Qin Ming selected more than a dozen pieces of rotten wood that had already grown mist illusion mushrooms.

Then.

Based on past experience, he began by using the [Ripening] entry to ripen all these mist illusion mushrooms. After the mist illusion mushrooms matured, numerous illusion mushroom spirit seeds were born.

As Qin Ming continued the ripening process, an endless stream of pink smoke began to emanate from the back mountain of Wangyue Island.

The pink mist grew denser and started to rise straight into the sky.

Wu Jiang looked up at these eerie pink smokes, his brows furrowed into a frown, feeling a vague sense of concern. He wondered what kind of mystical phenomenon Fellow Daoist Qin was up to this time.

Qin Ming worked tirelessly day and night without rest, continually consuming the [Ripening] entries, as well as the five [Leaf of Space-Time] entries, hastening the ripening of the mist illusion mushrooms.

Then.

Feeling the moment was right, Qin Ming used the [Spirit Plant Coexistence] entry.

Instantly.

He felt a mysterious connection with the pink mist released by the mist illusion mushrooms.

He could freely control and command these pink mists.

In the following time.

The members of the Wu Family were astonished to discover that a huge cloud of pink smoke, as if emitted from a chimney, shot up into the sky from the back mountain of Wangyue Island's main peak.

These smokes, upon reaching above Wangyue Island, opened like a giant umbrella, spreading in all directions and covering an area of ten miles around Wangyue Island.

One month later.

The concentration of the pink smoke had amassed to an extremely terrifying degree, just a glance seemed enough to swallow one's soul.

Although Wu Jiang was frightened, he dared not disturb Qin Ming, having no choice but to wait for him to emerge from seclusion to inquire what was happening.

As time went by, the pink smoke grew increasingly dense, forming an image that overshadowed the sky.

"A mist illusion realm comparable to a Tier Three Illusion Array is finally set up!" Qin Ming looked up at the sky, wiping the fine sweat off his forehead.

Then he raised his hand, numerous black spirit seeds flew out, hiding themselves within this pink mist.

These were spirit seeds on which Qin Ming had performed the Thorn Technique. Once touched, they would trigger a thorn trap.

In this way, coupled with the mist illusion realm, an effect comparable to a Tier Three Compound Array was achieved.

If any unwelcome cultivator wandered into the mist, Qin Ming could just go out and collect blood pearls.

He also used up the remaining [Spirit Plant Coexistence] entries to create several wooden tokens.

This special token could freely control the opening and closing of the mist illusion realm.

Subsequently.

Qin Ming summoned Wu Jiang over.

Wu Jiang, seeing Qin Ming, already had a lot to ask.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, these smokes above Spirit Island, they are..."

Qin Ming smiled slightly; even if the other didn't ask, he intended to inform him, "Fellow Daoist Wu, this mist enveloping the entire Wangyue Island is an illusion realm comparable to a Tier Three Array."

"With this defense, even if the 72 Islands Loose Alliance and the Zhao Family were to fight, it would no longer affect our Wangyue Island."

"Be sure to remind your clansmen, these pink smokes are no ordinary matter, they must not approach the smoke."

"This token allows you to freely enter and exit Wangyue Island through the mist illusion realm."

After explaining, Qin Ming handed a token to Wu Jiang, giving him a meaningful glance of implication.

Wu Jiang's heart surged with waves upon hearing this.

An illusion realm comparable to a Tier Three Array?

He then extended his trembling hands, shakily accepting the token.

Fellow Daoist Qin entrusting him with such an important item signaled absolute trust in him.

"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Qin, this item will be used by me alone."

Qin Ming nodded; it was good that the other knew his intentions, as he needed Wu Jiang to help with certain tasks, not truly shutting himself off from the world.

But before he could break through to the late-stage Foundation Establishment, he needed to increase some defensive measures to avoid interference from the likes of Zhao Wuji.

From now on, with the mist illusion realm guarding Wangyue Island, it could truly be considered as impregnable.

Not to mention Zhao Wuji, even if his Fake Pill Ancestor from the Zhao Family came and ventured into this pink mist illusion realm, there would be no return.

Usually, Qin Ming would store all the mist within the illusion mushrooms, and whenever a Foundation Establishment cultivator approached, the illusion effect would automatically activate.

With this barrier, Qin Ming could also cultivate and farm in peace.

Half a month later.

As Qin Ming expected.

Zhao Wuji indeed remained relentless and appeared again near Wangyue Lake.

This time, not only did he come himself, but he also brought a large group of the Spirit Island Clan under the Zhao Family.

They exuded a strong air of coercion.

Mo Lingwei from Qingxia Island was also among them, likely coerced by Zhao Wuji.

Yet, when they approached Wangyue Island, they were instantly dumbfounded.

A layer of pink mist, covering the sky, blocked their way.

"What on earth is this?"

"What is the Isle Master of Wangyue Island up to?"

The crowd began to discuss, only Mo Lingwei saw the crucial point.

'Isn't this the mist illusion realm formed by the pink smoke released after the Tier Two Top-Grade Spirit Plant mist illusion mushrooms have matured?'

'Comparable... to a special illusion realm of a Tier Three Illusion Array!'

Mo Lingwei's eyes were filled with astonishment, her heart already turbulent, however, she chose not to voice it, instead silently retreating to the rear.

Zhao Wuji also looked at the mist, brows furrowed. He had just sent his divine thought into the mist to investigate.

Yet, he was stunned to find.

The divine thought he released was like a mud bull entering the cloud sea, swallowed by a dark hole-like suction, revealing nothing.

For a moment, everyone stalled, at a loss.

"Deceptive trickery!"

"Let this old man find out the truth."

Then.

Two Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Spirit Island Clan, seeming impatient, volunteered.

One of them first released a flying crane spirit pet, which circled inside the mist without any issues.

Thus, the two of them immediately cast their mana shields and headed towards the pink mist.

Initially.

The two entered the outer layer of the mist, touched a bit of the pink smoke, and nothing happened.

So.

They summoned their courage and ventured deeper into the mist.

Watching the two island masters enter the mist, Zhao Wuji felt an ominous foreboding welling up inside.

Nonetheless, he calmly instructed the others, "Let's not rush in. Wait until the two island masters return to see how it is."

Afterward.

Everyone waited in place quietly.

A moment later.

Zhao Wuji also sent a sound transmission to them, inquiring about the situation in there.

But.

Half a stick of incense's time passed, and still, no message came back.

Zhao Wuji began to sense something amiss, his expression constantly changing.

An hour went by.

Those two cultivators still hadn't returned.

Now the people present started to panic, whispering among themselves.

The pink mist before them was that terrifying? The two Foundation Establishment cultivators went in and couldn't even send a message back?

Zhao Wuji found it hard to believe, yet he was quite confident in his own strength and had life-saving measures, so he slightly approached the mist, keeping some distance.

Initially, some pink mist drifted out on the periphery, he touched it and indeed nothing happened.

But after a while, his vision suddenly changed, and he was plunged into an illusion realm filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

In the illusion, those cultivators he had killed, now all had a cultivation far surpassing his, each coming after his life...

Zhao Wuji's eyes were filled with terror as he began desperately struggling and resisting...

Crack!

At that moment, a milky white jade pendant on Zhao Wuji's waist shattered.

Zhao Wuji abruptly woke up from the illusion, hair disheveled, heart still racing, his back covered in cold sweat, he quickly fled from the place.

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