In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

Suddenly, Su Han opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently, his forehead covered in cold sweat, which soaked his hair.

The burning sensation from the explosion still lingered on his skin, and the numbness in his left arm lingered. But when he subconsciously raised his left hand, he found that his arm was completely unharmed, without even a scratch.

He stiffly turned his neck and looked around. There was no smoke-filled battlefield, no broken bones, and certainly no knights or white-haired mages from Blackrock City.

What came into view was the familiar scene of the Dripping Blood Cave.

Dark red stalactites clung to the cave walls, and droplets of water fell from the top, splashing into puddles on the ground and making a "drip, drip" sound. This sound was particularly clear in the silent cave at this moment, but it also made Su Han's heart grow heavier.

He slowly sat up, his gaze falling to the side.

Biyao was sleeping peacefully, her long eyelashes covering her eyelids like two small fans, her breathing even and steady.

She was covered with the coat Su Han had draped over her earlier, a faint smile on her lips, as if she were having a sweet dream, completely unaware that the person beside her had just gone through a thrilling "battle".

Su Han reached out, wanting to touch Bi Yao's cheek, but stopped just before he touched her.

He stared at his palm, the scenes from the hallucination replaying in his mind—the eerie green eye sockets of the skeletal giant, the silvery-white holy light of the knights, the pitch-black energy sphere of the necromancer, and the final, violent explosion…

Every image was incredibly clear, so clear that he could hardly distinguish between reality and illusion.

"Another hallucination..."

Su Han murmured softly, her voice trembling slightly.

This is the second time I've experienced this hallucination. Each time, I feel completely immersed in the experience, as if I were truly in a world full of science and magic.

But he knew very well that in this world of cultivation, there was no such thing as holy light or magical beams, nor were there any skeletal giants created by the power of death.

Those things only existed in his memories before he transmigrated; they were elements from the science fiction movies and fantasy novels he had watched.

Why is this happening?

Su Han frowned, her heart filled with doubt.

Could it be that I have a mental problem?
Su Han shook his head, rejecting the idea.

After he transmigrated to this world, he focused on cultivation, maintained a stable state of mind, and never showed any signs of going astray. His mental state was always excellent, so it was impossible for him to have such a realistic hallucination for no reason.

Could it be a problem with the dripping blood cave?

He turned his gaze to the cave wall, carefully observing the surrounding environment.

Dripping Blood Cave is famous for its unique geographical environment. The spiritual energy inside the cave is more concentrated than that outside, and it also contains a special kind of energy.

Could it be that this special energy affected her mind, causing her to hallucinate? But if that's the case, why hasn't Biyao shown any abnormalities after staying here for so long?
Su Han looked at the sleeping Bi Yao, feeling increasingly confused.

He gently rose, walked to the cave wall, and reached out to touch the cold stone. The sensation from his fingertips was real and clear; the spiritual energy within the cave flowed slowly, and he did not detect any unusual energy fluctuations.

Su Han fell into deep thought, going through all the details of his two hallucinations in his mind, trying to find the connection between them.

Although the content of the two hallucinations was different, they had one thing in common—they were elements that existed in his memory but did not belong to this world of cultivation.

Moreover, both hallucinations were exceptionally real; the visual, auditory, and tactile sensations were indistinguishable from reality, and even the sensation of pain was incredibly clear.

"What exactly is causing this?"

Su Han muttered to himself, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

The fact that this mastermind could induce such realistic hallucinations twice, and accurately extract elements from his memories, shows that their strength should not be underestimated.

What is the purpose of the other party?
Is it to disturb one's mind and affect one's cultivation?

Or is there some other, deeper conspiracy?

He clenched his fists instinctively, a strong sense of crisis welling up inside him.

If you cannot find out the reason why you are hallucinating, you may encounter something bad in the next time you encounter this situation.

Moreover, Biyao has always been by his side, and if the mastermind behind the scenes were to harm Biyao, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just then, Biyao stirred slightly and slowly opened her eyes.

She saw Su Han standing by the cave wall, his face grave and his forehead still damp with cold sweat, and couldn't help but ask with concern:
"Su Han, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Hearing Biyao's voice, Su Han snapped out of his reverie, quickly composed himself, and walked to her side, speaking gently:
"It's nothing, I just had a nightmare that scared me so much I broke out in a cold sweat."

He didn't tell Biyao that he was experiencing hallucinations, not wanting her to worry.

Biyao sat up, reached out her small hand to wipe the cold sweat from Su Han's forehead, and said softly:

"Are you too tired lately? If you are tired, take a rest for a while. I will stay here and watch over you."

Seeing Biyao's concerned gaze, Su Han felt a warmth in his heart, nodded, and sat back down next to her.

But his thoughts didn't stop; he was still thinking about the hallucination.

He knew this matter absolutely could not be left unresolved; he had to find out the truth as soon as possible, otherwise he would not only be in danger himself, but might also implicate those around him. (End of Chapter)