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After standing before the visualization map for an hour, a vague pattern began to form in his mind.
As soon as the blurry pattern appeared, illusions flourished in his mind.
One moment he found himself in the Eastern Territory, battling Grandmasters of the Evil Sect, each stroke sending a head flying.
The next moment, he was in Yao Yue Palace, intimately entangled with Xiao Ruoling, almost on the verge of losing control.
An instant later, he was with Cheng Miaozhen on the bed, intertwining Yin and Yang, like a dragon roaring and a tiger pouncing.
Each time he fell into the illusion, as he was about to lose control, a dragon's roar would echo in his mind, instantly waking him up.
Upon waking for the third time, he was filled with confusion.
The first two times were not unusual, merely lingering thoughts from the depths of his heart.
But the third time was peculiar.
He bore no such affections for Cheng Miaozhen, so why did such an illusion appear?
