Time passed within the artificial boundaries of the illusion world, while ten full days quickly passed by in the outside world.
At that monumental moment, the spatial friction across the central field violently multiplied as the peak heirs and legacy successors of the core Immortal Lineages began to break out of the Thousand Life Illusion, one after another.
Their eyes snapped open, their primary dantians humming with a sudden, renewed density as they forced their consciousness back into the material plane, shaking off the weight of a thousand fragmented dreams.
Every single one of them, the moment they stabilized their breathing, immediately turned their heads toward the center of the field to locate their greatest rival, Shen Haoran.
To their absolute, collective shock, they saw him already sitting in a perfectly relaxed posture of deep meditation, the sheer stillness of his golden aura indicating that he had gotten out of the formation long before them.
