When the light faded, Li Ming felt the ground vanish under his feet.
Then—boom!—he landed flat on his back in a place that definitely wasn't the sect arena.
The sky above him was red and cracked like shattered glass.
Mountains floated in mid-air, upside down, and rivers ran upward into glowing clouds.
It looked like the world had been turned inside out by a drunk immortal.
"Where… where am I?" Li Ming groaned, rubbing his head.
Bai Guo appeared beside him in a flash of white feathers.
"Welcome, descendant, to the Spirit Illusion Realm—where your fears punch harder than your enemies!"
"That's… not comforting."
Before he could ask more, a wave of heat rolled toward him.
Flames burst from the ground, forming the shape of a giant red tiger made entirely of fire.
The beast roared, eyes glowing like two burning suns.
Li Ming flinched. "Great. Fire cat. My favorite."
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He leapt back just as the tiger slammed a claw down, the impact shaking the ground.