Light danced along the edge of the illusion as if it were brushing against something real—yet intangible.
The illusion wasn't merely convincing—it was uncanny.
It didn't resemble a simple mirage. No, it looked like something that shouldn't exist at all, something spectral, hovering eerily in the air. It lacked the solid clarity of a true double, but that was what made it even more disorienting.
And that, Lin Mu realized, was precisely the key.
Once he grasped this understanding, his progress accelerated.
From the sluggish pace of a crawling snail, he advanced to the steady trudge of a slow-moving cow. It still wasn't fast by any means, but it was leaps and bounds better than before—and more importantly, it was real, measurable progress.
"I did it!" Lin Mu exclaimed, excitement bursting from his chest like steam from a kettle.
