I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Chapter 73 The Lost Illusionary Prison

Zhang Yifan and the remaining disciples stepped into the teleportation portal. Instead of being greeted by a cold wind or blazing flames, they were met with endless darkness on the seventh floor of the Heavenly Tower.

It was as if all light sources had disappeared, as if they were in an endless void, and even the ground beneath their feet was blurry and unrecognizable.

"Where is this place..." Lin Qingzhu murmured softly, her voice tinged with unease. She reached out to touch her surroundings, but where her fingers brushed, there was only endless nothingness.

A gloomy feeling involuntarily settled over everyone's heart.

“There’s nothing here…” Zhang Yifan frowned, expanding his spiritual sense to try and explore the surrounding environment. But to his surprise, no matter how he used his spiritual sense, the darkness seemed to swallow up all his explorations, and he could not sense anything, as if they were trapped in an isolated space.

"Everyone be careful, this level may be a spiritual trial."

Ling Yunfeng calmly analyzed, his gaze warily sweeping across the surroundings, "This darkness might confuse our minds."

However, no sooner had he spoken than a low murmur suddenly arose from the darkness, as if countless people were whispering in one's ear. The sounds came and went, intermittently penetrating everyone's ears. The whispers had no specific words, but they carried an irresistible allure, drawing people in unconsciously to listen.

"What is that sound?" Lin Qingzhu's voice was tinged with fear. She covered her ears tightly, trying to block out the eerie sounds, but the sounds seemed to strike straight to her heart, echoing in her mind no matter how hard she tried.

Zhang Yifan also felt the unease brought by those whispers; the voices seemed like some invisible force, eroding their spirits.

As the whispers intensified, his thoughts began to become chaotic, and the already suppressed fear in his heart began to grow stronger.

"No...this isn't real..." Zhang Yifan shook his head violently, trying to stay awake, but the whispers became clearer and clearer.

He suddenly saw the shadows of his parents and heard them calling him from afar, as if they were trapped at the end of this darkness, waiting for him to rescue them.

"Don't listen to those sounds! They're hallucinations!"

Ling Yunfeng's angry shout jolted Zhang Yifan awake. He was startled, realizing he had almost been deceived by an illusion.

However, the other disciples were not as fortunate as Zhang Yifan.

Several disciples with weaker cultivation levels had completely fallen under the temptation of the whispers, their eyes unfocused and their faces showing an infatuated expression.

"Did you hear that? That's... my missing brother, he's calling me! He's still alive!" A disciple suddenly started running wildly, rushing into the depths of darkness, completely ignoring Ling Yunfeng's shouts.

"Come back! It's an illusion!"

Ling Yunfeng roared, but the disciple was already deaf to any advice. His body gradually disappeared into the darkness, and eventually, he could no longer be seen.

"Senior brother... I heard it... I heard my mother's voice..."

Another disciple murmured, his eyes filled with tears, his finger trembling as he pointed into the void of darkness. His feet began to move involuntarily, as if he wanted to follow that ethereal voice into the depths.

No! Wake up!

Zhang Yifan grabbed his arm tightly, trying to pull him back from the illusion, but the disciple's consciousness had been completely bewitched. He suddenly shook off Zhang Yifan's hand, his face filled with fanaticism, and rushed into the darkness, disappearing without a trace.

"These voices can lure us into the deepest illusions."

Ling Yunfeng took a deep breath, his face grim. "Everyone's deepest fears or desires will be ruthlessly magnified, eventually leading them astray and making it impossible for them to find their way back."

Zhang Yifan nodded silently, his heart growing heavier. This darkness was not only a test of the body, but also an ultimate test of the soul and will.

He could sense that this trial was far more dangerous than any of the previous ones, because it exploited the most vulnerable parts of human nature.

"Keep moving forward, we can't stop!"

Ling Yunfeng gritted his teeth and led the few remaining disciples into the darkness.

Every step felt like walking on thin air; they didn't know what awaited them ahead, or whether the next step would plunge them directly into the abyss.

As they ventured deeper, the whispers around them grew more violent, as if countless spirits were wailing in the darkness. The whispers gradually turned into roars, wave after wave, as if tearing at everyone's soul.

Everyone's expression began to become dazed, and their steps became heavy.

"I...I can't hold on any longer..." A disciple suddenly stopped, his face pale, his hands clutching his head, his expression pained.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his eyes were unfocused; he had clearly reached his limit.

"I...I give up...I can't stand these sounds anymore..."

He trembled as he took out a teleportation talisman from his storage bag, glanced at everyone in despair, and then crushed the talisman without hesitation.

The teleportation talisman emitted a faint light, carrying him away from the Heavenly Tower.

Zhang Yifan watched the disciple's departing figure, his heart filled with complex emotions.

He knew that it wasn't the disciple's fault; anyone in such an environment would be driven to the brink of collapse by endless illusions.

"Hold on!" Ling Yunfeng's voice was deep and powerful. He knew that without a strong enough will, even he himself might be swallowed up by this darkness.

As the team leader, he must remain calm and strong.

However, the whispers grew increasingly menacing, and two more disciples, unable to endure the mental torment, chose to abandon the trial.

Every time a teleportation talisman shatters, it signifies the retreat and collapse of a living being.

"Don't listen to those voices, they're just taking advantage of our weakness!"

Zhang Yifan clenched his teeth, his fingers digging deep into his palms, trying to stay awake through the pain.

But he knew he was about to give up; the whispers were getting closer and closer, as if they were trying to drill into the depths of his soul and tear him apart completely.

"Senior brother...I saw it...I saw my...child..."

Lin Qingzhu's voice trembled, her eyes glazed over. She suddenly stopped, her gaze fixed blankly on the darkness ahead.

"They're waiting for me..."

"No! That's an illusion!" Zhang Yifan shouted, grabbing Lin Qingzhu's shoulder and pulling her back from her frenzied state.

Lin Qingzhu's body trembled violently, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she shook her head and regained her senses.

"We...we can't fall!" Lin Qingzhu's voice was hoarse as she gripped Zhang Yifan's arm tightly, her eyes revealing a mixture of fear and determination.

Just as they were struggling to resist the hallucinations, a strange fluctuation suddenly came from ahead.

It was a power different from whispers; a powerful surge of spiritual energy emanated from the void ahead, as if beckoning them forward.

"There... there's a fluctuation of spiritual energy!" Zhang Yifan's expression brightened, as if he had found new hope. He knew that once a fluctuation of spiritual energy appeared in this darkness, it was very likely the exit from this trial.

"Quick, follow the fluctuations of spiritual energy!" Ling Yunfeng also sensed the fluctuations, his eyes revealing a hint of tension and hope. He led the few remaining disciples towards the direction of the spiritual energy fluctuations. The whispers around them still lingered in their ears, but at this moment, they seemed to see the light ahead.

As they advanced, the fluctuations in spiritual energy became increasingly clear.

Finally, they crossed the boundary of darkness, and a vast space opened up before them.

This was a dilapidated hall, filled with a thick, decaying stench.

Towering stone pillars support the dilapidated dome, and broken stone statues and steles are scattered everywhere. The floor inside the hall is covered with a thick layer of dust, as if no one has set foot there for countless years.

"Finally... we've made it out." Zhang Yifan breathed a long sigh of relief, looking around at the scenery, a surge of indescribable joy welling up in his heart.

He felt as if he had been through a dream that lasted for years, every step so heavy, but in the end they overcame their inner fears and emerged from this dark maze.

"This trial is truly more difficult than ever before."

Ling Yunfeng also breathed a sigh of relief. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He knew that if it weren't for everyone's persistence and cooperation, they might never have been able to escape that illusion.

“Master, what should we do now…” Lin Qingzhu looked at Ling Yunfeng, her eyes filled with respect and gratitude.

During this trial, she witnessed the resilience and wisdom of her senior brothers and gained a deeper understanding of her responsibilities and mission within the team.

“Let’s keep going.” Ling Yunfeng nodded. He knew that each level of the Heavenly Tower was testing their will and wisdom.

On this endless road, the only way out is to keep moving forward until final victory.

Zhang Yifan and the other disciples nodded silently. They regrouped and prepared to face the challenge of the next level of the Heavenly Tower.

Every step is a test, and every victory is a breakthrough. They know that only by moving forward can they achieve final victory.