277: An epic blunder! The comedian is back online!

At the same time.

On the other side of the ruins of Nine Nether Demon Mountain, amidst a pile of rubble leveled by the great battle.

A figure was hunched over like a marmot foraging in the rocks, excitedly tinkering with something.

It was none other than the ultimate prankster who had tormented Qin Feng in Ten Thousand Demon City and then "rescued" him in the sewers—Illusion Thousand Faces.

He was currently squatting at the edge of an inconspicuous spatial rift.

This rift was left behind when the Heavenly Demon summoned the hand of the Fallen Immortal. Although it had barely healed under the impact of the Emperor Weapon's self-detonation, the spatial node here was already incredibly fragile, like a piece of cloth riddled with moth holes that would tear with a gentle poke.

Illusion Thousand Faces held several pitch-black Formation Flags in his hands.

They were the damaged versions of the nine Formation Flags the Heavenly Demon had used to detonate the Leylines and sacrifice the Emperor Weapon.

Under the terrifying power of the Emperor Weapon's explosion, these nine Formation Flags had been blown to bits; the flag surfaces were torn, and the demonic runes upon them were dim and lusterless.

Yet, Illusion Thousand Faces looked as if he had found his long-lost father.

The smoke mask on his face twisted violently, forming a highly comical arc filled with obsession and fanaticism; drool was nearly leaking from beneath the mask.

"Aya-ya, Heaven is helping me! Perfect! Simply too perfect!"

"I was wondering how to create an earth-shattering scene to conclude this journey to the Demon Domain, and I never expected someone to deliver a priceless pillow just as I was getting sleepy!"

He held up a damaged Formation Flag, bringing it close to the moonlight to carefully study the Ancient Demonic Runes twisted like ghost scribbles.

As his fingertips lightly brushed over them, a trace of bone-chilling coldness seeped through his skin.

He didn't care at all, dismissing it as residual Devilish Qi.

"Triggering Leylines, tearing space, sacrificing an Emperor Weapon... Tsk tsk, this method is evil enough, grand enough! I like it!"

In the eyes of Illusion Thousand Faces, a fervent desire to see the world in chaos flickered.

As a top-tier Great Master of illusions, he also had extremely deep research into Formations and runes.

In his view, while the Heavenly Demon's set of Formations was powerful, the technique was outrageously crude.

It was purely like holding a golden rice bowl while begging for food!

"Such exquisite Spatial Dao Runes, yet they were only used for low-class tastes like sacrifice. What a waste of God's gifts!"

His playful side was piqued, and he injected a trace of illusion energy into the Formation Flag.

A blurry afterimage flashed across the damaged flag surface—it was the prototype of a brilliant, flowing scroll.

"Ha! I knew it!"

Illusion Thousand Faces slapped his thigh as an extremely bold and death-defying idea fully formed in his mind.

"What if... I redraw the patterns on this Formation Flag in reverse?"

"The forward direction is for summoning, for sacrifice, for forcibly opening a passage."

"Then wouldn't the reverse be for projection, for manifestation, for closing the passage? That flash of light just now is ironclad proof!"

"If I then imbue these reverse patterns with my world-unrivaled illusion energy, wouldn't I be able to turn this fragile spatial node into a super 'holographic projector' covering the entire Xuanyuan Continent?!"

The more Illusion Thousand Faces thought about it, the more excited he became; the smoke smiley face on his head danced an excited tango.

"At that time, I will give the entire Nine Nether Demon Domain—no, the Cultivators of the entire Xuanyuan Continent—a live broadcast of an unprecedented 'Fairy Descending to Earth' illusion show!"

"That scene, tsk tsk, will definitely make the name Illusion Thousand Faces immortal! I'll become an eternal monument in the history of art!"

He was completely immersed in his grand 'artistic vision'.

Illusion Thousand Faces was a man of action; he did as he said!

He immediately sat cross-legged, using supreme illusion as his brush and Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi as his ink, beginning to frantically 'graffiti' upon that extremely fragile spatial node.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, the moonlight was dyed with an ominous ghastly green, and the faint, fragmented murmurs of countless ghosts seemed to drift through the air.

He didn't notice at all, simply assuming it was a phenomenon triggered by his artistic creation—'special effects' to enhance the atmosphere.

With full concentration, he reverse-copied every single demonic rune from those nine damaged Formation Flags without a single error.

However, he had no idea that these nine Formation Flags had already been completely contaminated by the Origin Nether Qi carried by that Fallen Immortal's hand during the sacrifice ritual.

The very nature of the Formation Flags had undergone a fundamental change!

His clever 'reverse operation' not only failed to turn the summoning Formation into a projection Formation...

Instead, it was like forcibly drilling another hole in the pressure relief valve of a pressure cooker about to explode, and then turning the heat up to maximum!

Every reverse rune he drew was frantically twisting the already unstable spatial Laws of this area.

Every trace of illusion energy he imbued became the fatal spark that ignited the powder keg.

The passage connecting to the Netherworld was not closed.

Rather, through his 'efforts,' it was forcibly and quite unreasonably... reversed!

"Buzz—!"

As Illusion Thousand Faces finished the final stroke, a muffled sound like a death knell from the depths of Hell rang out, heavy and oppressive.

A bizarre green Formation, composed of a mixture of illusion energy and Nether Qi and aggregated from the eyeballs of countless vengeful spirits, boomed into existence within the Void Realm!

Ghastly green flames soared into the sky, drenching the night sky for a hundred miles in the atmosphere of a grim ghost domain!

"Done! Job finished!"

Illusion Thousand Faces was so moved by this grand audiovisual effect that his eyes welled with tears. He clapped his hands and looked at his 'masterpiece' with the gratified smile of a proud father.

"Next, it's time to witness the miracle!"

With great anticipation, he waited for the 'Fairy Descending to Earth' show he had personally directed to raise its curtain.