Black fog would seep into Meng Chuan's body every step he took up the altar. The illusions continued to increase in potency.
Countless illusions attacked his mind, yanking Meng Chuan's consciousness so that he would fall into an abyss.
No one can stop me. If I can't even destroy illusions, how can I kill all demons? Meng Chuan's condensed will was like a saber. This saber was for demon-slaying, so he wanted to slice through the obstructions on his cultivation path.
He continued to advance with great difficulty, but as he advanced, the black fog grew thicker. The illusions' influence on his body and consciousness grew stronger. Even though his will was like a blade, his consciousness was shrouded by the illusions.
When his memories were muddled up, the illusions became more realistic. He gradually lost his perception of his body.
Boom!
An invisible force appeared in his mind.