Chapter 1400: Continue to Exist

th Dao Demon. Moreover, unlike you and me, he was sealed by a demon tamer!"But now it seems, his true power is comparable to yours and mine!If Jiang Yun could hear Wu Yang's words, he would discover t...The speaker, naturally, is this figure.

However, there was a hollowness in his voice that felt strange to everyone listening. It was impossible to tell who he was just from the sound of his voice.

And his body seemed to be condensed from water, with ripples constantly rippling across him, making it impossible for anyone to see his features.

In this day and age where almost everything is broken, even time seems to have come to a standstill, the sudden appearance of this figure naturally caused everyone's faces to be filled with surprise. No one knew who this mysterious person was or what they were about.

Only Lü Lun, after a moment of stunned silence, suddenly understood. He pointed at the figure and blurted out, "You are the spirit of the sacred artifact of the Waste Clan! This illusionary realm is what you have created!"

Only Gingercloud could truly understand what Lülun meant by that.

He himself, in the Land of Fallen Boundaries, was able to awaken the artifact of the Wilderness Clan by comprehending the Wilderness Clan's inscriptions. This opened up the Nine Lands of Extinction.

Thus, the entire illusion came into being, with the birth of illusory beings like Huang Junyan and his master.

At this very moment, the one who can remain unaffected by this shattered void must be the artifact of the Wilderness Clan that set up this illusion, the spirit of the Five Peaks of the Great Wilderness!

Originally, this illusion shouldn't have ended this soon, but even the spirit of the artifact probably didn't expect that at the last moment, Huang Junyan would break through to the Eleventh Wilderness Realm. As a result, the illusion couldn't bear his powerful aura and began to collapse.

...and the collision of the heaven and earth altar, with Jiang Yun mobilizing the nine clan sacred artifacts and Dongfang Bo's soul as a Daoist offering.

The combination of the two ultimately caused this illusion to completely collapse, forcing it to end prematurely.

Naturally, this also led to the appearance of the artifacts spirits of the Wild Tribe.

However, of the few people present, no one knew who the spirit of the sacred artifact of the Wild Clan was, whether it was also playing a role in this illusion, or even if it was someone standing beside them.

This figure did not respond to Lü Lun's words. Although his appearance was unseen, everyone could clearly feel his gaze, fixed directly on Huang Junyan!

At this moment, Hou Junyan's eleventh desolate pattern, which had just been born between his brows, had disappeared without a trace. He was also staring intently at this figure.

A moment later, Hou Junyan spoke first in a cold voice: "The fact that I'm still standing here proves that I'm real!"

"But even though I really hope you're real, you're really not!" the figure shook its head gently.

"Show me the proof!" Huáng Jūn yàn's eyes flashed coldly.

A figure suddenly turned around and faced Jiang Yun, saying: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, I wonder if you could prove to the Clan Chief of the Wilderness that he is a fake!"

Hearing that the other party asked her to stand up and explain to Huang Junyan, Jiang Yun couldn't help but be a little surprised.

But in the end, Jiang Yun still nodded and looked at Huang Junyan: “Chief Huang, in fact, there is no need for anyone to prove anything to you because you are clearer than anyone else that all of this is false.”

"Your kin, your enemies, yourself, and even this entire world are all fake!"

Suddenly, Huang Junyan roared, "Ridiculous! They are all real, truly real! They were just destroyed by my aura!"

Jiang Yun shook his head and said, "If you really insist on believing all of this is true, then why are you unwilling to let this war end Why are you unwilling to let Dao Zun die"

Because, you know, once the war is over, the illusion will vanish, and you and your people will disappear completely with it!

Saying this, a look of sympathy appeared on Ginger Cloud's face.

Huang Junyan, indeed, is just a character that appears in the illusion. Compared to Man Shang and Huang Lao and others, he doesn't even have anyone playing him. He is the purest illusion!

However, as the most powerful being in the realm of illusion, he unexpectedly learned the truth about the illusory world. He realized that once the great war ended, the illusory realm would vanish, taking him and his people, everything, along with it.

This naturally made it impossible for him to accept, let alone believe, which is why he acted in so many unreasonable ways during the war.

Although Mingming possessed the ability to slay Dao Sovereigns, he only managed to hold his opponent back.

When Jiang Yun and Dao Zun were fighting, he didn't care at all. His gaze was only focused on the direction of his own clan.

Even, when he stepped forward under the final blow of Jiang Yun and Dao Zun, he was not doing so to help Dao Zun or Jiang Yun. He was ensuring a balance of power between them!

Only Jiang Yun and Dao Zun had equal strength, neither could kill nor defeat the other. Therefore, the war between the entire Divine Slayer Hall and the three major clans would never end, and this illusionary realm would continue to exist.

This is the purpose and hope of Huang Junyan!

As a fictional being, I hope that the fictional world I inhabit will not disappear...

Although this goal was truly impractical, it made Jiang Yun unable to continue speaking.

Because in Jiang Yun's eyes, Huang Junyan had blood and flesh, strong cultivation, and his own thoughts. Perhaps he was just an illusion, but he was also a life.

If there's truly a way to make Huang Junyan real and allow him to continue existing, then Jiang Yun would be willing to do it.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yun couldn't do it. And such a thing out of nothing, I'm afraid no one could do it!

Although reluctantly, Ginger Cloud had to continue speaking.

"Chieftain of the Wilderness, Jiang Mou and my elder brother are both from reality. The era we lived in is countless years away from this illusory realm, the era where you exist!"

In our time, the name Annihilation Nine Clans has long since disappeared and no one even knows of the existence of the Annihilation Nine Clans.

"Although the people of the Nine Extinction Clans did not all perish, those who survived have completely integrated into the myriad Dao realms."

However, the sacred objects of the Nine Extinct Clans still exist. This means that the world behind this illusion is called the Nine Extinct Lands!

At this point, Ginger Cloud finally stopped talking. She looked at Lord Huang calmly with tranquil eyes.

And while the anger on Huang Junyan's face gradually subsided in Jiang Yun's narration, it was completely replaced by sadness now.

After a long while, he muttered, "You said all this, actually I know it. Even before the war, I realized that this place is just an illusion!"

When I knew all of this, I couldn't believe it at all, so I tried every way to prove that my idea was wrong!

But all the evidence I've found only proves my idea is true!

"My kinsfolk, my son, my grandson, and I ourselves, all are illusions, all are false!"

"Can you imagine my despair, my fear at that time"

"I'm not afraid of death, nor am I afraid of disappearing. All I hope is that my clan, my family, my son, my grandchildren, and all my descendants, may live well, no, may exist!"

Huang Junyan's voice grew weaker and weaker, until finally it was nothing but a sob.

In this illusion, the top experts of the Eleventh Wilderness Realm are now crying softly like helpless children.

Looking at Huang Junyan, Jiang Yun took a deep breath, forcing down the discomfort in her heart, and said softly: "Actually, your grandson is still alive!"

What!

Huang Junyan's cries suddenly stopped, and he abruptly raised his head to look at Jiang Yun and said, "Is Yuan'er still alive"

Jiang Yun nodded forcefully, "Yes!"

Just as Jiang Yun was about to continue talking about Dao Yuan's matters, the figure who had always remained silent suddenly spoke again: "Actually, your son is still alive!"

First published on the Traditional Chinese Novel Networkt, Jiang Yun also without hesitation dripped a drop of his own blood into the mirror.The fresh blood was instantly absorbed by the mirror surface, and a surge of images flooded into Jiang Yun's mind,...