Taking a step forward, the scene in front of Lin Qian instantly changed. It was like clouds brushing past, like waves of water washing his body. With a wave of dizziness, his vision darkened, and he lost consciousness.
After a long while, Lin Qian suddenly smelled an unpleasant sour odor that made him want to vomit.
Suddenly, Lin Qian sat up and hurriedly looked around. To his surprise, he found himself in a straw hut.
In this straw hut, he wasn't the only one. There were many people sleeping in it.
But with the help of the light, he saw that these people were unkempt, their clothes tattered, and their bodies exuded a foul odor. They were clearly beggars.
Lin Qian couldn't help but lower his head and look at himself. He found that he was also dressed like a beggar.
He had actually become a beggar.
In just a moment, Lin Qian had already calmed his emotions. He circulated the soul qi in his body, and after carefully sensing it, when he opened his eyes again, he found that there was no trace of his soul qi, as if it had never existed.
"Is this an illusion?" Lin Qian thought, grabbing the hay under him. The feeling made him sigh. "This illusion is really real, vivid and lifelike. Even this smell can be simulated. Amazing."
As he spoke, Lin Qian suddenly froze, his body stiffening as he looked down at his hands.
"Strange. According to the information that others received in the sacred academy, they would lose themselves in the illusion. Only when they wake up would they be able to break out of the illusion. Why is it that when you're here, you clearly know that this is an illusion, but you don't leave? "
There were many people in the sacred academy who came to the Forest of Lost Souls. They naturally had a lot of information about the Forest of Lost Souls.
At the same time, the founder of the sacred academy was his own master. How could Lin Qian not know about the situation in the Forest of Lost Souls?
One step, one illusion. One step, one life.
With every step, one would be dragged into the illusion, experiencing all sorts of things. Entering the illusion, one would forget oneself. Only by successfully breaking out of the illusion would one be considered to have succeeded. When one woke up, one could then take the next step.
However, no one knew what they had experienced in the illusion. They only knew where they were at the moment of awakening, or through some inference, they knew who they were in the illusion.
Apart from that, all the memories he had in the illusion vanished like smoke, as if he had never experienced it before. It was incomparably mystical.
Every time they broke through an illusion, they would discover that their soul power would increase slightly. The deeper they went, the more it would increase.
But if they failed, their souls would be hurt. Therefore, everyone in the Forest of the Lost Soul acted according to their abilities and did not rush forward.
"What the hell is going on?" After carefully looking around, Lin Qian still couldn't figure out the situation.
After trying again, Lin Qian found that although he could not use his real cultivation base, he could contact the Ministry of Heavenly Works on the Mystic Illusion Planet.
Moreover, the answer given by Zhuge Ming of the Ministry of Heavenly Works shocked Lin Qian.
"Your Majesty, this illusion is formed by the immortal treasure of the Forest of the Lost Soul. Inside the illusion, Your Majesty's perception of time is different from the outside world. One breath in the outside world is ten years in the illusion. I noticed this, so I purposely changed the flow of time in a small hall of the Heavenly Palace to deal with this situation. "
"What?" This time, Lin Qian was truly shocked. He didn't think that the illusion would be so magical.
"Your Majesty, I boldly borrowed the fate of the country to observe Your Majesty's soul and simulated the situation in the illusion. I'm afraid this illusion is a kind of training. The illusion can only last for six breaths, which means 60 years in the illusion! "
"In these 60 years, I must do something."
Lin Qian was silent. It was obvious that he had touched the true face of this immortal treasure.
The purpose of this illusion was most likely not to see through the illusion and leave. Otherwise, why would there be a time limit? Shouldn't it exist until the person in the illusion sees through it?
"Hahaha, Lin Qian, why are you spacing out again?" Suddenly, a young beggar of about ten years old came to Lin Qian's side and patted his shoulder.
"Huh?" Lin Qian, who was deep in thought, suddenly came to his senses.
On the other side, an old beggar pouted and said, "Of course he's daydreaming. All he thinks about is getting rich and becoming a beggar emperor. What a joke."
"Hahaha, yes, Lin Qian, you must be thinking about becoming a beggar emperor again."
"Beggar emperor, tell us, how do beggars become emperors, then how do emperors become beggars?"
The mockery of the surrounding beggars made Lin Qian's eyes light up. He suddenly stood up and shouted, "I see, I understand now!"
"What are you shouting for? You scared us."
"That's right, Lin Qian, we haven't seen each other for a few days. Are you itching for a beating?"
Two burly beggars walked up and shouted at Lin Qian in a bad mood.
When the surrounding beggars saw these two people, they hurriedly dodged, afraid that they would not be able to avoid them in time.
"Hmph!" Seeing the two scoundrels, Lin Qian's eyes flickered coldly. He took the initiative and stepped forward, throwing an uppercut at the chin of the person in front of him.
Boom!
The tall beggar did not expect Lin Qian to dare to attack him. The punch made him dizzy and he fainted on the ground.
The other beggar stepped forward angrily.
Lin Qian had lost all his soul energy, but he still had his experience in fighting. How could the beggar be his match? In just a few moves, he was knocked to the ground, howling in pain.
The surrounding beggars looked terrified. They stared at Lin Qian as if they were looking at a stranger.
Looking at the people who were afraid of him, Lin Qian sneered. He understood. "I see. Prime Minister, I'm afraid I need your help to come up with a plan."
"Your Majesty, what is it?"
"How to be a beggar emperor? I think it's better to set up a beggar gang." Lin Qian said to Zhuge Ming.
Zhuge Ming was enlightened and nodded repeatedly. "So that's how it is. Your Majesty is still the most meticulous. His Majesty's current identity as a Lin Beggar, and his greatest wish is to become a beggar emperor. Then, I'm afraid that His Majesty will be able to create this illusion realm. The time limit is 60 years! "
"Haha, that's right!"
Then, with Zhuge Ming's intelligence and his own skills, Lin Qian started to organize the beggars and set up a beggar gang.
After familiarizing himself with this world, Lin Qian even created his own spirit techniques and cultivation methods, like a founding master.
"This is the Dog Beating Stick, the token of the beggar gang."
"The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Dog Beating Stick Skill are enough to make the beggar gang the most powerful force in the Tianwu Continent!"
In the outside world, in the Forest of Lost Souls. After five and a half breaths, Lin Qian suddenly opened his eyes. His expression changed.
"Nice!"
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