At the same time, many cultivators in the Dao Palace had also sensed the drastic change in the situation. They rushed over from all directions. Even though they didn't get too close, the shock and disbelief on their faces, and their heavy breathing still reached Wang Baole's ears.
"Baole, you …"
"Wang Baole, what are you doing?"
Amidst the heavy breathing, there were cries of surprise. Wang Baole didn't turn around, but he heard Lord Xu, Zhao Yameng, and the others' voices. In silence, he looked at the weakened Feng Qiuran and slowly narrowed his eyes. He raised his right hand and pointed with a finger. Instantly, a gust of wind erupted like a sharp sword and pierced through Feng Qiuran's forehead.
Feng Qiuran's body shook and her eyes widened. She looked deeply at Wang Baole with bitterness and mixed emotions. Then, she breathed her last.
"Is it broken?" Wang Baole muttered as he looked at Feng Qiuran's corpse. He turned his head, but what he saw were the cultivators from the Dao Palace and the Federation. Their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
"Wang Baole, you're crazy!"
"Baole!"
"He killed Elder Feng Qiuran!"
An uproar erupted in an instant. Some of the people in the crowd were confused, some were trembling, and some had gone mad. Just as it seemed like things were about to spiral out of control, Lord Xu's cultivation suddenly erupted and he let out a low roar.
"Cultivators of the Federation, heed my orders. Protect Elder Wang Baole. Let's get out of here!"
As Lord Xu's words echoed in the air, the panicked and confused cultivators of the Federation trembled. Although their faces were filled with mixed emotions, they quickly followed Lord Xu and rushed toward Wang Baole to protect him.
However, the cultivators from the Dao Palace were also in a frenzy. How could they possibly agree to this? They immediately tried to stop them, and the friction between the two sides quickly led to a fight. Soon, the fight spread, and amidst the shocking sounds, the Yuanying cultivators from the Dao Palace in the distance rushed over with shock and anger.
"Baole, no matter what happened, I believe that you have a reason to do this. Now is not the time to think about this. Hurry up and go to the teleportation formation. We need to leave this place and return to the Federation." Lord Xu was anxious as he roared at Wang Baole. Zhao Yameng and Kongdao's faces were even paler, but they quickly approached Wang Baole.
When they reached Wang Baole's side, they supported him as he stared blankly at Feng Qiuran's corpse and quickly flew toward the teleportation formation.
The sounds of battle, roars, the light of sorcery, and loud booms instantly erupted in the Dao Palace. As the sound spread out in all directions, Wang Baole was silently guarded by Zhao Yameng and the others. Just as they were about to reach the teleportation formation, Wang Baole suddenly stopped in his tracks and muttered under his breath.
"I believe …"
"What did you say, Baole? Hurry up and enter the teleportation formation!" Zhao Yameng was anxious. She pulled Wang Baole into the teleportation formation, but he didn't budge. When she turned her head in surprise, she saw that the blankness in Wang Baole's eyes had disappeared and was replaced by a strong determination.
"I said, I believe in Little Missy. I believe in my own judgment and intuition," Wang Baole said softly. Because he had experienced the Dark Dream and had studied it before, he knew very well that if this was really a dream or an illusion, then if he wanted to break it, he had to find the source of the dream or the source of the illusion.
As long as he could find the source and destroy it, then everything could be broken. The research he had done in the Dark Dream allowed him to know that most of the time, the source of this type of illusion was in living objects.
That was why the first person he thought of was Feng Qiuran. As the person he was familiar with and had the highest cultivation base, the possibility of her being the source of the illusion was very high. However, even after her death, nothing had changed.
"I'm right. It's just that I haven't found the right source. Everything here is terrifyingly real, and to be able to do that, I need to gather everyone's memories. Only then will I be able to communicate with the people here seamlessly."
"Then, including me and everyone else, everyone's memories are the foundation of this dream. But in the end, they're just memories. Because they're not real people, even if they have the memories of their original bodies, they won't have the logic and instincts of their original bodies." Wang Baole suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhao Yameng, who was looking at him anxiously.
"Yameng, based on your understanding of teleportation portals, help me calculate. If we assume that the number of Federation cultivators being teleported back is a prime number, then in addition to the individual strength and overall strength of the Federation cultivators, as well as the determination of the Dao Palace cultivators to stop us, how many times do we have to be teleported and how many times do we have to be distributed in order to achieve the greatest success? Is there any way to teleport more Federation cultivators back? At the same time, tell me what this prime number is?"
Wang Baole suddenly asked. As he spoke, Zhao Yameng was stunned for a moment. Panic flashed in the depths of her eyes as she quickly said, "What time is it?
Baole, what are you doing? Hurry up and enter the teleportation portal! "
"Yameng, can you calculate it?" Wang Baole looked at Zhao Yameng and said gently.
"Baole, the most important thing for us now is to leave …" Kong Dao, who was standing at the side, said anxiously. However, before he could finish speaking, Wang Baole sighed softly. He saw the flash of panic in Zhao Yameng's eyes, and he already had an answer in his heart. He raised his right hand and waved it. In that instant, Zhao Yameng's body trembled violently, and a line of blood appeared on her neck. As she spat out blood, she stared blankly at Wang Baole and fell to the ground.
This scene immediately shocked Kongdao. His breathing quickened as he took a few steps back. His expression was blank and filled with disbelief. He stared blankly at Wang Baole, as if the Wang Baole at this moment was extremely unfamiliar to him.
"Kongdao, I'll call you Kongdao for now. Can you do me a favor and sneak attack that person?" Wang Baole said as he casually pointed at a Core Formation realm cultivator of the Dao Palace who was fighting with someone in the distance.
"I …" Kongdao took a few steps back. His breathing was unstable. Even he himself did not notice the panic in his eyes. All of this made Wang Baole feel relieved.
"Fortunately, it's all fake." At the same time, Wang Baole waved his right hand. Sword light flashed and a penetrating wound appeared on Kongdao's chest. As the corpse fell to the ground, Wang Baole muttered to himself.
"It still hasn't been broken? The source isn't on Feng Qiuran, nor is it in the bodies of people close to me. Then where could it be?" Wang Baole stood beside the teleportation array. An indescribable sense of irritation and danger made him realize that if he did not break through this quickly, he might not have another chance.
His gaze swept across the fighting crowd. He saw Zhuo Yifan, Li Yi, Kim Do-myung, and finally, Wang Baole's gaze landed on the Hyacinth Tree at the top of the mountain.
The moment he saw the tree, Wang Baole's body shook violently. He once again smelled the strange fragrance of flowers. He had a strong feeling that there was a voice in his heart that was trying to tell him that the source was this tree.
Without any hesitation, Wang Baole suddenly moved and rushed towards the Hyacinth Tree. But the moment he rushed over, everyone around him, be it Lord Xu, Zhuo Yifan, or the cultivators of the Federation or the disciples of the Dao Palace, all turned their heads and stared straight at Wang Baole. They all rushed out at the same time to stop him.
But it was too late.
Wang Baole's Flame Snatch Thearch Armor suddenly erupted. His cultivation rose to the peak. The Daoist's arm also exuded the aura of a divine weapon that had never been seen before. The aura of the divine weapon surged to the heavens. Wang Baole, who was in mid-air, seemed to have fused perfectly with the divine weapon. Like a shooting star, he slashed at the Hyacinth Tree.
As the slash landed, a shrill howl reverberated in the air. As the Hyacinth Tree trembled and collapsed, the heavens and the earth rumbled and the world changed drastically. All the cultivators of the Dao Palace and the Federation turned into shadows and disappeared as if they had been erased. The sea of fire around the Dao Palace also collapsed. It was as if a veil had been lifted by the collapse, revealing the land formed by countless corpses in all directions.
In the distance, the blood gathered to form a river. As it flowed, the ends of the river could not be seen. The islands that originally existed were also revealed after the veil was lifted.
They were mountains that were piled up by countless corpses.
On this land, on this mountain of corpses, there were countless huge red flowers. Some of these corpses were in full bloom, while others were not. However, the familiar fragrance permeated the entire world.
At this moment, the sky also changed drastically. It was no longer the firmament of the Dao Palace. Instead, there was a huge sun. However, upon closer inspection, this so-called sun was actually an illusion formed by the corpse of a huge ferocious beast. It seemed bright and beautiful, but when it landed on one's body, it caused one to feel a sense of death.
This was not the Vast Expanse Dao Palace.
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