The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 69: An Essential Art Beyond the Seven Scrolls: The Illusion Technique

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: An Essential Art Beyond the Seven Scrolls: The Illusion Technique

Older residential buildings had simple layouts. They had no elevators, just a single stairwell. Its entrance was in the center of the first-floor corridor, serving all seven stories.

A faint flame flickered in Yang An’s hand, bright enough to illuminate an area two or three meters around him. Gripping the Spinal True Feather, he slowly entered the first floor of the building.

According to the information from Pan Shi, he must have accidentally stumbled into one of these buildings, which is where things went wrong, forcing him to leave the Illusion Realm.

’In other words, the hallways are the most dangerous part!’

Yang An cautiously scanned his surroundings as he advanced slowly, ever-watchful for the slightest movement.

The corridor was eerily silent; the only sound was his own faint footsteps. In the end, however, Yang An reached the first-floor stairwell without incident.

With his back against the outer wall of the stairwell, a vantage point from which he could see down all the corridors, he slowly started up the steps.

The staircase had a landing at the turn; a half-flight consisted of exactly thirteen steps.

Yet, just as Yang An reached the landing...

TAP!

A sound suddenly echoed from the first-floor corridor!

It sounded like a footstep hitting the floor—very light, but perfectly clear in the utter silence.

VMM!

Yang An tightened his grip on the Spinal True Feather. The flame in his hand instantly surged, burning fiercely.

’A sound wouldn’t appear without a reason. Something must be here.’

Strangely, though, there was only that single soft sound. After that, nothing. The surroundings once again fell into a bizarre silence.

Yang An waited for a few seconds. When no other sound followed, he had no choice but to continue upstairs.

One step... two steps... three steps...

He slowly ascended the rest of the half-flight. But just as he set foot in the second-floor corridor...

TAP!

The sound came again!

This time, the sound clearly came from right beneath Yang An’s feet—from the first-floor stairwell.

Just like before, the sound vanished as soon as it appeared, and silence returned.

’This isn’t good.’

Yang An’s brows twitched.

He was about to enter the second-floor corridor, putting him in a precarious spot—neither up nor down. ’If there’s something unknown upstairs as well, won’t I be trapped between them?’

’I can’t let that happen!’

At this thought, Yang An abruptly leaped from the top of the stairs back down to the mid-flight landing, peering toward the first-floor stairwell.

’Hmm... Nothing there.’

But when Yang An landed on the platform and looked down, he saw nothing.

The sound had clearly come from that very spot, but the area around the stairwell entrance was pitch-black and utterly empty.

He wasn’t surprised, though. In fact, a strange smile crept onto his face.

The next moment, Yang An abruptly raised the Spinal True Feather. White Feathers detached from the shaft and flew out. At the same time, the red flame in his left hand flared violently, swelling in an instant from the size of a fist to the size of a human head.

The red firelight, which had only illuminated a two-to-three-meter area around Yang An, suddenly expanded, instantly lighting up the stairwell entrance.

In that seemingly empty space at the stairwell entrance, it was as if something invisible had suddenly been set ablaze. A fiery shape appeared out of thin air.

"Die!"

At his command, Yang An controlled all the White Feathers from the Spinal True Feather—dozens of them. They transformed into a flurry of white arcs, converging on a single point and shooting directly into the flame that had just ignited in the stairwell.

In the blink of an eye, the invisible thing was pierced through and through by dozens of White Feathers. It disintegrated into innumerable fragments of ash that CLATTERED to the ground.

’That weak?’

The result was somewhat surprising to Yang An.

He had figured that if there was something ordinary people couldn’t see, it had to be a Demon Fiend.

Once a Demon Fiend actively conceals itself, ordinary people cannot see it. Even a Cultivator would need to use Mana to open their True Eye to see it.

But this was the first time Yang An had encountered such a weak Demon Fiend. Although the only ones he’d ever met were in Jiunan Town, compared to the Demon Fiends unleashed by the White Buddha Temple, the one in this Illusion Realm was pathetic.

The Demon Fiends in Jiunan Town could withstand his blood-ignited flames for several breaths, even managing to fight back. This thing, however, hadn’t even lasted a single one.

However, when Yang An remembered this was Pan Yu’s tribulation to break through from the Resonance Stage to the Fake Food Realm, it made sense.

If the things inside this Illusion Realm were too strong, Pan Yu would have basically no hope of breaking through to the Fake Food Realm.

Similarly, it was understandable that Pan Shi had been helpless here and forced to leave.

After all, being unable to use any abilities inside the Illusion Realm meant one became as helpless as a common mortal. Of course they’d have no way to deal with an invisible Demon Fiend.

So, it wasn’t that the Demon Fiend was too weak, but rather that Yang An was too strong.

Who could have imagined that even within this Illusion Realm, Yang An still had methods he could use, and that they would be so effective.

After the thing hiding in the shadows was eliminated, Yang An made sure it was completely gone before recalling the White Feathers and contracting his flame, preparing to continue upstairs.

But just as he took a step, he suddenly remembered something. Back in Jiunan Town, he had obtained a Sacrificial Bone from the ashes of a Demon Fiend. ’Could there be something in this pile of ashes, too?’ he wondered.