Crashed into complete disarray!

That thick, viscous blood pressed down so heavily that one could barely breathe. It wasn’t like being swept into water, but rather like having a wall smash into one’s head, making it impossible to find direction—one could only spin along with that sea of blood.

Jian Chou couldn’t help but speculate about the direction.

This sea of blood came from places they had never been to before, perhaps from Pangu’s heart. In any case, it surged through Pangu’s blood vessels. Most likely, it was carrying them toward the path they had come from, with a smaller possibility of heading toward other, more numerous and finer blood vessels around them.

But after finishing this brief contemplation, her thoughts returned to those three characters: “Xie Buchen.”

He was simply too perceptive. Creating a scheme that could deceive him was nearly impossible.

Because at this moment, she was not omniscient either.

Like just now, she had never expected that within this desolate domain formed by Pangu’s shell, traces of Pangu’s heart blood would still remain. And she happened to carry those three purple incense sticks obtained from the old residence in the City of Wrongful Deaths on her person—Xie Buchen must have noticed something. With his wisdom and meticulousness, the moment those four words “Pangu’s heart blood” escaped from the White Crane Emperor’s lips, he could detect that there was some extremely similar aura between these two things.

Just as she had accidentally discovered during her nearly four hundred years of exploration that these three incense sticks were not merely the simple “three drops of heart blood incense from the nine-headed bird,” Xie Buchen also caught the scent of conspiracy in that instant.

But at this moment, he was already trapped within the desolate domain.

So he couldn’t worry about anything else—strike first to gain advantage. If he could seize those three incense sticks from her hands, it would at least be better than being controlled by others.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t be taken away.

Amid the spinning heaven and earth, Jian Chou could vaguely sense someone following her. She frowned slightly, and within the embrace of this sea of blood, she gripped the sword in her hand and struck out with one blow!

Splash!

The blood water rose like a high wall, split open by her sword stroke, but at the end there was nothing at all.

Jian Chou’s heart trembled, and just as she felt something was wrong, an intense sensation of falling suddenly struck!

Like jumping down from a ten-thousand-zhang cliff!

“Bang!”

The sea of blood that had been carrying her vanished into thin air. She was actually falling from high in the sky, and below was a vast, magnificent city stretching endlessly, connected section by section. But none of it had any bright colors—everything looked grayish and gloomy.

She crashed down onto the ground.

But her body suffered no injury at all. It didn’t feel like hitting hard ground, but rather like crashing into a ball of cotton.

Jian Chou immediately frowned tightly.

Looking down, she gently stepped on what appeared to be the hard gray stone pavement of the city street, and the surface softly sank down.

When she lifted her foot, the pavement returned to its original state.

Looking up, she saw a huge black sun hanging high in the snow-white sky.

All the surrounding buildings were in a style Jian Chou had never seen before.

Big.

They were simply too big.

Standing on this street, she was even shorter than a broken, crumbling brick by the roadside!

This feeling was like becoming an ant, pitifully small.

Jian Chou felt something was wrong.

But before she could figure out the key point, a huge shadow appeared beneath her feet, and the entire world suddenly darkened.

The earth shook and the sky trembled!

She turned her head and actually saw a team of giants, enormous as mountains and incredibly huge, walking toward her. The tallest giant was surrounded by all the other giants, holding a blazing golden giant axe in his hand, shouting something toward the sky.

She wanted to dodge, but the giants’ steps were simply too large!

“Boom!”

Jian Chou had just leaped into the air when a massive foot descended from the sky, directly stepping on her!

Her head immediately filled with dull pain, and her consciousness became hazy and confused.

Darkness suddenly descended.

Jian Chou blinked uncomfortably, and before her eyes no longer were the huge and strange buildings and cities from before, nor the white sky and black sun, and certainly not the giants whose single step could crush her. There was only a pitch-black vortex that could absorb all surrounding light.

There was the graveyard of light.

But strangely, at the center of this vortex sat a large white dog.

The vortex continued rotating, and Jian Chou was swept into it.

From the edge of the vortex, together with stars, dust, and light, she gradually approached the center of the vortex. In her field of vision, that white dog sitting calmly there rapidly changed its appearance—its fur color changed from white to black, its teeth quickly became sharp, and even its appearance became fierce!

In an instant, it had transformed into a wolf!

From this strange transformation, Jian Chou suddenly caught a whiff of an ominous premonition, and her eyes held some understanding.

Sure enough, after being swept into the vortex, the scene before her changed once again.

This time it was a huge purple-gold wheel, like a six-petaled purple-gold lotus flower, blooming on an unrolled Book of Life and Death.

Jian Chou recognized it at a glance—

The Six Paths of Reincarnation!

She couldn’t feel her own existence and only felt she had transformed into nothingness. Then a huge shadow was pulled over from afar by this rotating Six Paths of Reincarnation, passing through her “body.”

In that instant, she felt a kind of despair.

But it wasn’t her despair, but rather the despair she felt from this “existence” that passed through her body—unable to resist, sorrowful, even angry!

What kind of powerful and magnificent force was that?

Yet before this reincarnation manipulated by giant hands, it had no ability to resist and was directly swept into the cycle of reincarnation.

The power of endless rules descended in an instant.

So Jian Chou immediately saw—saw that powerful deity being cut into fragments by reincarnation, shattered into countless mayflies amid infinite suffering!

Bright light shone, and the mayflies flew up with transparent wings.

One of them flew toward her and entered her brow.

Jian Chou suddenly felt her existence again. Opening her eyes, she found herself still standing in that initially huge city, but all those magnificent buildings that had been heart-tremblingly grand were now destroyed, collapsed on the ground, piled into terrifying ruins.

At this moment, her mind finally regained clarity.

Jian Chou’s gaze became much sharper, carefully examining everything around her. It seemed perfect and flawless, incredibly real, yet she detected a taste of falsehood she had encountered before.

A dream.

This was a dream.

What she could immediately think of was that day when she walked on the mountain path with Fudao Shanren, hearing him say those words.

“There are strange merchants in the world who specialize in selling absurd dreams…”

Murmuring softly, the corner of her lips curled, and Jian Chou let out a cold laugh.

If she still didn’t understand at this point, that would be foolish. Six thousand years ago, only one person had come out of here alive—Elder Tianmo Meng. The White Crane Emperor had originally left a Changye Slip for this person, but they hadn’t appeared. Everyone thought this person wouldn’t show up, but little did they know, it wasn’t that the person hadn’t arrived, but that they had arrived early—only no one had discovered it.

Or rather, this person had entered alongside them quite legitimately!

Now that she was trapped in this bizarre dream realm that completely defied logic, it was undoubtedly the handiwork of this “Tianmo”!

Jian Chou’s gaze flowed as her thoughts raced.

She actually closed her eyes.

A mysterious aura immediately emanated from her body.

But after only ten breaths, she reopened her eyes. Her appearance hadn’t changed much, only her complexion had become somewhat paler.

“Immortal Jian Chou!”

A voice tinged with pleasant surprise suddenly rang out in the distance.

Jian Chou turned to look and actually saw Sword Bearer.

He wore a white cloth robe, and like her, his body bore no trace of the filth from the sea of blood. Even that youthful face maintained its usual calm and gentle expression.

Seeing Jian Chou unexpectedly, he was somewhat surprised.

After calling out to her and seeing her respond, he walked toward her. The string of warm silver rings and white jade beads at his left ear swayed with his movement.

The distance between them rapidly shortened, but when only one zhang remained, a huge mirror appeared without warning between them, separating the two on opposite sides!

The mirror surface was like quicksilver, constantly flowing yet very transparent.

Jian Chou standing on this side could see Sword Bearer, and Sword Bearer standing on that side could also see Jian Chou.

Both were somewhat stunned by this development.

Jian Chou immediately frowned and instinctively wanted to move away from the mirror. But before she could retreat, the originally distorted mirror surface had become smooth as paper carefully unfolded by someone.

Within it appeared Sword Bearer’s image.

But Jian Chou could tell that this wasn’t him as he was now.

It should be from long, long ago, when his cultivation wasn’t as high as now, when he would sit on the cliff’s edge comprehending the sword from early morning until sunset.

The sword in his hands swallowed the sun and moon day and night.

But as soon as he picked up the sword and stood up, the cliff transformed into a great river, and he sat in a boat, watching two sword cultivators with blurred faces duel in the heart of the river.

It seemed…

Also a dream.

Jian Chou immediately realized something, her gaze falling on the mirror surface as if trying to penetrate it to see Sword Bearer behind it. If she could stand on this side of the mirror and see the other party’s dream, did it mean that the other party, standing on that side of the mirror, could equally see her dream?

So what would Sword Bearer see?