CHAPTER 998: CHAPTER 994: THE TEMPTATION OF ILLUSIONS

The Desire Pill within Ye Fan’s body took effect, coupled with the guidance of his Pure Yang Spiritual Energy, pushing his body to the brink of frenzy, and just at that moment, there were four beauties in front of him, instantly stimulating his nerves.

The cold and proud Li Zhaojun, the lofty and unattainable Tantai Wanrong, the icy beauty Min Shang, and the assertive yet understanding Wu Ding — these four women each possessed unique charms. Some were leaning against soft bedding, others sitting at the edge of the bed with their legs dangling, or kneeling at the bedside, or seated on the ground, all gazing at him with such beautiful eyes that seemed to see through autumn waters, just waiting for his approach.

"What? Are you moved?" A voice without shadow echoed, "Your taste is excellent, these four women are unmatched beauties. Since you also like them, go forth and conquer them in the most straightforward way a man would!"

This voice was filled with great temptation, but Ye Fan still had to guard his mind, because all of this was just an illusion. He kept telling himself that if he sank into it, he would fall into the trap of the shadowless voice and might never escape from this illusionary realm.

"Ye Fan, I want..." In the illusion, Li Zhaojun knelt by the bed, looking up at Ye Fan like a meek kitten, her soft voice ringing out, seductive and soul-stirring.

Ye Fan closed his eyes, but it was of no use. The most realistic aspect of the hallucination was that everything existed in his mind, even with closed eyes, he could perceive the surrounding situation clearly.

"What are you waiting for? Go!" The shadowless voice, seeing no effect, added fuel to the fire, "They are your women. Dominate them, and they will belong to you alone. From then on, you dictate their life and death. If you do not possess them, they will become someone else’s prey!"

Ye Fan angrily retorted, "I care about them in my heart, but that doesn’t mean I want to possess them, because I’ve given my true heart."

"What good is a true heart? If they are not yours, then they belong to others! Don’t you understand this truth? When the creator crafted this world, he set the rules of survival of the fittest; it’s all part of the creator’s design, you just need to follow!" The shadowless voice became increasingly jarring, causing Ye Fan’s heart to race.

"Little Fan... Have you forgotten Aunt Rong? Aunt Rong is willing to give you everything... Just come and possess Aunt Rong..." Tantai Wanrong, leaning against the soft bedding, turned over and unveiled her clothes, instantly making Ye Fan’s blood boil. He couldn’t resist wanting to immediately pounce, pin down the noble, aloof, yet assertive Tantai Wanrong, conquering her in the most primitive way.

Yet, Ye Fan still had to endure.

"Ye Fan!" Min Shang, sitting on the bed’s edge with legs dangling, lightly flicked, her undergarments leaving her body. She laughed brightly, "Am I beautiful?"

The scene was indeed stunning, the pure and innocent Min Shang, who never understood emotions, yet only favored him, even willing to be conquered by him; such a woman deserved his tender love.

"Junior Brother, heh heh... Senior Sister loves being conquered by you the most." Even Wu Ding, kneeling on the ground, spoke with laughter, "Senior Sister never tried being possessed by anyone. You will be my only man, what are you waiting for? Senior Sister is right here, waiting for you to seize!"

"Ye Fan..."

The four women who almost made Ye Fan unable to resist were simultaneously tempting him, he clenched his fists, yet the turmoil within him intensified.

"They do not belong to me; they belong to themselves. They decide with their own hearts whose they truly belong to, not you." The redness in Ye Fan’s eyes seemed no longer deepening, initially ready to turn black.

Once Ye Fan’s eyes changed from red to black, he would be trapped forever in this illusion, unable to escape. He could experience spiritual and physical pleasure, living blissfully with the four women in the illusion, who would even help him conquer other women, allowing him endless freedom... But this was not just a mere dream, as it was a world crafted by the creator, indistinguishable from reality.

The shadowless voice laughed, "Really? I said, if they don’t belong to you, they belong to someone else!"

Upon the shadowless voice’s conclusion, four men suddenly entered the room, these men appeared sleazy and old. As they entered, they immediately caught the four women’s attention around the bed.

"Possess me..."

The four women who just showed devotion towards Ye Fan suddenly uttered dreamy voices towards the sleazy old men, who were rubbing their hands and approaching the bed.

"Quick, go up! After you do, they will be yours, not someone else’s, that is the world’s rule." The shadowless voice laughed wildly.

The redness in Ye Fan’s eyes showed signs of deepening again, he wanted to kill those four men directly, but found his Spiritual Energy sealed, in the illusion he was just an ordinary man.

Ye Fan declared, "They won’t like those old men!"

"Oh? Is that the rule you know? In this world, whoever holds survival resources wins women’s favor even if they don’t at first, they eventually will." The shadowless voice boasted, "It’s also the creator’s rule, to compete, let creatures struggle, whether vying for survival resources or contesting for women and the right to procreate, it’s all the creator’s play. Even your admiration for women is merely the harmony between yin and yang, granted by the creator!"

Ye Fan’s body was approaching frenzy, yet amidst frenzy his Spiritual Sense became clearer.

His will was immensely firm, amid life-and-death moments he only knew one thing: endure.

"Whatever happens before me is not real; you cannot decide their will, whether they favor me or others... none of it is up to you. Even the creator cannot alter human hearts." When Ye Fan uttered this, he closed his eyes, while the tumultuous Spiritual Energy gradually converged, eventually transforming into his own origin energy, absorbed by the Tongling Mirror.

The Tongling Mirror’s light suddenly shone in one direction, Ye Fan immediately struck in that direction, using Pure Yang Spiritual Energy, advancing without hesitation.

The illusion before him shattered instantly, all illusions ceased to exist.

Ye Fan opened his eyes, the red within them vanished, the surroundings remained that desolate wasteland, Li Zhaojun and others were concernedly looking at him.

"Ye Fan?" Li Zhaojun curiously eyed Ye Fan, unsure of what had transpired.

This time Ye Fan was unharmed; instead, the shadowless voice opposite coughed up blood.

In that recent battle of wills, the shadowless being faltered, injured by Ye Fan’s unyielding resolve, the creator losing for the first time to a spirit within his crafted illusion.