“Hm?” Margaret turned around in surprise, looking at Dustin in confusion. Dustin’s gaze did not linger on the breathtaking scenery before them. Instead, his sharp eyes swept slowly across the entire valley—like an eagle’s, carrying a chill that could pierce through illusion. “What we see before us may not be real,” he said calmly. “The spiritual energy here is abundant, yet unstable—lacking any foundation. The celestial music sounds beautiful, yet its rhythm is too perfect, losing all natural flow. Feel carefully—the scent of the flowers, the sound of water, the drifting mist… don’t they seem too deliberate? As if crafted solely to please the senses?” At his words, Margaret and several of the stronger guards focused their senses—and indeed began to notice something wrong. The floral fragrance, when inhaled for too long, turned cloying and dizzying. The sound of the running water never changed in rhythm, as if endlessly repeating the same tune. Even the mist that swirled around the...