My Master Disconnected Yet Again (Part 3)

Chapter 393: The Story of the Illusory Realm

Chapter 393: The Story of the Illusory Realm
Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

"What!" Lonemoon's chest tightened. So this was a plane storm. He had heard people talking about it before – plane storms were much scarier than cracks in the plane. If one did not handle it in time, they would get bigger and bigger, until the entire plane became affected by it. "What are we waiting for then? Fix it up!"

"Father Niu, this is an illusory realm," Yi Qing reminded him.

Lonemoon stopped himself. Shit, he nearly forgot.

Wait a moment!

If all of this was an illusion...

"How can people create illusions of plane storms?"

Things that happened in the illusory realm were pre-set by the people who set up the array with the intention of attracting others. However, only the three of them and Meng Po knew about planes. How could this person set up illusions that contained such realistic plane storms?

Unless that person had seen one before!

So...

"This plane storm isn't real – it's something that has happened here before!"

Yi Qing thought of this too. His heart sank as he turned to look at the black hole with a somber expression. A plane storm appeared in such a small world like this – how did they settle it?

Before he could give it further thought, an anxious voice came from behind them. "Uncle-Master!"

Two figures appeared, one in front of the other, and flew over toward them. They did not seem to be able to see the group of four standing there. In fact, they brushed right past them. Their cultivation levels did not look low. The duo stopped in front of the group, just a couple metres away.

"Uncle-Master, it's too dangerous here. We should go back and inform Sect Master and the rest first," said the man on the left as he kept his eyes on the black hole. He sounded very anxious as he spoke.

"There's no more time!" The other man shook his head. "If we don't block this hole it will get bigger and bigger. The entire world will be sucked into it."

"But..."

"Disciple-Nephew Cui, quick send a transmission to the sect. Tell them to get the people living within a hundred mile radius of this place away! I'm going to try and block it!" Once he finished speaking, he turned toward the storm and flew over.

"Uncle-Master!" The man clenched his fists by his sides. Yet, he had no other solution. All he could do was grit his teeth and follow his Uncle-Master's instructions.

The other man stopped a few metres away from the storm and tried to stabilize himself. Raising both hands, he began to conjure a seal. In a flash, a huge array appeared, flying toward the plane storm. The array was obviously meant to seal up the hole, which was swallowing everything around it.

But it was a plane storm afterall. How could this one man be able to deal with it? In just a second, the array collapsed in front of the black hole. The man tried several other arrays, but to no avail. The hole in the sky got bigger and bigger.

Although he knew that this was just a replay of something that happened in the past, Lonemoon could not help but feel curious. How exactly did this man deal with the plane storm?

Indeed, after the man tried and failed ten other different techniques, he clenched his fists by his side and stood upright for a couple of seconds. Suddenly, he made up his mind. He gritted his teeth, drew his spirit sword and stabbed himself right through the chest.