Lu Yun sank into deep contemplation, not over what the immortal had said or why there were immortals here, but whether or not this world was real.

Formula dao could operate without a hitch and deduce the answers he needed, which was why he’d immediately learned the immortal’s language. But he still questioned what he saw as he’d experienced a realm of illusion moments ago. Illusion had lured him here and he’d dwelled within it without questioning anything. He’d also employed formula dao then—everything had been normal.

Just like things now.

He suddenly quite understood the feeling of being once bitten, twice shy.

“Forget it, I’m not thinking...