"Is this the dreamland?" Zhao Gongming looked around, the three people found themselves in an unknown space. Around them were dense clouds and gold rays, a nice scenery. However, these clouds will not produce good girls out of them.
The imagined reflection dragon didn't even cast a shadow.
Deng ChanYu silently calculated the direction, and Duobao seemed to be calculating something as well, neither of them paying any attention to him. Old Zhao felt rebuffed and, in order to show that he also had his own methods, he similarly pinched his fingers to calculate. In reality, he had no clues at all; he was just making a show.
Zhao Gongming was very cautious of these sleep-inducing clouds and mist, but after waiting for a while, he found that the mist here was completely different from the mist in the East Sea. It wasn't sleepy, but rather had some kind of ability to hinder one's progress.
About ten breaths later, Deng ChanYu pointed in a certain direction: "Brother Zhao, let's enter from the Kun position."
Old Zhao couldn't see any difference between the direction she pointed and the other places, but fortunately, there was a mutual acquaintance in the form of the Three Thunderesses between them, which provided enough mutual trust as a foundation. He readily agreed.
"Okay, let me show you!"
His robe moved without wind, his thoughts connected with the heavens and the earth, and a gentle breeze brushed by at the Kun position.
It was just a light breeze, strong enough only to lift a single leaf.
He had an expression of confusion, unsure what went wrong.
Duobao reminded him: "Younger Brother, we are guests. In this world, the power we can exert will be suppressed by the host. Give it our all!"
Old Zhao had great trust in his senior brother. He coughed once, and behind him, the twenty-four solar terms appeared, containing a touch of the power of time.
The Treasure of Establishment became the twenty-four solar terms, and the magical artifact disappeared. However, he also gained the ability to control time.
Zhao Gongming waved his hand, starting from Li Chun and going all the way to Dànhán, like a compass, four kinds of power closely connected to the Primeval World sequentially emerged. When the power stacked up one after another and ran to Dànhán, a wild wind surging from the deepest part of the Primeval World also formed. This was not Sānmì Shénfēng (Three Eternal Wind), nor was it Wúxū Béfēng (Empty Ox-Plough Wind), but rather the world wind mixed with some of the power of heaven, earth, and humanities!
This wind comes from time and returns to time.
The wind blew the clouds and mist as if by hand, opening a door to reveal a new path hidden in the shadows.
"Let's go!" Deng ChanYu took the lead and opened the path, with Duobao and Old Zhao following closely behind.
Old Zhao asked, "Just now was outside, but isn't this where the dreamland is now?"
Seeing this, a dazzling Milky Way was hanging in the sky, but its light was obscured by mist to a large extent. There were about ten dragons flickering intermittently in the clouds. The ground was pitch black, and the architectural craftsmanship on the islands could be said to be exquisite. The palaces on the stone walls and the courtyards between cliffs perfectly merged with the natural environment and what the architects intended to express. The buildings were tall, majestic, yet also exquisitely beautiful. However, there were no immortals here, only dragons in large numbers.
Old Zhao muttered, "Why are there so many dragons here? Why call it the Dreamland? Why not the Dragon Isles instead?"
His desire for adventure was strong, and his vision wasn't that bad. Previously, he had no clues, but now it was much easier.
He soon found the only reality among the illusions within the island, which was a giant dragon with a body of pure gold. This color was different from the traditional yellow scales of the mirage dragon, but its feature of inversed scales was consistent.
"Is that guy the mirage dragon?" he asked the two people beside him.
Deng ChanYu and Duobao exchanged a glance, both of them nodded silently. Let it be yours, if you say so.
Without a word, Old Zhao conjured the Qiankun Ruler and struck at the golden giant dragon head-on.
After only three moves, he had already understood the other party's strength.
"But it's just a Golden Immortal! See my skills!"
The golden dragon moved slightly slowly, and Zhao Gongming's power was greatly restricted here, but he was still a Precious Saint, far above the level of the other. Even restricted, he could draw power from the origin of the world.
The dragon's claws struck fiercely, and the Qiankun Ruler sliced through the air with an arc, landing with precision on the outside of the dragon's claw. The supreme preternatural treasure caused the golden giant dragon to cry out in pain, a large number of its reversed scales shattered, and its sinews twisted and exposed, leaving a large patch of bloodied flesh.
The dragon lifted its head and, in anger, spat out a bolt of lightning. The heavens changed color, and electrical light zigzagged across the sky like a sea of thunder. Old Zhao snorted disdainfully and waved his right sleeve to effortlessly block all the electrical flashes. At the same time, he quietly conjured the Shackle for Dragons with his left hand. A beam of spiritual light flashed by and tied up the dragon's tail. He then pulled with all his might.
His strength was even greater than that of the dragon. The golden dragon only let out a despairing cry before its head was shattered by the Qiankun Ruler. The huge dragon carcass twitched on the ground and soon fell silent.
It only took about ten moves from start to finish, and the enemy was defeated and their life force was extinguished.
Old Zhao was somewhat puzzled: "Is that it? Has the mirage dragon really disappeared?"
Duobao couldn't bear to see him make the Jie Sect look bad: "Younger brother, the mirage dragons are infinite and endless. They arise and vanish. Because this kind of dragon hides among the dreams of all sentient beings, that's why this place is called the Dreamland."
Zhao Gongming finally woke up to the realization: "Big Brother's implication is that we are now in a dream of a living being?"
He looked around and pointed at the collapsing world, "What kind of creature dreams of these things? It's not an ordinary person, is it?"
Duobao pursed his lips, as if he was considering something.
Deng ChanYu wanted to resolve the matter with the mirage dragon as soon as possible and then take the child back to Mount Emei.
"Don't worry, it's just a dream of a dragon tribe. If we start from the dreams of ordinary people, it would be difficult to find the real mirage dragon. I specifically chose such a dragon as my target, and he won't mind."
Old Zhao still had questions: "Based on the scale of this dream, this Daoist friend must have a high cultivation in reality, right? Even such immortals fall into dreams? I originally thought that the mist could only affect land immortals."
Deng ChanYu explained to him: "The impact of mirage dragons on the dragon tribe is much greater than that of immortals. Once alone, even Golden Immortals of the dragon race cannot resist the erosion of this dream."
Old Zhao suddenly understood. He was very satisfied with Deng ChanYu. No wonder she was the close friend of his sister, her insight and skills were indeed not ordinary. He had no problem here.
Deng ChanYu took out the piece of the Ancestor Dragon Pearl again, did some calculations, and opened another passage. At the other end of the passage was a new dream.
Longhua Mountain.
"The pain is unbearable!" Huang Long Zhen yelled in pain!
He was practicing cultivation in seclusion, just taking a nap, but he hadn't expected to actually fall asleep.
Sleeping was already bad enough, but he never expected that, in his dream, he was beaten up severely. It was so painful!
He touched his wrist and felt the intense pain. He then touched his forehead, only to find that his head was shattered! The dragon blood flowed profusely.
He awkwardly pushed open the door of his meditation room, lay on the ground, and waved at the tiger aunt from a distance, "Quickly give me that Immortal Pill from the Sanjiao Sect that I saved up last time! Hurry!"
