What do I see?

Burial Moon Forest!

At some point, the dense fog behind them suddenly thinned, and through them, the Burial Moon Forest on the other side was faintly visible.

"Do you want to go over?"

I asked myself in my mind that direction might well be an exit, the key to whether I could get out of the cloud wall.

However, the previous incident had already made me doubt my own judgment too much, and I decided to ignore it for the time being, and see how it changed.

Sure enough, as I calmed down, the inexplicable fear I had felt earlier due to restlessness no longer appeared.

There was still a dead silence all around, but that was all, and I felt like I was sitting alone in the vacuum of the universe.

It's a pity that the scenery here is not as brilliant as the starry sky.

Sure enough, just as I was staring at the "Burial Moon Forest" in the distance for a moment, suddenly a burst of white mist surged, and the thin fog in front of me disappeared, and the scenery of the Burial Moon Forest was no longer visible.

I didn't feel like I was being moved during the whole process, so the logical judgment of the white fog was not very clear.

As for whether the scene of the Burial Moon Forest in the distance is real, my heart is even more unremarkable.

Either way, let's wait and see how things evolve next.

As the minutes ticked by, I had to calm myself down, not thinking about the anxiously waiting outside, not thinking about the castle lord who would come to my rescue, and not thinking about the hustle and bustle that might happen when the Eastern Fort learned the news.

Strange to say, when I completely emptied myself, the fog around me never changed.

The fog contracted and swelled in an orderly manner, but it did not become thinner in any direction, and nothing appeared.

As if what I had seen before was a projection in my mind, I thought that the young man might be looking for me, so she appeared.

I inadvertently thought of the Burial Moon Forest, so, I saw the Burial Moon Forest.

I finally understood why I couldn't get to the edge of the "untimely death", no matter how fast I was.

Because this is simply some manifestation of the illusion in the mind.

It doesn't exist!

Although I had this realization in my heart, I still had to go through verification, so I began to feel anxious, wondering if I was also swallowed up by the cloud wall......

Sure enough, at the moment I thought of it, the fog on my left side began to thin out, and I could vaguely see a pink figure not far away who was hurrying around in the thick white fog, anxious.

Isn't it just dying!

The "untimely death" looks extraordinarily real, a smile and a smile are fully displayed, every move is scorching, all kinds of emotions are mixed in it, bright and moving and I see pity at the same time, and the distance is the most touching soul.

Except for her appearance at the beginning, which was what I thought in my heart, the subsequent series of actions, expressions, actions, and actions were all derived from the dense fog on its own, but it completely followed the habits of life in the depths of my memory, and there was no trace of falsehood at all.

"What a fantasy world, it's amazing!"

This time, I resisted my inner impulse and didn't go to recognize "Untimely Death", because I knew that I would never be able to reach that place.

Under the thick white fog, the direction is already unrecognizable, and it is likely that a rash move will go deeper and deeper into the cloud wall, and as for what danger there is, it is unknown.

Moreover, even if there is no danger, this process of constantly turning the most undeceivable pure memories into phantoms in the depths of a person's heart, inducing the entrant to keep searching, can drive a person crazy and eventually die here.

It is worthy of the phantom array, how many heroes and heroes are stumped by the word "sleepy"!

No long guns and short cannons, no sharp blades, no thunder, no fire on the earth, never confronting you head-on, but they are always entangled, consume your life, and overdraft your soul.

It is a soft rope, a quagmire, the stronger the entrant is, the deeper he is trapped, and eventually he will die in his own waste!

It's like doing nothing, just simply putting a rope around a person's neck, or digging a quagmire under his feet, and finally the entrant himself suffocates himself in a panic, and it's very wicked.

After realizing all this, I couldn't help but be amazed by the flexible design of this formation, and imagined that if there is still a chance in the future, no, if there is a future, I must try my best to learn more about the formation.

Especially this illusion trap, it's my nemesis!

At the same time, my heart is becoming more and more calm, and with my current state and means, it seems that there is no way to get out of here.

Looking at the thick white fog that kept rolling around me, I even thought of memory deception in my desperation.

For example, if you do the opposite, try to imagine in your mind a scene from the depths of the cloud wall, and you may be able to get out.

But I haven't been there, and I can't transmogrify at all.

On the other hand, the mind of its builder can be seen in the dexterity of this vast white mist, and I don't believe he would have taken this into account.

And, more crucially, I envisioned that no matter which illusion I went towards, I would eventually go deeper and deeper into the cloud wall.

Only by walking towards the illusion in the depths of the cloud wall may be able to go the opposite way and return to the outside world.

But after all, this kind of thinking has no factual basis to rely on, it is like a castle in the air, illusory, and it is very likely to be a kind of self-deception fantasy comfort.

At least in my own shoes, I wouldn't allow such a flaw of intellect to stay.

Slowly, the untimely phantom in front of him also disappeared, and soon after that appeared was Xi Jing.

She was not far from my right-hand side, and she was playing by herself, and she was having fun.

Suddenly, she looked back at me, and she was about to jump up with joy, and the excitement in her eyes was really undisguised, like a lost child finally seeing his relatives, and a separated young beast finding its parents again, not to mention making people worry a lot.

She smiled and opened her arms, letting the tears that kept flowing from her eyes cross her cheeks, and the whole person instantly cried like a big cat, constantly calling "Brother Xiaotian", and ran towards me step by step.

This scene made my heart ache, and I wanted to get up and go to meet her.

Although I knew that all this was false, I still had a trace of delusion in my heart—if, if I found "one" in this illusion. So, if I bring her back, can I become a real Jingjing?

I don't know, because I don't have the energy to think about it at this point, and before I can really make a decision, she disappears into the thick white mist.

The duration of this phantom is extraordinarily short, as if this formation is deliberately grinding, touching your heartache, tempting your heartache, and finally making you fall into endless helplessness and remorse.

It's so annoying!