The Destiny of the Demon Sword
Illusory Ruler

After scanning, he finally rediscovered his spatial ring.

" Let's go" he asked excitedly.

" good, Sir. Follow me" said the monster with a flat expression.

The two then flew upwards in the void space of the King's Torment arena.

"Why so far away?" Ask Orange after a long time both of them flew.

"That's because each level is an accumulation of distance from the previous level" the monster replied explaining.

Orange chuckles just realized his stupidity, it's because he only realized after previously indifferent to the stairs passed when he struggled with feelings.

Long enough the two flew, until they found a vast arena hanging in the air. The two then landed smoothly on the ground rocks of the fighting arena.

"Master, I can't help you fight" the monster told him.

"I understand it, you wait" replied Orange and then stepped into the middle of the arena.

Up in the middle of the arena, Orange did not see the existence of someone who would be his opponent. He continued scanning the area around him but found no whereabouts of his fighting opponents.

"Hem! I'm getting curious. Who will be my opponent?" Ask her thought while continuing to be vigilant.

Long enough, Orange stood in the middle of the arena. Signs of someone's presence in the arena are still not visible to the trunk of his nose. He decided to meditate waiting for her.

Just like before, now he began to feel the saturation of sitting in the lotus position in the middle of the arena. He also reopened his eyes.

"Well! Where is this?" His surprise noticed the changing surroundings.

The orange was in a thick black grassland with a hot wind blowing on his body. He closed both eyes for a moment.

"Don't let me be thrown again into another realm" his inner self refused.

Shortly after, he opened his eyes again. The atmosphere of nature changes on its own. This time he was on top of the iceberg.

"Damn! Why is this so?" His complaint.

The orange closed its eyes and quickly opened them. The atmosphere was still the same, he was still on top of the iceberg that was so cold. He closed his eyes for a while.

Feeling long enough, he opened it again. Now he was on a remote island in the middle of the ocean.

"What's really going on? What kind of magic is this?" Thought the orange was hard to understand.

He tried it again and the atmosphere changed every time he opened his eyes.

The orange is caught up in a world of illusion where information arising from capture actually leads to a false perception, or a false impression of the object or event that actually occurred.

At the end of the arena, the monster seemed confused to notice an orange that looked so unsettled as someone with a psychiatric disorder.

"What happened to my Lord?" The monster continued to watch him.

"Well!" Raung Orange sounded loudly in the middle of the arena.

He kept screaming while grabbing her hair. Occasionally he crouched down, sat down and even banged his head on the ground.

"Geezeeh!"

The dhuar! The dhuar!

The wuzz!

Booms!

Due to his emotions, Orange to take out some moves and throw various fire energies attacking the surroundings.

"What really happened to me?" Ask Orange so frustratingly.

The orange meditated to calm himself. This time he did not want to open his eyes, he would wait until his fighting opponent appeared.

When his gaze was tightly closed, a follow-up attack occurred on his hearing.

Starting from the sound of a fire explosion that burned wood was heard by him, but he ignored it as if it did not disturb him.

Not long after the sound of an explosion was heard, this time another voice came, namely the sound of feet marching on the gravel.

He again ignored her, his focus was to calm down from what had previously happened.

The voice he heard changed again with the rustling sound of leaves rubbing against each other.

Orange frowned feeling astonished, he finally realized the voices he heard were a test for him.

"It seems like my test this time is not a battle of strength. Whatever it is, I'll hold on as hard as I can" the inner orange steeled his resolve.

He continued to focus on self-control to hold back whatever was going to happen to him.

The dhuar!

Suddenly the thunder rang out deafening sound of his ears. Orange to aghast jumping from his meditative position.

"Damn it! I was shocked" he replied after getting the thunderous sound.

Nguong!

His ears were buzzing like a long whistle. The orange covered it with the palm of the hand.

Not getting there. This time he heard a loud rumbling sound in his ear.

What the orange experienced was an attack of acoustic illusion after the previous Orange was attacked by visual illusions.

"Yeah!" The cry of the orange was no longer able to hold it.

"Get out, motherfucker!" Imbuh Jingga shouted loudly because he was furious that he had to fight like a madman.

Shortly after he shouted, the rumbling sound subsided and disappeared by itself. Orange then took a deep breath, held it for some time and exhaled it slowly.

"Tooch"

Orange suddenly feels nausea. This time it was the smell that was having problems. The orange smelled a foul smell that stung his nose.

"Aah! What's this stench?" His complaint.

The orange immediately closes its nose tightly to minimize the pungent odor. This illusion is called Olfactory illusion where the function of smell can no longer distinguish the actual smell.

Fortunately this attack did not last long, the orange pulled the hand that covered his nose. The atmosphere returned to normal, Jingga ventured to reopen her eyes.

Seemed clearly visible to him the existence of himself in the arena of the King's Torment.

"Huh! Thankfully" the orange gust felt relief in his heart.

Unfortunately, the feeling of relief on him did not last long. This time he felt something strange on his skin. The air that hit him felt so strange. He shivered uncomfortably feeling the air hitting his skin. So uncomfortable, he took out a thick blanket from his spatial ring to cover his entire body until it covered everything.

"Damn, shit, shit!" The crouching orange Rutuk covered his entire body with a thick blanket.

"Why should there be such a test?" His baby groaned.

After feeling comfortable, Orange stripped the blanket and put it into the spatial ring.

It seemed that her face was so red that it held back emotions that were hard to describe.

Jingga decided to meet the monster at the edge of the limit of the arena Torment the King. He then stepped forward with a carefree approach to the monster.

"Ehem!" A voice from behind him.

The orange turned to look at him. It appeared as a little boy of about nine years old smiling gently stepped foot toward him. The look on his face was so calm with an adult-like mannerism while clenching both hands on his back.

Orange squinted at him in surprise, he then scanned the cultivation level of the little boy who was approaching him.

"Surprisingly, his strength I can't reach. Who's this kid?" Thought the orange couldn't know its level.

"You don't have to scan me like that. I am the youngest illusion master in the universe. Ha ha ha" the chuckling child explained.

"Basin' crazy boy! Then how do we end all this without a fight?" Reply Orange asked him.

The boy laughed again and shook his head in response.

"You just finished my first exam. You look impatient waiting for my next exam. Take it easy, soon your real test will come" he replied with a chuckle.