Yi Xingyin's body burst with dazzling starlight that pierced through the starry sky. For a moment, the stars sparkled brilliantly, then his body suddenly sank and plummeted toward the Flameyellow Continent.

The starry sky around him fluctuated like ripples. Layers upon layers of an illusory world enveloped him as the sky disappeared.

What appeared before his eyes was a world, vast and boundless. Since there was no end to it, naturally there wouldn’t be an exit. Even if Yi Xingyin’s star illuminated everything like the scorching sun, he couldn't escape this world.

"Li Caiwei, it's you!” Yi Xingyin's low voice echoed over the mountains and rivers.

"How do you know it's me?” 

It was as if everything in this world—the mountains and trees—was speaking with a graceful voice at the same time.

"You’re the only one who can create the Dreamheart World left by the Biritual Fiendgod. This is a tribulation pattern formation that transcends the third-origin. It can be considered the work of a god. I didn’t think your attainments in formations had reached this level. You’ve certainly hidden yourself well. However, isn’t it overkill to use the Dreamheart...