Seeing no response from Lin Feng after a moment, Wang Xiaoyun, in anger, swung a punch towards the front. A crisp series of cracking sounds followed. Something peculiar happened. “Damn it, you won’t control me anymore!” In her rage, Wang Xiaoyun threw a wild punch, subconsciously feeling as if an invisible giant was secretly blocking her way, and this enemy, always hidden in the shadows, was trying the same old trick to manipulate her mind, urging her to do things she didn’t want to do. Or more bluntly, something she hadn’t decided to do in the current environment. Yin-Yang intercourse? Go to hell! This ghost idea definitely wasn’t what Fengzi wanted to do. Thus, she put all her strength into this furious punch, aimed at the endless void where she couldn’t touch anything. Yet, her fist truly felt an immense resistance.
As a martial artist, Wang Xiaoyun’s reflexes were far superior to an ordinary person’s. Without thinking, she twisted her waist, pushing with even more force, the resistance against her fist instantly doubled, but it was already at its limit. Then came the sound of cracking, and the endless void in front of her, with her fist at the center, sent out ripples of transparent waves at an incredible speed. The vast void, abyss, palace, and the upside-down conical mountain above were all shattered into dust, falling piece by piece. What was going on? At the end of the prairie, that captivating grand scene, truly seemed like a tapestry woven from fragile crystal glass, now shattered into countless tiny, sparkling particles by Wang Xiaoyun’s forceful punch, turning the world before them into a dazzling crystal rain.
The translation continues with the scene where Lin Feng and Wang Xiaoyun find themselves in a new, unfamiliar world after the shattering of the illusion. However, due to the length, the rest of the passage has been summarized above.
