He looked around, feeling unusually calm in his heart, and silently picked up the plate of food he had made from the ground.

He is now inside a huge palace, in the center of about a hundred low tables arranged in a circle.

Different kinds of delicacies are placed on each low table.

In front of the table, there were also unknown and terrifying ghosts sitting on the floor.

Right in front of him, sitting on a large high platform, was a middle-aged man dressed in the attire of an ancient emperor.

Wang He's location was in the center where it was easy for these ghosts to observe him.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but in reality, he took off his hijab and took a delicious bite of the cheese-baked vegetables he made.

The originally silent world suddenly started to talk because of his incredible actions.

"Is this guy human? He looks familiar."

"It doesn't smell like it? But it looks delicious."

"What is he doing?"

…

"quiet!"

The middle-aged man who looked like an ancient emperor suddenly spoke, and his voice sounded like thunder.

Suddenly, except for Wang He's chewing sound, there was no sound at all.

"Kaiyang Xingjun, we are familiar with each other, so why should we be secretive? If you don't come in, I will personally invite you in." The middle-aged man revealed Wang He's identity.

After hearing this, Wang He took off the hood of his cloak and revealed his face.

"Where is the cover between familiarity?" Wang He put down the tableware.

"Your cultivation has become increasingly sophisticated, and you have made this illusion so vivid that even I almost fell into it." Wang He said casually.

"It's a pity that you still underestimated me." Wang He stared at the middle-aged man closely.

From the moment the man tore apart the space and then instantly reversed the posture of the world, Wang He guessed the commonly used trick in this Xianxia game - the formation.

Whether it's the previous ghost hitting the wall or the changed posture of the world after being suddenly teleported to other places, the direction of the cause is leading to the illusion and formation.

The middle-aged man made a mistake.

It was impossible for him to capture Wang He and the props he placed on the ground among the ghosts in the palace at the same time.

If, as he said, it was just to catch him, would it be necessary to expend mana to bring a plate of food and a bunch of messy seasoning props across i?

In reality, the position of the objects Wang He took out from the space did not change.

What has changed is the overall environment.

So, he made an inference.

This inference triggered riots.

The hundred ghosts in front of the low table suddenly stood up in a frenzy and attacked Wang He with endless killing spies.

Wang He smiled, and the "illumination" light group floating above his head exploded instantly, turning into a radiant cover that surrounded him i.

Looking out from the defense layer that exuded a pure light, those ghosts completely disappeared from Wang He's sight.

He was still on the original cliff.

The only thing that has changed is that the huge black sun has completely disappeared.

An arch bridge standing on the cliff suddenly appeared where it was before.

At the end of the arch bridge, there is an open door.
Chapter completed!