"How can't we see the end yet? Can we really get out of here?" The woman in yellow from the willow boat complained, gazing at the endless dunes.

  Another woman in pink clothes followed and said: "Yes, where is this place after all? We can't keep walking like this, can we?"

  "Shut up! If you want to get out of here alive, stop talking nonsense. Or, I'll set you free right now?" The black-robed cultivator's gaze swept over them coldly after the foundation period.

  The two women suddenly fell silent, dragging their increasingly heavy footsteps forward.

  Mo Qing dust pursed his lips, here is fundamentally unable to fly, the crowd has been walking in this vast desert for several days, even if the foundation repair monk can avoid hunger, but looking around is the same scenery, and do not know when it will end, this kind of mental pressure is extremely great.

  But at such moments, we can't afford to lose confidence. Many times it's not external factors that defeat a person, but their own weak willpower.

  Mo Qingchen glanced at Mo Lianluo, a determined look flashing across her face. No matter what, she trusted Mo Lianluo's skills in array formation. With the Dingxing Pan in hand, the direction shouldn't be wrong. As long as they walked in one direction, there would eventually be a day when they could leave.

  The black-clad man's eyes flickered after the foundation was laid. After spending several days together, he increasingly felt that the three women might not be their accomplices.

  He observed that in the past few days, they had been rushing on their journey, and even some of his companions' faces showed a hint of anxiety. The several female cultivators were complaining incessantly, and one of them was pretending to be weak, which moved one of his companions to pity and cherish her. Only these three women did not seem superior to others in any other aspect, but their expressions, whether firm, calm, or serene, showed extremely good quality.

  If one person is like that, it might be their personality, but if three are like that, then it can only be concluded that the sect or family they belong to has given them a common trait.

  The black-clothed leader's thoughts had undergone a subtle change. Mo Lian looked at the fixed star plate and gazed up at the sky.

  "What's wrong, Mo Shijie?" Mo Qingchen asked in a low voice, and others also looked at her.

  Mo Li's expression was hesitant as she bit her dry lips: "I feel like something is strange!"

  "What's strange?" The black-clothed leader of the late Foundation Building stage asked bluntly.

  Mo Lian swept a cold glance at him, then turned to Mo Qingchen and the others: "I also can't explain it clearly, this Ding Xing Pan was personally refined by me, it shouldn't go wrong, but I just feel vaguely that there's something wrong."

  Mo Qingchen and Duan Qingge exchanged a glance, others didn't know, but they understood that Mo Lian had an innate talent in this aspect, her current array attainments were something that many Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn't compare to.

  "You're not mistaken, are you? Did we walk all these days for nothing?" the woman in yellow exclaimed.

  Mo Lian's eyes turned cold as she swept her gaze over him: "Shut up, if you say one more word, I won't mind letting you off right now!"

  "You, you think you're who? You've just started building your foundation!"

  The ink fell on her face mask with cold frost, but she suddenly smiled: "Why don't we try?"

  The woman in yellow was out of breath and just about to speak when she was pulled back by the woman in purple, who turned her head to say to Mo Lian, "Sister, we're all our own people, why make a joke for outsiders to see? You tell me, isn't that right?"

  Mo Lian gave her a cold stare without saying a word.

  The three of them had private exchanges, the black-clad side was much stronger, and if they were to separate, they would inevitably be at a disadvantage, so no matter what, they could only temporarily maintain this balance.

  In this desert, not only is the sun scorching, but waves of hot wind will also blow up, rolling up fine sand to hit people, even if it's a foundation repair monk who has been here for a long time, they can't bear it.

  Liu Lingzhi suddenly fell to the ground with a thud after walking for another period of time.

  "Master sister, she has fainted, what should we do?" The woman in pink clothes bent down to check Liu Lingzhi's condition.

  Mo Qingchen clenched her fist slightly, she had been secretly paying attention to Liu Lingzhi these days, but saw that she was reluctant to recognize herself, and now what situation is unknown, so pretend not to know.

  The woman in purple took out a bottle of dan medicine and said: "Feed it to her, no matter what, she can't die!"

  "Yes." The woman in pink took over the jade bottle and scooped out a red pill to feed Liu Lingzhi.

  The black-clothed leader glanced at Liu Lingzhi's pale face, then swept his gaze over the women, a glint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

  "Cough cough." After taking the medicine, Liu Lingzhi slowly woke up, her eyes seemingly without focus, numbly getting up to continue walking forward.

  What had the lively and cheerful girl from back then experienced to become like this, and what grudge did the women of He Huan Zong and these black-clothed cultivators have that they pursued her relentlessly?

  Will they be able to get out of here, or will this group of black-robed monks take ruthless action against them? What about the three of them, if they are heartless and cruel, won't they also silence them by killing them?

  Another whole day passed, and the endless yellow sand still couldn't be seen. The woman in pink clothes fell to the ground with a thud.

  The woman in yellow rushed forward to support her, but was pushed away by the woman in pink. She sobbed and cried: "I won't go anymore, I won't go anymore! This is endless, it's better to die here than to be exhausted to death!"

  The woman's spirit suddenly collapsed completely.

  The black-clothed leader's hand shone with a ray of light, just about to take in the female cultivator, when he heard a mournful cry from the pink-clothed female cultivator.

  Everyone was staring at her, and after hearing her scream, they saw her turn into a desiccated corpse at an extremely fast speed, with a desperate expression still on her face.

  "Big Sister!" Except for Liu Lingzhi's numb face, the other two girls cried out in panic.

  The woman in purple clothes looked pale and frightened, staring at the dead woman in pink clothes.

  Looking at that terrifying corpse, Mo Qingchen's scalp went numb. Who would have thought that the lively and charming woman from just a moment ago would turn into this in an instant?

  Mo Lian fell into a daze, staring at the corpse, and suddenly shouted: "I understand, I understand, this is an illusion, everything we see is an illusion!"

  "Illusion? Speak clearly!" The black-clothed leader rebuked.

  Mo Lian ignored his attitude and continued: "I've always felt that something was off. This fixed star plate shows the direction, but it has a strange discordant feeling with my own sense of direction. It turns out that we have been in an illusion all along, and maybe after walking for so many days, we are still circling around the same place!"

  "How, how did she end up like this?" The purple-robed female cultivator asked in a trembling voice, she really didn't dare to believe that there was such a realistic illusion.

  Mo Lian glanced at the corpse with disdain and said, "So-called illusions are rarely naturally generated. Either a cultivator has inhaled some hallucinogenic substance or it's because of an illusion array. We suddenly appeared here, I think the most likely reason is that we triggered the array prohibition here, which led us to fall into the illusion. As for her, she probably had a mental breakdown and thought she would die here, coincidentally aligning with the Dao, and the illusion array was used to kill her."

  Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in unison, especially the female cultivators, who looked pale with fear and cried out: "What can we do?"

  "What can be done? Besides holding on to one's will and determination, there is no other way." Mo Lian said calmly.

  "I don't care how she died, I only care about how to get out!" The leader in black said word by word.

  Mo Lian glared at him sideways: "I advise you to improve your attitude, don't rely on your high cultivation to boss us around, I didn't have the responsibility to tell you how to get out in the first place!"

  "You!" The black-clad leader was extremely enraged, but he forcibly restrained himself.

  Array method, alchemy, instrument refinement and talisman creation require a lot of specialized knowledge and experience, as well as indispensable talent. Except for those Yuan Ying cultivators who have plenty of time, the vast majority of cultivators do not have the time and conditions to study this. This illusion is so brilliant that it is by no means an easy-to-break array method. At this moment, he can only rely on this female cultivator who seems to be quite proficient in array methods.

  "To be honest, this formation is probably extremely profound and not something I can comprehend with my current cultivation. I can only do my best." Mo Lian said as he looked at the Ding Xing Pan again and stood in place, gazing around him.

  The sky has darkened now, with a few stars scattered across the night sky, bringing a hint of coolness to the scorching desert.

  All of this was so real, no wonder it wasn't until now that everyone realized it was an illusion.

  Ink falls with hands upturned gazing at the sky, the stars twinkling across the sky, shining on the yellow sand below like golden grains.

  "No matter how brilliant the illusion, there will always be a flaw." Murmured Mo Lian, this was what her great ancestor had said to her when she first started learning about array techniques.

  Then, she gazed at a starry sky and stopped for a long time. After a while, her eyes suddenly narrowed, and she took out the Heaven-shaking Hammer and threw it into the air. With a loud crash, the entire sky began to distort. Immediately afterwards, everyone's eyes were dazzled, and when they opened their eyes again, they found that the place was still covered with yellow sand, the only difference being that it had changed from last night's darkness to today's clear blue sky.

  Before anyone could speak, the sandy ground beneath their feet suddenly shook, and then yellow sand surged forth like a tidal wave, as if to bury everyone.

  "What's going on?" a woman shouted.

  At this moment, no one answered her, each took out their magic tools to resist the quicksand, and it wasn't until a long while later that the wind and sand finally calmed down.

  Mo Qingchen found that although Liu Lingzhi looked numb, her ability to respond was not weak. In the situation where she deliberately resisted some of the quicksand, she was unscathed.

  It was the female cultivator in the feathered cloak who had spoken up earlier, and she was now in a very sorry state. If it weren't for the black-clothed leader not wanting to lose any more manpower pulling her back, she would have probably been buried in the quicksand by now.

  "Moy Dao You, what's going on here? What have you done?" the black-clothed leader asked, his tone softer despite his harsh words.

  Mo Lian furrowed her brow: "I found a weakness and broke through the illusion array."

  "It's broken, why are we still here?" The woman in purple clothes asked in confusion.

  Mo Liao looked into the distance and sighed: "Because... this is a killing array! Our current location is no longer an illusion, but a real killing array!"