Chapter 1881 Nightmare and demonic god pillars

　　This was not the first time that Song Shuhang had gotten fortunate enough to touch upon an illusory reality. In fact, when he had been in the Fifth Stage Realm, he had experienced something similar after meeting Scarlet Pupil in the Black Dragon World.

　　At that time, he had drawn from his previous experiences of ‘death’, and constructed an illusory reality five meters around his bodybeginning from the slaughter in the scholarly faction’s world of the golden lotus, to the tragedy where his body had been refined into an artifact, to when he had gotten his hands on his pseudo-eternity body and resurrected, to when he had imploded on his own, to when he had been stabbed to death by Senior White’s clone, and many more.

　　The experiences that he had built up over his life had allowed him to build an illusion of death layer by layer.

　　If Song Shuhang reached the Seventh Stage Venerable Realm and really constructed an Illusory Reality with the theme of ‘death’, it would definitely be an extremely cruel one. It would be cruel not only to the enemy, but also to himself.

　　Anyhow, that meant that this was his second fortunate encounter with illusory realities.

　　While he might have been unfamiliar with it the first time, with that experience, he should be a lot more capable of coping with it this time.

　　However, Song Shuhang appeared to be sleeping and having nightmares. As such, the illusion he constructed was also related to a nightmare. The only thing that did not change was the theme of death.

　　In the illusion, the flames on the demonic god pillars grew bigger and bigger, eventually burning all of the Song Shuhangs to ashes.

　　It was not only him, either, for even the demonic god pillars were also charred by the blazing flames.

　　Soft Feather exclaimed, “All of the Seniors Songs were reduced to ashes!”

　　She had thought that the various Seniors Songs, who were tied and being burned, would cry out “Not enough, this temperature is far from enough! I don’t even feel any pain from this!” or something along those lines.

　　After all, she saw Song Shuhang as someone who had a great tolerance for pain.

　　But contrary to her expectations, the Senior Songs in the illusion were reduced to ashes in a few moments.

　　Sage Monarch Spirit Butterfly said, “Isn’t it normal for someone who’s tied up to burn to death?”

　　Sage Monarch Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue remarked, “Well, this should indeed be a nightmare.”

　　Soft Feather asked, “Should we wake Senior Song up?”

　　Venerable Yellow Mountain said, “No, this is a rare experience. Although little friend Shuhang is out cold, the effect of this experience won’t be lost. Just let him continue to stay in this state.”

　　While he said that, the illusion around Song Shuhang began to change once more.

　　The demonic god pillars were akin to building blocks, and illusions were rapidly combining and reconstructing using them as a frame, while the area influenced by the illusion continued to expand.

　　Soon, an urban area appeared at Song Shuhang’s feet. It was once again a miniature vision of reality.

　　“I know this place!” Soft Feather said happily. “This is Senior Song’s school in the Jiangnan area. It is also the place where Senior Song and I first met. Sixteen was in the city close by.”

　　“Soft Feather, take a step back,” Sage Monarch Spirit Butterfly reminded his daughter. “The scope of the illusion has expanded. If you stay too close, you might get drawn into it.”

　　While he said that, the city constructed in the illusion under Song Shuhang’s feet had already expanded to Soft Feather’s feet.

　　“Hehe~” Soft Feather jumped back slightly, moving away from the illusion.

　　But as soon as she jumped away, she felt that something was off.

　　Wait, why am I avoiding it? Since it’s an illusion, then I can just experience Senior Song’s illusory reality. Soft Feather suddenly got a reckless urge.

　　She stretched out her hand again, trying to touch Song Shuhang’s illusion. Sage Monarch Spirit Butterfly had long known how powerful the curiosity of his daughter was. As such, he was prepared for this. As soon as Soft Feather made a move, he stretched out his hand and caught her, managing to hold her back from seeking death.

　　Song Shuhang was having a nightmare right now, and God knew how it would pan out in the end. What if the demonic god pillars suddenly destroyed the city? Wouldn’t his daughter end up getting roasted then?

　　A handsome fellow daoist by the side said, “Soft Feather, you’ve appeared in the illusion.”

　　Everyone turned to look at Song Shuhang’s illusion again. When they did, they saw that a scaled-down Soft Feather had indeed appeared in the illusory Jiangnan City. At this moment, the little Soft Feather was walking on the streets near the university town, pulling along a large suitcase with her. “Eh? Could the illusion have been influenced by what I did just now?” Soft Feather’s eyes expressed great interest as she stared at the changes in the illusion.

　　Sage Monarch Spirit Butterfly put his daughter down, his eyes fixed on the little version of daughter in the illusion. As expected of my daughter, even her miniature self possesses a world-class cuteness.

　　The little Soft Feather walked briskly on the street, and at the end of the street, an equally small Song Shuhang appeared.

　　Soft Feather exclaimed, “I see! This is the first time I met Senior Song.”

　　But in the illusion, only she and Song Shuhang were present, and there were no passers-by.

　　Venerable Yellow Mountain said slowly, “In that case, Soft Feather was indeed the first member of the Nine Provinces Number One Group to officially meet little friend Song Shuhang.”

　　In the illusion, Song Shuhang was resting on a stone chair.

　　Meanwhile, Soft Feather was pulling her luggage, taking large strides with her long legs, and quickly passing Song Shuhang.

　　Song Shuhang raised his head slightly, looked at Soft Feather who was far away, and then lowered his head to continue resting.

　　“Eh? I don’t remember this.” Soft Feather blinked.

　　She had always thought that the first time that she and Song Shuhang had met was by the entrance of the Glorious Beef shop. At that time, she happened to hear her voice from Senior Song’s mobile phone. But unexpectedly, Senior Song had seen her even before then? And Senior Song never mentioned it to her…

　　Soft Feather squatted in front of the illusion, wanting to reach out and poke Senior Song, who was resting in the chair at this time.

　　Sage Monarch Spirit Butterfly also squatted in front of the illusion, clasping his arms—he also wanted to poke Song Shuhang with his fingers, but as opposed to Soft Feather, he wanted to pinch him to death. My daughter is so beautiful, yet you just took a glance at her before lowering your head and continuing to rest? No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend even when you’re already in your second year in university!

　　While he was in thought, the plot in the illusion changed again.

　　At this time, the little Song Shuhang arrived before a small shop, and the little Soft Feather had just come out of the said small shop. “This is it. This is the scene I remember to be my first encounter with Senior Song. Speaking of which, it seems like it really was a coincidence.” Soft Feather pointed to the two little people in the illusion, finding the illusion very entertaining.

　　Inside the illusion, Song Shuhang and Soft Feather met once more. When they passed by each other, the little Soft Feather called out, and Song Shuhang, who was playing with his phone with his head down, turned his head.

　　Then suddenly… A demonic god pillar suddenly emerged from the ground.

　　At the exact moment when Song Shuhang turned his head, he was brought up into the air by the demonic god pillar before getting hung upside down and burned. “Aaaah-” The little Song Shuhang let out a miserable scream.

　　“…” Soft Feather.

　　“…” Sage Monarch Spirit Butterfly. Wonderful! This plot is so refreshing to watch.

　　“It really is a nightmare,” Venerable Yellow Mountain affirmed.

　　The handsome fellow daoist said, “It feels like this nightmare’s purpose is to fish out the beautiful memories in Song Shuhang’s mind, recreate them, and then brutally destroy them.”

　　What a horrible nightmare.

　　In the illusion, the demonic god pillar grew bigger and bigger.

　　In the end, it rose from the ground, went from illusory to solid, and then floated beside Song Shuhang. “Wait a minute, isn’t this Demon Emperor Hezhi’s demonic god pillar?” said the black Scarlet Heaven Sword.