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Xiang Beifei, as if lost in thought, gazed at Li Zimu's system ability and, reminiscing certain things, then said, "I will do so."

He plucked a leaf from the grass at his feet and, with a gentle flick of his fingertip, the leaf swiftly took flight, drifting through the air and blending in with the five leaves controlled by Li Zimu, swiftly mixing among them.

There were now six leaves floating in the air.

"Can you tell which leaf is mine?" Xiang Beifei asked.

Li Zimu stared at the six leaves, slightly surprised.

The leaf Xiang Beifei had picked was real, but somehow, once Xiang Beifei's leaf mingled with his own, Li Zimu suddenly found he could no longer distinguish it. Experience new tales on empire

However, the leaves he controlled were manifested using the Poetry Realm and could be freely changed in their presentation, whereas Xiang Beifei's leaf was real. By altering the Poetry Realm, he should be able to differentiate his leaves from the one Xiang Beifei had added.

With a wave of his hand, he transformed his leaves into a set of daggers—yet to his amazement, there were still six daggers before him!

He remembered having only five leaves, so reasoning that if he changed the Poetry Realm to daggers, there should only be five. Then why had Xiang Beifei's leaf also integrated into his Poetry Realm, becoming the sixth dagger?

"You can use my Poetry Realm?" Li Zimu asked in surprise.

"No," Xiang Beifei shook his head.

"Then why did your leaf mimic a part of my Poetry Realm?" Li Zimu asked.

"Which leaf?"

"The one you just plucked."

Pointing to the grass at his feet, Xiang Beifei asked, "You mean this leaf?"

Li Zimu's gaze fell on the grass Xiang Beifei was pointing to and he suddenly paused!

Xiang Beifei had indeed plucked a leaf from that very grass, but inexplicably, that leaf still appeared intact upon the grass.

Xiang Beifei had not picked it at all!

Looking again at the six daggers, Li Zimu thought for a moment, then transformed the six daggers back into leaves, yet now there were only five leaves left!

"This..." Li Zimu seemed baffled, finding himself at a loss even as a master of illusion.

He looked at Xiang Beifei and asked, "How did you do it?"

"Spiritual power."

"Your spiritual power can actually reach this extent?" Li Zimu was very surprised.

The Poetry Realm he had crafted was reliant on spiritual power, yet his spiritual power couldn't discern the authenticity of the Poetry Realm created by his system ability!

"That's not even that impressive."

Xiang Beifei remembered the days he struggled to survive within Elder Luo's singing, unable to climb ashore from the great river of Luo's songs even now.

Within that tumultuous river in Elder Luo's songs, the experience was terrifying—immersive, always leaving him in dire straits. All Xiang Beifei could do was to cling to a plank condensed from his spiritual power, buffeted by the raging waves, choking on water and on the verge of drowning, only to be hauled ashore by Elder Luo each time.

That level of spiritual power was formidable.

After pondering for a moment, Xiang Beifei said, "Have you heard of a desolate beast called Meng Huai?"

"Meng Huai?" Li Zimu pondered for a moment, "What is it?"

"It's a kind of desolate beast at the God Refining stage, very powerful and rare. There are none around here; you might encounter them in the Tranquil Domain or the border territories. It's capable of such deception that it can Confuse Truth With Falsehood," Xiang Beifei explained. "Perhaps you could try understanding some poetry by referencing its abilities. If your Poetry Realm can perfectly overlap with reality, then maybe your weakness won't necessarily remain a weakness."

"Overlap with reality?"

Li Zimu was absorbed in thought.

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The night had deepened.

They rested in the dense forest of the valley, concealing themselves with their strong system abilities.

Rustle! Rustle! Rustle!

A giant toothed rat ran toward their campsite, and upon entering the border, it was instantly captured by the defensive formation and turned to ash.

When camping, everyone used space-based camps for protection. Desolate beasts without the ability to detect space couldn't see them, and weaker ones that blindly charged in were easily killed without a sound.

The reason for keeping watch was to guard against those desolate beasts that could discern space. Many desolate beasts could breach the spaces created by their systems, catching the frontiersmen off guard.

The people here were cultivating, and from the distant dense forest various sharp cries could be heard occasionally, cries to which everyone had grown accustomed.

Xiang Beifei watched Li Zimu, who was meditating deeply in cultivation; he stood up, intending to return to his stone hut to sleep, but just at that moment, a sense of alertness suddenly and unexpectedly emerged in his heart.

"This presence..."

Xiang Beifei felt it odd, and he quickly walked to the edge of the camp.

"Where are you going?" Ye Changfeng appeared beside Xiang Beifei.

"There's a strange presence!" Xiang Beifei stood at the edge of the camp, looking around vigilantly.

"What presence? Be more specific." Ye Changfeng asked in a deep voice.

In the wilderness outside the Tranquil Domain, actually, there were odd presences everywhere. Not to mention, every second Ye Changfeng could sense no fewer than a hundred kinds of movements and various concealed presences outside the camp.

These all came from desolate beasts, and couldn't escape Ye Changfeng's keen sense of smell. Most of these desolate beasts were just passing by, and since it was now night, there was no need to kill them and stir up trouble.

Ye Changfeng didn't know exactly which presence Xiang Beifei was referring to.

"Very familiar, very strange, as if I've seen it somewhere before, appearing and disappearing intermittently." Xiang Beifei scanned the vast night, his vision greatly hindered, unable to discern where the strangeness lay.

"Seen where? You've only been to the wilderness outside the Tranquil Domain four times, and have only been to those few places, recall." Ye Changfeng said.

"Right, I've only come to the wilderness outside the Tranquil Domain four times, so this presence must be from..."

A flash of light suddenly crossed Xiang Beifei's mind; he remembered where he had encountered this presence!

"The Jingsu of the City of the Old Days!"

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About two kilometers away from the campsite, situated in a ravine, was a cliff. On the cliff, there seemed to be faint shadows flickering.

These shadows were like tentacles, gathering swiftly, and soon they formed a human silhouette.

Bathed in the moonlight that shone upon it, the silhouette's half-face was faintly visible, its throat seemingly slashed by something, and it was profusely bleeding.

The person stared at the invisible space of the camp and suddenly revealed a sinister smile.

"Find... find... find..."

He struggled to speak, but blood kept flowing from his throat; he tried to say "find" for a long time, meaning he couldn't find the words to continue.

"Have you found it?"

A crisp voice suddenly came from atop the cliff; it sounded quite pleasant, that of a mature and steady woman. She helped the man complete his sentence.

A slender woman then appeared on the cliff; she swayed her slim waist, coming to the side of the man with the Broken Throat, her gaze sparkling as she looked in that direction.

"It's right there?"

This woman looked perfectly normal, with long golden curly hair, clothes ragged and casual, half-covering where unnecessary and fully exposing where it was appropriate.

But compared to the man whose throat had been slashed, she was like a perfect human being, without a wound, without dim eyes, and even the sound of her voice was indistinguishable from that of humans!

If one had to mention something special about her, it was her waist, strikingly slender, so much so that one hand could almost circle half of it.

The man struggled again to say, "See... see..."

"Can see a person but can't smell a presence, I get your point, you just need to say one word."

The curly-haired woman smiled charmingly, "Want to try?"

"Strong."

The man stuck out his tongue, licked the fresh blood at the corner of his mouth, and then swallowed it. However, the blood he swallowed flowed out again from his throat.

"Indeed, there's a powerful fellow by his side, not easy to mess with."

The curly-haired woman nodded slightly, and then with a smile that appeared quite charming, she said, "The Whining Baby gave us this information before its death, it must be him."

In her hand was a dead green caterpillar a foot long, but it had been squashed flat, its body burst open.

The curly-haired woman extended her finger, cut open the caterpillar's head with her nail, then dabbed a bit of the caterpillar's brain the size of a bean onto her little finger, licked it, then smacked her lips, closing her eyes as if savoring the taste.

"Things just got interesting." The curly-haired woman's eyes lit up.

"Interesting?" The man frowned.

"You would never guess what I tasted."

The curly-haired woman laughed.