Death

"Let's take a look at the situation ahead!" Feng Jiu said, holding the eight trigram mirror in one hand, and Xuanyuan Mo Ze's hand in her other hand.

When the two of them followed the little monkey to the innermost part of the cave, they couldn't help but pause. 

There was an illusionary wall in front of them, it twisted like air flowing and blocked the way forward. They were unable to see beyond the illusionary wall, and only saw the little monkey coming out to the front. The little monkey reached out and touched it, then his whole body disappeared forward. 

"What just happened?"