Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

The third blockade of Storm Mountain, the Soul Storm, was like an invisible door that stood in front of Lin Fan and the others. Unlike the previous Wind Blade Formation and Lightning Prison, the Soul Storm did not have the biting cold wind and violent thunder, but brought a deeper and more strange pressure.

The four people stood at the edge of the storm, and the sound of the wind suddenly became low, like countless whispers echoing in their ears. This storm seemed invisible, invisible and intangible, but they could feel the oppressive feeling that followed them like a shadow. It did not hurt their bodies, but penetrated from the depths of their souls bit by bit, eroding their consciousness.

Lin Fan stood in front, frowning, feeling the uneasiness buried deep in his heart gradually growing. "The storm here is completely different from the previous ones..." He whispered, his eyes solemn, "It doesn't attack our bodies directly, but penetrates into our minds and disrupts our will. We must be careful."

Jiang Shuiling gently closed her eyes, feeling the vague power around her. Suddenly, her face turned pale, and her tone revealed a bit of panic: "This feeling... is like fighting against the fear and desire in my heart. The shadow deep in my soul seems to be pulled out by this storm."

Zhong Ling'er held the staff tightly in both hands, her face became paler, and beads of sweat began to seep out of her forehead. Her voice was trembling a little: "My consciousness... seems to be slowly being eroded by this storm. I can feel that something is growing in my heart, and I can't hold on any longer!"

Lin Fan's eyes turned cold, and he shouted without hesitation: "Keep calm! This storm is meant to disturb our minds, we must not let it control our consciousness!"

He raised his hand, and the Chaos Tower reappeared. The tower emitted a soft glow, which enveloped the four people like quiet moonlight, temporarily slowing down the invasion of the soul storm. However, Lin Fan soon discovered that although the Chaos Tower could withstand physical attacks, it seemed somewhat powerless in front of this invisible soul power. The soul storm was like an all-pervasive fog. Even if it was temporarily suppressed, it still lingered around, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"This storm is much stronger than I thought..." Lin Fan murmured in a low voice, tightening his grip on the Chaos Tower and frowning. He could feel that the power of the storm was gradually destroying their will and forcing them to face the deepest fear in their hearts.

At this moment, the storm around them suddenly intensified. The whispers in the air seemed to become more harsh and crazy, like countless wronged souls screaming in their ears, or like inner demons whispering in their ears, constantly tempting them to fall into the abyss.

Lin Fan felt his mind was in a mess, and in a trance, the scene before his eyes began to distort. He saw the figures of his parents, and the familiar faces gradually blurred in the storm, and then gradually dissipated. He wanted to reach out and grab them, but he only grasped empty air.

"Fake... all of this is fake!" Lin Fan gritted his teeth and forced himself to break free from the illusion. He knew that everything in the soul storm was just an illusion, the purpose of which was to shake their beliefs and make them lost in the illusion. However, the reality of the illusion and the inner turmoil made it almost impossible for him to distinguish between the real and the fake.

The surrounding scenes continued to change. Lin Fan saw his former comrades lying in a pool of blood. They disappeared one by one in front of his eyes, with pain and helplessness. And these past scenes were like a sharp knife piercing his heart, making him almost unable to bear it.

"These are all illusions..." Lin Fan gritted his teeth, veins popping out on his forehead, and he held the Chaos Tower tightly in his hand. He kept reminding himself: "I must control my mind... I can't be defeated by these illusions!"

However, the power of the soul storm far exceeded his expectations. The emotional impact brought by the illusion almost completely destroyed his mind. Lin Fan could almost feel his soul wavering, as if he would fall into the abyss completely if he was not careful.

While Lin Fan was struggling, Jin Buke, Jiang Shuiling and Zhong Ling'er also fell into illusions.

In front of Jin Buk, a bloody battlefield spread out. He saw himself fighting with countless enemies, his sword stained with blood, and his opponent was actually his former partner and best friend. With every sword strike, Jin Buk felt the pain from the depths of his soul, the betrayal and pain almost tore his mind apart. His hands trembled, and he muttered to himself: "This is not true... This is not true..."

Jiang Shuiling's eyes were filled with endless loneliness. She saw herself standing alone on the barren land, with no other life between heaven and earth. The endless silence was like an abyss in the darkness, swallowing her soul bit by bit. She felt the boundless emptiness, as if the whole world had abandoned her.

Zhong Ling'er fell into an even more terrifying illusion. She was surrounded by endless darkness, and countless whispers echoed in her ears, as if invisible demons were whispering in her ears, tempting her to fall into the abyss. The staff in her hand began to tremble, her spiritual power was gradually out of control, and her body began to shake.

"Zhong Ling'er!" Lin Fan's voice was like a sharp sword, piercing through her consciousness. Zhong Ling'er suddenly woke up, breathing rapidly, and the staff in her hand almost slipped to the ground. She raised her head and looked around in shock: "This...what's going on?"

"The soul storm is trying to destroy our will!" Lin Fan shouted, his voice full of unquestionable determination, "Keep your mind steady, don't be swayed by illusions!"

Zhong Ling'er nodded vigorously, gripped the staff tightly, and tried to concentrate to block out the temptations from the depths of her soul.

At the same time, Jin Buke and Jiang Shuiling gradually emerged from the illusion. Their faces were very pale, and they were obviously experiencing extremely painful inner struggles.

"This storm... is simply life-threatening!" Jin Buk wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and clenched the sword in his hand. His voice was filled with anger and unwillingness, "This illusion almost made me completely lose control!"

Jiang Shuiling also panted slightly. Although her face was calm, her eyes showed deep fatigue. "The terrible thing about the soul storm is that it can awaken the deepest fear and dark side in our hearts... Once we are caught up in it, it is difficult to turn back."

Lin Fan looked at them steadily, his voice low and firm: "Soul Storm is the ultimate test of one's will. If we can't stay awake here, all our efforts will be in vain."

The four looked at each other, and they could all feel the profound impact of this battle. This was not only a test of strength, but also a baptism of the soul. Everyone saw the things they were most unwilling to face in the illusion, and these illusions seemed to force them to admit their weaknesses.

"We must keep moving forward." Lin Fan's voice was firm and clear. He had gradually walked out of the shadow of the illusion, and his mind had returned to peace. He looked forward, and the golden light was faintly visible behind the storm.

"Let's go, the top of the mountain is just ahead." Lin Fan took a deep breath and took the first step.

Jin Buke, Jiang Shuiling and Zhong Ling'er nodded silently and followed closely. Although the soul storm did not completely defeat them, it allowed them to see their own hearts clearly. And all of this will eventually become their motivation to move forward in the future.

The storm gradually receded, and the Storm Mountain below the four people became quiet, as if it had accepted their challenge. And at the top of the mountain in front of them, a brilliant golden light was faintly visible.