When 'God' Decides To Start Over-Chapter 725 - 293: Please Grant Me One Sword

Old Thousand came out of the Sword Soul Gate covered in dust and dirt. He had just taken a couple of sips of water in the encampment outside the Trial Gate, when he saw a young man approaching.

"This is a restricted area, and this Trial Gate is not open to the public. No idlers are allowed," Old Thousand shouted when he saw the young man walking straight to the fence, seemingly intending to climb over it. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"I'm not going in; I'm here to find you." The young man spoke with a constant smile on his face, appearing quite cheerful and sunny.

"Find me? What for?" Old Thousand frowned slightly. He had been guarding the Trial Gate for three years, and apart from his family, this was the first time someone had come to see him.

"I heard your swordsmanship is very strong, and I want to seek your guidance on some aspects of swordsmanship." The young man said with a serious expression.

Feeling slightly displeased, Old Thousand responded, "Who did you hear that from? You must be mistaken."

Anyone who knew about his relationship with the Old Undying knew that his swordsmanship was quite lacking. They even secretly gave him the nickname of the most incompetent Trial Taker of his level. How could anyone say his swordsmanship was strong? Old Thousand thought the young man was mocking him.

"Your surname is Old, and your name is Thousand, right?" The young man looked Old Thousand up and down and asked.

"That's correct," Old Thousand nodded.

"Then there's no mistake. I came to ask you about Illusionary Swordsmanship," the young man said seriously.

"Ask me... about... Illusionary Swordsmanship..." Old Thousand stared blankly at the young man, wondering if this guy was mentally unstable. It was the first time he heard someone specifically researching such a thing.

"Yes," the young man nodded with certainty.

"Who are you really? Are you here to cause trouble?" Old Thousand became more convinced that this guy was here to ridicule him.

"You're not Old Thousand, the one who knows Illusionary Swordsmanship?" The young man seemed genuinely puzzled.

Seeing his expression, Old Thousand felt that he didn't seem to be mocking him and became somewhat puzzled himself: "I am Old Thousand. Do you really want to learn Illusionary Swordsmanship?"

"Not learn, but research," the young man said.

"So, you also know Illusion Technique?" Old Thousand couldn't help but feel some sympathy for this man. He thought he was the only one unlucky enough to have ended up with an illusion sword as a Symbiotic Contract that couldn't harm anyone; it turns out someone else was just as unfortunate.

"A little bit," the young man nodded.

"I thought so," Old Thousand sighed, walked over to open the gate in the fence, and said sympathetically, "Come on in. Although I don't have much to teach you, as a senior, I can share some experience for you to reference."

The young man didn't stand on ceremony. After coming in, he sat down on a stool and asked with a grin, "I'm curious, what level has your Illusionary Swordsmanship reached?"

Hearing this question, Old Thousand became more convinced that the young man, like himself, had unfortunately formed a contract with an illusory Symbiotic Contract. Since it had no real combat power, one could only research these illusory levels.

"If you're willing to listen, I'll share with you. Based on what I've learned, I believe Illusion Technique should have three levels," Old Thousand began to speak volubly as if he had found a kindred spirit: "The first level is True Illusion. You must make the illusion real, reaching the point of making the false indistinguishable from the true, so that flaws cannot be discerned. Only then can the fake be transformed into the real. Although it lacks actual destructive power, it can instill awe, allowing one to conquer without fighting. This level is tough, but it's just the foundation of Illusion Technique."

"Making false indistinguishable from true is indeed not easy. Is that really just the foundation?" The young man nodded, continuing, "And what about the second level?"

"The second level is more advanced; it's called Fake Illusion." Old Thousand said.

"Illusion is inherently fake, but what does Fake Illusion mean?" The young man asked with great curiosity.

Old Thousand spoke with some pride: "Brother, this is something you might not know. I researched for a long time to comprehend this level of Fake Illusion."

"To put it simply, because others know everything about you is fake, if at this time you use something real, they would also assume your real things are fake illusions. For example, everyone knows our Symbiotic Contract is an Illusory Object that cannot cause harm, but if you can find a Parasitic Contract very similar to the Symbiotic Contract, others will take it as an illusion, then it will be greatly advantageous."

"When the true becomes false and the false becomes true, and when the false turns into true and the true into false, if you can master these two levels of True Illusion and Fake Illusion, there will be endless variations. This essence of Heart Technique is nothing more than this," Old Thousand talked vehemently, looking very excited.

"You said Illusion Technique has three levels; False becoming true and true becoming false seem to cover everything. What, then, is the third level?" The young man looked very curious.

Old Thousand enjoyed this feeling, patted the young man's shoulder, and said: "The first two levels can be comprehended by anyone with some wisdom. If one can truly understand them, one will certainly make a great achievement. But the third level is not so simple. Ordinary people cannot even think of it, let alone understand it. Only those with great enlightenment can suddenly grasp this level."

"So, what kind of level is it?" The young man looked at Old Thousand with a face full of anticipation.