"Illusion trains the heart."

Mo Ying raised her head, looked at the words above the arch, read them in a low voice, and walked slowly into an arch.

The next moment, her figure disappeared.

The arch was shrouded in a special light. Before Mo Ying came out, no one except Ye Feng, the owner of the practice tower, could open the arch.

This is a familiar world.

In front is an ancient five-color altar.

On the altar.

An old woman holding a cane was carving strange purple-black runes on the face of a girl wearing black clothes and pigtails.

"Aying, from now on the position of high priest of our ancient tribe will be passed on to you. Remember, you are not allowed to leave the range of the ancient tribe. Otherwise, the ancient runes on your face will ruin your appearance. Only on a full moon night can you

recover."

The old woman gave instructions while carving.

The beautiful girl called "Aying" nodded her delicate chin and said obediently: "High Priest, Aying understands."

Mo Ying stood not far away, watching quietly.

The pair of eyes hidden behind the black gauze were already filled with tears, and their eyes were flickering.

"Rather than saying that this place is a fantasy, it is better to say that this place can evoke memories hidden deep in people's hearts."

Mo Ying suddenly spoke in a low voice, her voice choked with sobs.

She wiped away her tears and continued to release the memories deep in her heart.

in the screen.

The catacombs were shattered, and alien races were born.

The ancient tribe and the old woman, the former high priest of the ancient tribe, joined forces to defeat the alien king and seal the entrance to the cave at the cost of the entire tribe's demise.

In the end, the girl Aying stood on top of the ruins and cried heartbreakingly.

At this point, the fantasy scene ends.

This is the deepest memory in Mo Ying's heart.

She was unwilling to mention it, but chose to gradually forget it. It was not until today, nearly ten years later, that she recalled it again in the illusion area on the fifth floor of the practice tower, as if she had returned to the past.

"Why am I reminded of this memory?"

Mo Ying took off her black cloak and the veil made of spiritual silk, revealing a face full of burn scars.

The next moment, a floor-length mirror appeared in front of Mo Ying.

The person in the mirror is beautiful.

Willow eyebrows, cherry lips, delicate chin, flawless white skin, cold temperament, especially those clear and bright eyes, which seem to be able to see through everything in the world.
Chapter completed!