When the black-robed elder appeared and gathered energy to envelop Yao Mengying and take her away, Jun Changxiao immediately couldn’t help but walk over. He didn’t care whether it was a dreamscape or reality—he absolutely wouldn’t allow anyone to take his disciple away.
What surprised him was that though he appeared in the dreamscape as a kind of observer, he could actually touch the other party.
What did this represent?
Both he and the elder truly existed!
“You… how can you enter someone else’s dreamscape?” The black-robed person’s words immediately confirmed for Jun Changxiao that the former had also intruded into Yao Mengying’s dreamscape, so without another word he severely beat him.
“Uh…”
Looking at Gu Zhaoxi who’d been beaten until his nose and face were swollen yet still had a dazed gaze, Dog Leftover’s face showed a trace of guilt. He quickly helped him up and placed him beside the disciples again, pretending nothing had happened.
“Sect Master, I just had a nightmare.” Yao Mengying wiped her tears, seeming not yet recovered, her words carrying some sobbing tone.
“It’s just a dream.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Don’t overthink it.”
The system said: “The black-robed person Host just beat was probably the culprit who caused the disciple to fall into the dreamscape.”
“Pity.”
Jun Changxiao thought darkly: “I let it escape.”
Leading the disciple into a dreamscape, then staging a scene of the sect’s destruction, and finally appearing to take her away—this definitely had a plan behind it.
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Just then, demon cultivators successively caught up from behind.
Without exception, they were all disturbed by the demonic energy, then lost consciousness and stood in place with increasingly vacant gazes.
Jun Changxiao didn’t bother with them. He came before Gu Zhaoxi and his disciples and released the Fire Spirit and Evil Spirit’s power to dispel the demonic energy controlling their minds.
“Huff huff!”
“Huff huff huff!”
A moment later, everyone broke free from the dreamscape and began breathing heavily in urgent gasps.
They had entered the same dreamscape. At first it was a mountain forest filled with birdsong and flowers, then a large group of powerful demonic beasts appeared, forcing them into battle.
Especially Gu Zhaoxi.
He alone fought several hundred demonic beasts.
As a result, he was beaten miserably by the group assault and felt obvious pain throughout his body.
“Ouch!”
Having escaped from the dreamscape, he covered his face: “It hurts so much!”
“Martial Uncle, how did your face get swollen!” Su Xiaomo said.
Li Qingyang and Xiao Zuiji both looked over, their eyes showing confusion.
In the dreamscape, they’d also been attacked by demonic beasts, but returning to reality, their bodies showed no changes. Why was Martial Uncle injured so severely? And it looked like the injuries were all directed at his face?
“That’s not right!”
Gu Zhaoxi puzzled: “How am I the only one injured!”
Jun Changxiao pretended not to hear, then turned to look at the group of demon cultivators who’d just entered: “These people have also fallen into dreamscapes.”
“Thud!”
Suddenly, a demon cultivator fell to the ground, his eyes gradually losing their luster.
Gu Zhaoxi said: “Dead!”
“Whoosh!”
Just then, a wisp of black light emerged from the still-warm corpse, then instantly merged into the stone wall and disappeared.
Jun Changxiao immediately frowned.
This type of attribute had also appeared after he’d beaten the black-robed elder.
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
More and more demon cultivators fell to the ground and lost their life force. Wisps of black light flew out from within their bodies, merging into the walls like ghosts.
“I understand!”
After observing for a while, Gu Zhaoxi said: “This is a technique from the demonic path called Dreamscape Soul Reaping!”
“Those black lights flying out are their souls?”
“Correct!”
Hearing this, Jun Changxiao’s entire face immediately became extremely cold.
Just now in Yao Mengying’s dreamscape, the black-robed elder had wanted to take her away—could it have been to take away her soul?
Fortunately he’d entered. Fortunately he’d stopped it in time. If the girl had gone with him, her outcome would have been becoming a corpse.
“Such vicious methods!”
Nearly causing his disciple to perish in the Yellow Springs thoroughly enraged Jun Changxiao.
“However.”
Gu Zhaoxi said: “Dreamscape Soul Reaping only works on demon cultivators. Even if orthodox martial artists fall into dreamscapes, their souls won’t be reaped.”
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
Demon cultivators fell to the ground one by one, their souls flying out from within.
Jun Changxiao wanted to try to stop it, but couldn’t touch the black attributes at all. He could only watch helplessly as they lost their life force.
“Let’s go.”
“We’ll continue forward.”
Since they’d come to the Demon Origin Land seeking opportunities, they had to be prepared to die. Dog Leftover wouldn’t be so compassionate as to use the two spiritual bodies to resolve the crisis for them. First, it consumed too much energy, and second, there were too many people—he simply couldn’t save them all.
“Old brother.”
As they walked, Gu Zhaoxi said: “Installing Dreamscape Soul Reaping here isn’t as simple as setting up a trap to increase difficulty—it’s clearly nakedly seizing people’s souls.”
“Could there be an ulterior motive?”
“I’ve heard storytellers say that another reason the Demon Ancestor created the Demon Origin Land seems to be laying groundwork for his own resurrection. With Dreamscape Soul Reaping here, perhaps…”
“Gathering large numbers of demon cultivator souls to resurrect himself?”
“Correct!”
“…”
After a brief silence, Jun Changxiao said: “If that’s the case, the demon cultivators coming to seek opportunities are actually entering a graveyard prepared for themselves in advance.”
While conversing, everyone reached the end of the tunnel and entered a relatively spacious area, then were stunned by the scene before their eyes.
This place resembled a palace somewhat, with the ground paved with high-grade stone slabs. Above the four walls were stone statue heads of some kind of demonic beast, all with mouths wide open, spraying out red fluid.
Very fishy, pungent.
“Blood!”
Gu Zhaoxi said: “All demon cultivator blood!”
How could he be so certain?
Because martial artists who cultivated the demonic path had demonic energy in their blood—a slight mental probe could detect it.
The palace had a total of ten demonic beast head statues, so there were ten positions spraying fresh blood, presenting a truly hair-raising scene.
“The blood is warm.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Died recently?”
He Wudi looked carefully at the ten demonic beast heads: “The ten stone gates we saw earlier all had similar patterns. Could it be…”
He didn’t continue, but everyone understood where the blood was coming from.
“Splash splash!”
“Splash splash splash!”
The demon cultivator blood fell into water channels, then surged along fixed routes, finally being transported to a huge blood pool in the central area.
Though Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji and the others were battle-hardened, seeing such a large pool of blood immediately made them feel like vomiting.
Jun Changxiao walked over and discovered that on the northern side of the blood pool was a luxurious throne made of special materials, with complex patterns carved on it and an exquisite box placed on top.
“Old brother.”
Gu Zhaoxi said: “This throne is probably worth quite a bit—we can take it when we leave.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
The two looked at each other and showed brilliant smiles.
“Sect Master!”
Just then, Li Qingyang called out: “Junior Martial Sister walked up!”
Jun Changxiao and Gu Zhaoxi quickly turned to look and saw that Yao Mengying had already stopped before the throne, then picked up the box and sat down. Her expression appeared to have fallen into a dazed state, with crimson light flashing in her eyes.
…
“Buzzing!”
“Buzzing!”
Outside, the tightly closed great iron gate suddenly began to shake.
Tonggu Zhenren quickly looked up, and taking advantage of when Qiye Zhenren was also looking, waved his hand to mess up the chess board: “What’s this situation?”
“Kekeke!”
“Kekekeke!”
Suddenly, strange laughter came from the great iron gate, along with an imposing voice that shook the heavens: “Ten Great Immortal Sects, all great clans, your nightmare has returned!”
“Not good!”
Tonggu Zhenren and Qiye Zhenren exclaimed in unison: “The Demon Ancestor has resurrected!”
“Flutter flutter!”
Just then, a crane flew over from the distance, transmitting certain intelligence.
The corner of Qiye Zhenren’s mouth twitched: “Just received news that your disciple Jun Changxiao brought several disciples into the Demon Origin Land!”
“What?”
Tonggu Zhenren’s eyes widened, then in anger he flipped the chess board, roaring: “He’s not even a demon cultivator—what’s he joining in the excitement for!”
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