High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 135 - 105: Shifting Dreams, a Divine Cage Traps the Demon Sword
Chen Kuang was standing in the room, vigilant and ready.
As Wen Si had said, he only had a moment’s opportunity because, at that moment, the Demon Sword met someone other than its original host, which would not lead to the instant reboot of the illusion.
However, without finding the host it desired, the Demon Sword would undoubtedly choose to kill him within the illusion.
And as he was half of the illusion’s core, his death would also cause the illusion to reboot.
But this time, the reboot would have a gap, providing room for manipulation.
Most importantly, the Demon Sword appearing in the illusion was actually the true embodiment of the Demon Sword!
Although not the true entity, it was connected to the true body.
Because this Demon Sword in the illusion indeed had the capability to transform illusions; otherwise, the Void Illusion Realm wouldn’t produce bugs.
Using this brief contact with the Demon Sword, Wen Si could employ his own "Path" to force the Demon Sword to switch hosts.
This was not unconditional; it just so happened that Chen Kuang met that condition.
He entered the illusion using the Langhuan Fragment, leveraging the similar features of both to become half of the illusion’s core, making him now a pseudo-host.
The Demon Sword did not recognize him but couldn’t expel him from the illusion either.
In a sense, he was, instead, parasitizing on the Demon Sword...
Of course, simply making the Demon Sword switch hosts would only result in another victim trapped in the illusion.
Chen Kuang’s uniqueness lay in his ability to split his consciousness, one within the illusion and one still in reality. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
Therefore, his self in reality wouldn’t be affected by the illusion and could even remain perpetually lucid.
This was something no one else could achieve!
If Chen Kuang could seize the Demon Sword within the illusion and become its host, it would mean turning the tables, trapping the Demon Sword within his own consciousness!
Wen Si intended to exploit this point to compel the Demon Sword to yield voluntarily, acknowledging a new master!
A direct solution, once and for all!
"Buzz—crash..."
Wen Si opened his palm, causing a small fishing boat to once again appear in his palm. The rippling water illusion drifted within the room, and that tiny fisher firelight gradually wafted and settled between Chen Kuang and the Little Princess.
Wen Si said softly, "Junior Brother, please come aboard."
In an instant, a ripple of water washed over the entire room, as if enveloped by waves; the sound of paddles and waves was incessant.
In his daze, Chen Kuang glimpsed a scene where he felt as though he was once more sitting on that little boat.
Thick fog spread all around, and in front of him, a fisherman was prodding a punt across the water, creating waves and carrying passengers to an unknown destination.
The fisher fire flickered ahead, dancing between clarity and blur.
Chen Kuang reached out, touching the elusive flame.
The sensation was icy and cloying.
A faint scent of blood wafted to his nose, growing stronger with a slight sting.
"Mr. Chen, be careful!"
Chu Wen Ruo’s cry of alarm rang beside him.
"Void Illusion Realm, Eternal Purgatory, sun and moon together, transform this world..."
A voice softly hummed a ditty, dreamlike and ethereal, gentle and enchanting, making one’s ears tingle slightly.
Chen Kuang jerked his head up, confronting a flawlessly white woman’s face.
The eyes on that face were deep black, and when they locked onto his gaze, a surreal and exceedingly beautiful smile graced her lips.
In Chen Kuang’s hand, he grasped not a flame but a cold and sharp long sword.
The sword’s blade was hollow, shaped like an elongated eye, with a red Treasure Pearl embedded in the center like a pupil, seemingly ready to swivel and stare at its beholder.
The Demon Sword, "Eternal"!
Chen Kuang had, at the critical moment, lunged forward to become the Demon Sword’s host, replacing Su Huaiying on the muddy riverbank amid the reeds.
The blade in his hand cut open his palm, letting blood flow over the entire blade, making the already eerie Demon Sword even more terrifying.
"Crash..."
The grotesque corpse before him petrified at the instant he grasped the Demon Sword, crumbling into powder and scattering in the wind.
Turning to dust on the ground.
"Buzz—"
Chen Kuang felt the sword in his hand trembling, then the Demon Sword turned into a red light and shot toward his brow!
The piercing intent to kill surged violently.
The Demon Sword sensed his intention and wanted to kill him!
"Perfect timing!"
Chen Kuang took a deep breath, thinking to himself.
Simultaneously, the sound of waves resumed in his ears, with only the faint fisher fire before his eyes.
In an instant, the water illusion in the fog covered everything.
The red light failed to penetrate Chen Kuang’s forehead; instead, it became trapped within the fisher fire.
Chen Kuang’s palm held that flickering flame.
"Draw the sword!"
Wen Si commanded, his voice thunderous.
Chen Kuang’s hand instinctively clenched, piercing through the fiery red flame to grasp the cold hilt of the sword!
Then, slowly exerting force, he dragged the long sword out from the illusion with raw effort!
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to draw the sword immediately.
Rather, the Demon Sword was resisting with all its might, and faintly, there seemed to be countless voices of struggle, shouts, cries for help, and curses.
They came from all directions, boring into his brain, merging into a sharp, grating noise, making Chen Kuang’s Heart Spirit sway, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body, and inexplicably birthing a sense of panic.
The Demon Sword in his hand also began to take on an unstable form.
At times, it felt like a clear stream slipping through his fingers, dripping away.
At times, it morphed into countless interconnected limbs, emerging from the void, bearing abyssal sticky silt, gripping Chen Kuang’s arms and body, trying to drag him into the endless Hell behind.
