
This absolute feeling of power hitting nothing, this grievance of exhausting all his strength yet failing to even touch the hem of the opponent's clothes, made Yue Guan so angry he almost spat blood!
His face turned ashen, his chest heaved violently, and pointing at the phantom with fingers that trembled slightly, he shrieked, "What... What kind of sorcery is this?!"
The green-robed phantom finally made a move.
He did not answer Yue Guan's question, but merely shook his head slightly. Then, he slowly turned around, with his back to the frantic Yue Guan, and walked slowly toward the mist ahead that had been churned into a chaotic mess by the aftermath of the attacks.
As he walked, his peaceful yet crystal-clear voice drifted over, echoing directly in Yue Guan's heart: "Your Excellency Yue Guan, there is no need to be in a hurry to grow angry."
"I harbor no ill intent. Moreover, in this place, Your Excellency's power cannot harm me in the slightest for the time being."
"Rather than wasting your spirit power in vain and letting anger attack your heart, why not calm your mind for a moment and sit down for a chat?"
As his voice fell, the surrounding environment, which had been ravaged and broken by Yue Guan's spirit abilities, suddenly rippled like water waves.
The cracked earth merged silently, the shattered rocks rolled back and reassembled, and the permeating smoke and overflowing golden light dissipated rapidly like an ebbing tide.
In just a few breaths, the scene had completely changed!
Yue Guan found that he was no longer in that mountain forest, but standing atop an isolated peak!
All around, a sea of clouds churned, and in the distance, the mountains looked like dark indigo, outlining a winding and undulating silhouette under the glow of the setting sun, grand yet desolate.
The peak was flat like a terrace, and on the smooth rocky ground, an ancient stone table and two stone stools had appeared at some unknown point.
On the stone table, a simple and elegant set of celadon tea utensils was neatly arranged. A small red clay stove was burning with a faint blue flame, and from the copper kettle spout on the stove, white water vapor was already curling up, making a slight "sizzling" sound.
Meanwhile, the green-robed phantom was already seated on one of the stone stools. He reached out to lift the copper kettle and poured hot water into two teacups.
The steam billowed, and the fragrance of tea diffused along with it.
Only after finishing this did the phantom look up, gazing at Yue Guan who was still standing blankly on the spot with a face full of alarm and uncertainty. He reached out his hand and pointed to the opposite stone stool, his movement natural and casual, as if inviting an old friend reunited after a long separation: "Your Excellency, please sit."
At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, Yue Guan caught sight of the phantom of the gentle, orange-haired woman, which had been standing quietly not far away. It quietly shattered like a bubble, turning into specks of flowing light, completely dissipating into the clear breeze and twilight of the mountaintop, leaving no trace behind.
With the dissipation of that figure, Yue Guan's heart suddenly went empty, and then it was filled with deeper vigilance and a sense of powerlessness.
He understood completely now.
The person before his eyes was truly just an illusion formed by the opponent manipulating this bizarre domain.
All of his attacks, which seemed to be directed at him, had actually hit the domain itself--or rather, they had hit empty space.
As long as this domain remained unbroken, and as long as the opponent wished, they could condense countless such phantoms at any time, while he--
He did not even know where the opponent's true body was.
Continuing to attack, aside from wasting spirit power and highlighting his own wretchedness and incompetence, was utterly meaningless.