บท 2301: 1057, my flesh doesn't taste good...

Bearing the immense body of a Pixiu, Han Muye had traveled a thousand miles before he finally stopped.

Looking back towards where he came from, his eyes revealed depth.

Those two figures that appeared before him seemed strangely unreal.

Yet, this unreality was not the same as the unreality of Divine Realm cultivators or creator-level beings when their Origin Forces were suppressed—rather, it was a sense that the body itself was inherently an illusion.

And so, when those two figures made their move, he didn't hesitate to carry the Pixiu's body and leave at once.

The speed and power displayed by these figures were nothing extraordinary in his presence, but the way the power of truth was stimulated was too peculiar.

Clearly illusory, but incredibly real.

Such disparity led Han Muye to carefully choose to leave.

This was the Divine Abyss, where anything could happen, and no one was of ordinary status.