Emei Mountain, Taixuan Cave.
Xiao Wuyi woke up from a nap and found that his friend the Dream Eel was missing.
She looked around and searched everywhere, but no matter which direction she turned, she couldn't find the shadow of the Dream Eel. She could only go to ask her father, who was sitting on the mountain top "sipping northwest wind".
"Dad, where's my Dreamy?"
Deng Chanyun looked at him and said, "You're not a three or four-year-old child anymore. Mimicking isn't useful. She was calm and silent."
Xiao Wuyi frowned tightly, as if she had guessed the truth. She grabbed Deng Chanyun's sleeve: "Did you drive Dreamy away? Dreamy is so pitiful, eats a lot, will starve to death on the road, or did you sell it? What a bad person!"
Deng Chanyu closed his eyes and remained silent. That Dream Eel creature is terrible at everything; it's number one at eating. Since coming to Emei Mountain, it's lived a life of loafing and waiting to die. Whenever you ask it to do some work, it claims it did it in its dreams. Isn't that just nonsense?
Deng Chanyu was extremely busy herself, so she couldn't stand such a bum who eats for free. Emei Mountain doesn't keep idle people or animals. This time, she will rent it out to the 'School of Cutoff' sect and make a small profit.
She was happily calculating the amount of rent when Xiao Wuyi shook her arm vigorously, "Bad person, bad person! Look, it's getting dark!"
Deng Chanyu remained unmoved, "Don't even think about fooling me into opening my eyes."
Suddenly, Little Green Phoenix cried out in the distance, and Nezha's footsteps could be heard approaching.
A kind of subconscious warning prompted Deng Chanyu to open her eyes.
The night has come.
It was clearly the third hour of the fourth watch, but at this moment, the sky was pitch dark. This kind of darkness was different from the loss of light in the night. It was more like something had blocked out the sunlight and completely enveloped Pooiang with its shadow.
Before Nezha, Little Green Phoenix, and the others could ask, Deng Chanyu instantly identified the source of the problem.
"Dreamland? Is this a dream of a saint?"
Without doubt, the 'School of Cutoff' sect intends to leverage the capabilities of the Dream Eel to bypass both internal and external obstacles, attempting to draw out the consciousness of Tung Te ancestor's disembodied form from dreams. There seems to be some mistake in the intermediate link, as if all the gloom within the disembodied form has been brought out. If my guess is correct, this disembodied form should be Tung Te ancestor's evil corpse.
Being able to identify the problem doesn't mean being able to solve it. After all, she is not a sage and has limited means at her disposal.
Deng Chanyu quickly used her spiritual connection to ask Yunxiao, wanting to know what had happened.
In the depths of Biyou Palace.
The three direct disciples and the three external disciples of the School of Cutoff, along with the Snake Spirit Mother, who is neither clearly a direct disciple nor an external one, gathered together.
They stood in a row, Duobao Daoist presenting his own Duobao Pagoda, relying on dozens of pieces of treasure to form the Taiji Liyi Baguazhang array, fiercely guarding the numerous disciples. He doesn't have any disciples here; they are all disciples.
Standing opposite them was a young Daoist with furrowed brows and bright eyes, who was dignified and imposing. He seemed as sharp and unstoppable as a sword.
The Daoist held a long sword that shimmered with green blade light.
This is the Yuan Tu Sword, which once belonged to the Demon River Old Lord. The young Daoist had taken it away from Yunxiao with just three moves, this unblemished killing treasure.
With the sword in hand, the young Daoist's attack power surged by a hundred times. Jinling and Wugang were no match for him, while Duobao was able to hold his own thanks to the abundance of his treasures and the proficiency of his array formations. However, such endurance had a limit.
"We can hold out for at most a quarter of an hour. When the time is up, I'll disperse the great array, and you all run for your lives!" Duobao's words were still as calm and ruthless.
"All of you leave. I am the leader of the School of Cutoff. I'll take up the rear." Jinling Mother presented the Si Xiang Pagoda and intended to use her level of cutting one corpse to defend against the ancestral disembodied form of Tung Te.
Yunxiao felt compassion, yet thinking of her two sisters, she ultimately didn't say anything about staying behind alone.
Dream Eel shed tears, and wanted to hide behind Yunxiao like an elephant, but it was simply unrealistic.
Yunxiao patted Dream Eel: "Don't worry, it's not your fault this time, and we won't blame you."
Deng Chanyu's spiritual connection appeared in time, and she quickly divided a thread of her spirit to send over.
Deng Chanyu asked, "What's going on in your area? The entire Xing Huang World is enveloped by the dreams of the Upper Pure Saint, and now every corner of Xing Huang is filled with killing intent."
Yunxiao glanced at Jinling Mother and sighed softly: "We acted too hastily, rushing things too much. Dream Eel delved too deeply into teacher's dreams, bringing out some um, some past events."
At this moment, it's meaningless to say whose fault it is. In any case, it's the responsibility of the School of Cutoff, and I am also a member of the School of Cutoff. There's no running away.
Deng Chanyu, who is stationed in Emei Mountain, roughly understood Yunxiao's meaning and was also thinking of a solution.
Now, the disembodied form of Tung Te ancestor was in a state of neither sleeping nor waking, just like many people have nightmares, knowing they are dreaming in their brain but unable to wake up.
Deng Chanyu pondered for a moment and asked, "What is the strength of the disembodied form of your sect leader?"
Yunxiao said with a trembling heart, "Very strong. He took away the Yuan Tu Sword with just three moves."
"Oh?" Deng Chanyu was somewhat surprised: "You managed to hold out for three moves? It seems that the disembodied form of the ancestor is not in a good state."
Yunxiao: (pause)
Angry, wanting to beat someone up!
Am I that weak?!
Hearing that the disembodied form of Tung Te ancestor is not strong, Deng Chanyu has a solution.
No matter how much calculation, no matter how many tricks, no matter how deep the plot, in the end, it's always more effective to have fists than anything else. This is the insight of the Old Iron Man, and she wholeheartedly agrees with it.
She dragged Qiongqi out of the Thousand Miles River Landscape: "How did Huanglong true man yell at Jingyang Gang last time? Change your appearance into his and yell again."
Qiongqi: "？？？?"
Deng Chanyu choked Qiongqi's neck, and her fingers continued to apply pressure. There was a crisp sound as the vertebrae clicked together.
Qiongqi was tearful and quickly transformed into a face that was seven percent similar to Huanglong Zhenren. After that, he swore at the sky, "Tian Wenjing, I grass XX!" (Chapter 1018).
Deng Chanyu silently waited. After nearly a cup of tea, Yunxiao said through the spiritual connection that the disembodied form of the sage on their side had disappeared, and a huge vortex had appeared in the sky above Emei Mountain.
The young Daoist with black hair and black robes, holding the Yuan Tu Sword, walked out from the vortex.
His eyes were indeed open, but there was no spirit in them, giving him a dazed look. He surveyed the surroundings, and the young Daoist was somewhat puzzled, not knowing what he had come here for.
Deng Chanyu pushed Qiongqi back into the Thousand Miles River Landscape and said aloud, "It's just some sort of means of entanglement of cause and effect, not worth mentioning."
The young Daoist looked over and seemed to feel a sense of familiarity, but couldn't remember her name.
Deng Chanyu took out the Chaos Bell: "Brother Daoist, we had an agreement last time, that the next time we meet, we should settle our scores. Let's do it today?" (Chapter 1023).
