As Pei An prayed and the Onmyoji assembled, the Jingguo Society became the focal point.

However, at this moment, the shrine was eerily quiet. No more Japanese devils appeared where Qin Fan and Hua Xiaotian passed. Yet, in the secluded corners, Qin Fan’s senses detected plenty of trembling, terrified figures. Evidently, his earlier appearance had shattered the spirits of these little devils. In light of this, Qin Fan couldn’t be bothered to start another slaughter. He led Hua Xiaotian straight to the entrance of the Worship Room.

"Master Hua, have you sensed anything?" Qin Fan asked indifferently, stopping before the entrance.

"The Qi Mechanism is very powerful! At a conservative estimate, it’s not inferior to my own!"

Although he couldn’t use the Qi Mechanism to pinpoint the exact source of the presences, his Martial Arts Cultivation was so advanced that the auras inside the Worship Room couldn’t escape his perception, no matter how deeply they were hidden. As he sensed them, however, his brows furrowed in profound solemnity.

He knew that, just as Qin Fan had said, the true test had arrived. The reason the Jingguo Society could stand tall amidst the angry accusations from all of Asia was undoubtedly due to the powerful entities hidden here. If he were to face them alone, it would be certain death—not a slim chance of survival, but no chance at all.

"Then that’s just perfect! Consider it leveling up! Let’s go in!" Qin Fan said, smiling as he patted Hua Xiaotian on the shoulder.

A subtle stream of Mixed Element True Qi seeped through Hua Xiaotian’s shoulder and into his body. While Qin Fan wanted Hua Xiaotian to "level up," he also knew that Hua Xiaotian, as he was now, was no match for the entities inside. A stream of Mixed Element True Qi, however, would give him a better fighting chance. Given the circumstances, Qin Fan didn’t mind being generous.

With Qin Fan’s pat, an incredibly clear sensation surged through Hua Xiaotian’s mind. Suddenly, everything seemed sharper, more distinct. Even the presences inside the Worship Room grew gradually clearer. Feeling this sudden change, Hua Xiaotian’s eyes widened in shock.

As a master who was considered invincible below the Gang Realm, he was no fool. He knew this abrupt change was absolutely related to Qin Fan.

Thinking of the heaven-defying Elixir from before, his eyes went wide. "Master Qin!"

"Cut the nonsense and get in there! If you can’t hold on, just give a shout. I told you that you would return to Huaxia alive, and I meant it. You will not die in a foreign land! Go!" Qin Fan said with a light smile, like an elder consoling a junior.

Within the range of his Divine Sense, he could already feel several bizarre auras rushing toward them.

"Alright!" Hua Xiaotian gritted his teeth in response.

With the solemn air of a hero marching to certain doom, he turned and strode into the Worship Room. The instant he stepped inside, the previously open doors slammed shut, and a fierce aura erupted from within.

Outside the Worship Room, Qin Fan stood with his hands behind his back, facing the empty, tranquil grounds. A playful, mocking smile touched his lips. With his smile widening, he raised his voice in ridicule, "Is this all you Japanese devils are capable of? Hiding and playing sneaky tricks? You’ve all gathered here, yet you don’t even dare to show your faces! So much for your famed samurai spirit, huh?"

"Bastard!"

Hearing that perfectly pronounced Chinese, several Japanese devils in the shadows gritted their teeth and spat out the word. But a curse was just a curse. These Onmyoji still chose not to attack head-on.

"Envoy Chigusa, what should we do next?" Sangu, whom Qin Fan had already defeated twice, bowed to a man with fear and respect. This man was the same hooded and cloaked figure who had appeared before Pei An and the other authorities.

"Set up the Triple Yin Yang Formation," the cloaked man said, his eyes closed and his face expressionless.

"Yes, sir!" the Onmyoji responded in unison, bowing deeply.

The next second, the dozen or so Onmyoji under Chigusa’s command scattered in the blink of an eye. They took up positions in eight directions, surrounding the exposed Qin Fan. As if in silent, telepathic agreement, they all closed their eyes and began to murmur. A series of strange, bird-like mutterings slowly rose in the silent air. As they whispered their incantations, the very air grew tense and thin.

Standing outside the Worship Room, Qin Fan felt the invisible changes in the atmosphere and couldn’t help but let a smirk grace his lips. He didn’t choose to pick them off one by one. He intended to wipe them all out in a single, decisive blow.

Low and mid-tier Onmyoji relied on physical objects to create an Illusion Realm. High Level Onmyoji could implant the very essence of an Illusion Realm into the air. As for Divine Level Onmyoji, their very presence was a source for Illusion Realms, should they wish it.

Their leader, the cloaked man Chigusa, was clearly a representative of these High Level Onmyoji. Under his guidance, the other Onmyoji no longer held back their Yin Yang Power. Their murmured, bird-like language released streams of Yin Yang Power which, guided and consolidated by Chigusa, slowly merged with the thinning air.

Before long, a wild wind swept through, scattering leaves everywhere. The group of Onmyoji, led by Chigusa, simultaneously ceased their chanting and focused their minds. Before their very eyes, the Illusion Realm of the Triple Yin Yang Formation materialized.

The mortal world, the Underworld, and the Shura Realm?

Qin Fan put up no defense. Instead, he allowed himself to be drawn naturally into the Illusion Realm that had suddenly formed. The first thing he saw upon entering were familiar scenes from his past, which immediately drew a sneer from him.

The reason Illusion Realms could crush a person’s mind was because they preyed on the most vulnerable parts of human nature. The scenes playing out before him were from the humiliation and tragic history Qin Fan had once suffered. People who had died were alive again, and those who had humiliated him were now even more vicious. Echoing in his ears were voices calling him "worthless" and "coward," punctuated by shrill, sarcastic laughter.

If not for the mental fortitude he had forged over five hundred years of cultivation on the Cangqiong Continent, Qin Fan would have undoubtedly lost control of his emotions.

But now? Heh. With a single glance, he knew exactly what cheap drama would follow.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t experienced illusions on the Cangqiong Continent before. An Illusion Technique based on the mortal world, the Underworld, and the Shura Realm was the most rudimentary of its kind. Perhaps Qi Refinement Realm cultivators might crumble before it, but for cultivators of the Foundation Establishment Stage, this Illusion Technique was as engaging as a dull movie.

An Illusion Technique that was ineffective against ordinary cultivators of the Foundation Establishment Stage... how could it possibly work on him? He was the Shura Venerable, a man who had nearly ascended to the Immortal Class and, upon rebirth, had cultivated all the way to the Golden Core.