Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

Chapter 182: Illusion

Langren Baohu Zhe couldn't help but squint his eyes, "You have come too far in life with such foolishness in your thoughts. All you are is ignorant to the truth. You know you cannot defeat me, yet you cling to that falsehood only to lose your life."

Tyr furrowed his eyebrows, "You stupid wolf... no matter how old, it seems your animal brain still doesn't work nearly as well as it should. Even if I accept that I will die, you will try to kill me anyways. That doesn't change the outcome... but knowing I will kill you... I will force it to come into fruition."

"Humph!" Langren exclaimed, "I won't stop at one attack this time..."

Tyr remained silent, thinking to himself for a moment, 'This bastard... he is still a wolf at the end of the day. I forgot about that fact since he seems so human and speaks my language.'

He paused, 'I haven't used this spell in so long, I had almost forgotten of its existence... almost.' Tyr Blink Stepped forward, appearing in front of Langren's face all of a sudden.

'Hypnosis.' Tyr said in his head as the wolfman's eyes instantly turned a hazy blue color.

In that split second, a grin began to show on Tyr's face, 'You are still a beast!'

"Lie on your back!" Tyr shouted.

Langren Baohu Zhe didn't hesitate, immediately following Tyr's orders.

Tyr grinned with his teeth as he saw this, his eyes wide and filled with exhilaration, almost maniacal.

'Soul Mend: Dragon.'

Scales summoned across his body as wings sprouted from his back, "Flame Breath."

A blast of inferno exploded from his mouth, obliterating the wolfman below him into ashes.

The center of the very temple they stood in was destroyed, Tyr unscathed due to Full Golden Body.

In the end, Tyr stepped back, panting as the adrenaline in his body calmed down.

He felt the pain that had disappeared before due to the heat of the moment hit him all at once now.

His head felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, radiating with sharp bursts of pain.

His ribs sparked with dull waves of numbing pain, which made it feel like he had no ribs at all.

Despite this, Tyr was simply focused on the fact that he survived right now.

He continued to smile, placed his hand on his hips, gazed into the bamboo canopy above him, and finally said, "I'm so fucking weak..."

He stood there silently in that motion for a few more seconds.

Then, the canopy above him slowly began to disappear as if it wasn't there in the first place.

Instead, it was replaced by an open sky.

Tyr raised an eyebrow with confusion as he saw this.

When he looked back down in front of him, he realized that his entire surroundings had completely changed.

There was no longer even a single bamboo shoot in the area.

He could see the mountains surrounding him again.

The large open area of the bamboo forest was now replaced with what looked like... an enormous monastery.

Tyr was standing right at the entrance of a sprawling temple sect.

Multiple buildings with dark, curved roofs spread across the area, connected by stone paths winding up and down the mountainside.

Tall trees surrounded the structures, with pink and white cherry blossoms scattered among them.

Sturdy stone steps led to each building, their foundations solid against the mountains and cliffs around them.

The architecture was simple yet refined, each structure blending naturally with the landscape.

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Clear skies and faint clouds hovered above, with cliffs rising sharply in the background.

The entire layout was orderly, like a village built to follow the slope of the mountain.

This massive monastery was guarded by a wooden wall with a shrine-gate at its center.

Tyr was one step behind this shrine, which he stepped across after a second of hesitation.

The first thing he saw was a large courtyard tiled with white stone.

Soon enough, multiple figures began to slowly pour into this area.

They were all dressed as monks and religious scholars.

Their heads were shaven for the most part, and they wore yellow and orange garb.

They stood across the courtyard from Tyr, whispering amongst themselves almost frantically.

Finally, after over three dozen of these monks had gathered together, another monk materialized in front of Tyr.

This monk had a long gray beard.

He was old, his back curved and his limbs scrawny.

His skin sagged slightly, his eyes held up by dark eye bags, and his body covered with red robes.

He was very old, possibly nearing 80 in age from the looks of it.

"Young man..." the elder spoke in a deep and soft voice, "What is your name?"

Tyr was still in disbelief at what he was seeing.

He snapped out of it for a moment to answer the monk's question.

"Tyr... Evolion."

The monk smiled slightly and turned, "Come with me," he said, slowly walking back.

Although slightly hesitant, Tyr stepped forward.

As soon as he did, he disappeared into thin air.

The elder monk was also nowhere to be seen, blown away by the wind like dust in the air.

Before Tyr knew it, he was sitting under a plum blossom tree that was covered in beautiful pink leaves, scarcely falling down from time to time in a mesmerizing scene.

He seemed to be in a flower yard behind one of the temple-like buildings.

There were a few plum blossom trees around, along with various flower gardens and other varieties of plants splotched around the low grass yard.

There was a koi pond at the center of the yard with a short stone bridge.

Atop that bridge materialized the elder monk once again.

"So you are the Dragon Tamer," the monk said, catching a falling plum blossom petal on his finger.

The petal made contact with the man's finger, and all of its momentum suddenly stopped, resting at complete ease and stillness.

"Yes..." Tyr said, pausing for a moment before asking, "Where am I? Who was that guy I was fighting... who are you?"

The monk chuckled on hearing this, "Very direct, are you? Mmhaha!" He sighed, "An illusion. Langren Baohu Zhe is nothing but an illusion. His temple, and his bamboo forest, are all objects created as a means to test all newcomers that wish to enter the Ten High Peak Faction."

"An illusion?" Tyr furrowed his brows, slightly confused.

"It didn't feel like an illusion whatsoever to me... and is the test to enter the faction really that difficult?"

He asked again, "So then... this place is the Ten High Peak Faction?"

He knew he would feel a bit underwhelmed if that was the case, since this monastery—although large—didn't seem very grand or unique.

Just a few temples and buildings for housing and whatnot.

"Hoho," the monk chuckled, "The more I speak, the more questions you will have. So... I will give most of the answers you will seek in one go."

Tyr remained silent.