Han Tianyi’s Illusion Trial!
19: Chapter 19: Who Could Not Love Thor?
Han Tianyi’s Illusion Trial!
Chapter 19: Who Could Not Love Thor?
Han Tianyi’s Illusion Trial!
Bai Yuan shook his head and swayed his body, gesturing with sword moves while humming a song that was completely out of tune: “Mean, I’ll go, I’ll fall in love instantly—with—Thor—!” At the climax, he swung his sword fiercely, his voice suddenly rising: “watchin’ it burn——” “Ah ah ah ah ah——” That “ah ah ah ah” was dragged out long and sharp, bouncing back and forth in the empty training field, the lingering sound echoing for a long time.
Bai Yuan, completely oblivious, continued to swing his sword and hum, happily carrying out his basic cultivation.
He was entirely unaware that at the entrance of the training field, Leng Yaozhu had already been standing there for quite a while.
With her arms crossed, she expressionlessly watched the figure inside who was dancing and gesturing in self-intoxication, her eyes practically screaming several words.
Who am I, where am I.
This child…
what is he doing?
Has he gone mad?
Leng Yaozhu took a deep breath, her mouth twitching, and couldn’t help but let out a cough.
“Ahem, ahem.” No reaction.
Bai Yuan was still there “watchin’ it burn!!!——”.
His voice grew louder and louder as he became more invested, completely immersed in his own World.
Leng Yaozhu’s eyelid twitched.
“AHEM, AHEM!!!” This time she added Soul Power, and her voice exploded in the training field like a muffled thunderclap, even making the air vibrate.
Bai Yuan’s body stiffened, and he whipped his head around.
Seeing Leng Yaozhu standing at the door, his pupils shrank.
In the next second, he quickly sheathed his sword, straightened his back, and put on a blank expression with clear eyes, the movements performed in one smooth motion.
It was as if the person dancing and gesturing just now had nothing to do with him.
“Teacher,” he asked with a serious face, “what’s wrong?” Leng Yaozhu: “…What were you doing just now?” “Cultivating.” Bai Yuan’s expression didn’t change.
“Cultivating very seriously.” Leng Yaozhu stared at him for three seconds, eventually deciding not to delve into the matter.
Forget it, the child is still young; even if he’s crazy, it can be treated.
“I need to go to the East Sea.” She withdrew her gaze, her tone returning to its usual efficiency.
“Today, you go to Elder Han’s place for class first, understood?” East Sea?
Could it be?” No, the timeline doesn’t match up!
Bai Yuan’s eyes lit up: “Understood!” Leng Yaozhu saw the expectation in his eyes, nodded slightly, and added: “Learn more from him, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.” Bai Yuan nodded repeatedly and was about to agree when he heard Leng Yaozhu’s tone shift, becoming somewhat solemn: “Han Tianyi, Level 98 Super Douluo, Martial Soul: Brain.
The number one person in the Spirit Pagoda’s mental realm, his mental force surpasses the vast majority of Limit Douluo.
You heard right, it surpasses those Level 99 Limit Douluo.” Bai Yuan’s heart jolted.
mental force surpassing Limit Douluo, this was another freak of a candidate.
Leng Yaozhu continued: “Four-Word Battle Armor Master, Rank 9 Mecha Repair Master.
With just these few titles, you won’t find many like him in the entire continent.
Back then, Qiangu Dongfeng took him to Shrek Academy for a match.
He head-on defeated the Vice Principal of Shrek’s Inner Court, the Yin Xun Douluo, Tang Yinmeng.” The Vice Principal of Shrek’s Inner Court—that was one of the small handful of people standing at the very top of the continent.
Han Tianyi being able to win meant that this old man was not only a freak in terms of mental force, but also no slouch in actual combat.
“So you learn from him,” Leng Yaozhu looked at him, “at least regarding mental force, I won’t have found the wrong person for you.” “Also, I’ll reveal one more piece of information to you.” “What is it, Teacher?” “He used to be from the Body Sect.
Although yours is not a Body Martial Soul, learning some of his methods will definitely be useful to you.” If she hadn’t said it, Bai Yuan would have almost forgotten.
He thought back for a moment.
Han Tianyi had been a high-level member of the Body Sect in this current era, but later joined the Spirit Pagoda for certain reasons.
Bai Yuan took a deep breath and nodded seriously: “Understood.
Rest assured, Teacher, I will study well with Elder Han.” Leng Yaozhu glanced at him, said no more, and turned to walk toward the door.
After taking two steps, she stopped again and dropped a sentence without looking back: “When you’re cultivating, don’t sing.” Bai Yuan: “…” He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately closed it obediently.
Only when Leng Yaozhu’s figure completely disappeared at the end of the corridor did he whisper a mutter: “I think I sing quite well…” …
The elevator doors opened, and Bai Yuan stepped onto the seventy-eighth floor.
The Illusion Space was still as dreamlike as ever, with fluorescent light flowing and shadows shifting.
He looked around but didn’t see Han Tianyi’s figure.
The white-haired old man wasn’t in yesterday’s spot; the entire space was empty, with only those flowing lights and shadows breathing silently.
“Elder Han?” Bai Yuan called out tentatively.
His voice echoed in the empty space, but there was no response.
“Elder Han, I’ve come to visit again today.
Teacher said to come here to learn from you,” Before he could finish.
“Oh?” The voice came from behind, old and carrying a hint of playfulness.
Bai Yuan whipped around; no one was there.
“I never promised that girl that I would—” The voice dropped from overhead.
Bai Yuan looked up.
An illusory figure sat cross-legged in mid-air, white hair fluttering, looking down at him.
“Teach you.” Before the words had even faded, the illusory figure vanished.
In the next second, another Han Tianyi appeared on the left, tilting his head to look at him; Another one popped up on the right, dangling his legs; Two more were behind him, huddling together and whispering, occasionally casting scrutinizing glances his way.
Five or six Han Tianyis surrounded Bai Yuan from different directions and angles.
Some were upside down on the ceiling, some were half-embedded in the floor, and one was simply floating three feet in front of him, his nose almost touching Bai Yuan’s face.
Bai Yuan: “…” He took a deep breath, neither retreating nor panicking, but simply bowed slightly, his tone respectful yet neither humble nor pushy: “Elder Han, please test me.
Anything will do.” All the illusions vanished simultaneously.
Only one Han Tianyi remained, sitting steadily three meters in front of him, as if he had never moved.
Those bright eyes stared at Bai Yuan, a flash of satisfaction flickering in their depths.
“Fine, you said it.” He gave a grand wave of his hand.
Bai Yuan only felt a blur before his eyes as the ground beneath him vanished.
The surrounding Illusion Space seemed to be torn apart from the middle, with fluorescence exploding and light and shadow reversing.
An irresistible force swept him inside.
By the time he regained his senses, he was no longer in the corridor.
Beneath his feet was dark red soil, cracked and scorching, with dark red light seeping from the fissures like the earth was bleeding.
The sky above was terrifyingly gloomy, with thick clouds hanging low; there was no sun, no stars.
There was only a gray-black expanse so oppressive it was suffocating.
The air was thick with the smell of blood.
In the distance, countless figures could be vaguely seen fighting, roaring, and falling.
The clashing of weapons, the explosion of Martial Soul abilities, screams, and bellows blended into a deafening wave of sound that rushed toward him.
Bai Yuan’s pupils shrank slightly.
An Asura Field.
This wasn’t an illusion—no, it was an illusion, but it was terrifyingly real.
He could feel the temperature of the ground beneath him, smell the blood in the air, and hear those sounds of slaughter exploding against his eardrums.
Han Tianyi’s voice came from deep within the sky, neither hurried nor slow: “The trial begins.
Survive, and you’ll pass the first stage.”