Ye Qinghan had many dreams. In fact, he had been dreaming ever since he entered this godforsaken place.
At the beginning, when he was sucked in by the black hole of white fog in the God-slaying Mountain, his body was seriously injured, so much so that he almost died. Fortunately, the bronze ring on his left hand's ring finger was constantly emitting a mysterious stream of air that kept him alive and continuously healed his injuries. It was just that his body was extremely weak in the past few days, so he often slept and dreamed.
These days, his injuries had improved a lot. He could basically sit up and occasionally walk a few steps. But he was still constantly dreaming.
These dreams, some sweet, some sad, some angry, some fearful... all kinds of dreams constantly shrouded him, constantly hovering in his mind.
He dreamed that his sister was saved. Ye Qingyu's soft and weak figure appeared in front of him, affectionately calling him 'brother'.
He dreamed that he and Yue Qingcheng had consummated their marriage. Yue Qingcheng's graceful and enchanting waist was constantly swaying on his body.
He dreamed of Xue Wuhen. Xue Wuhen smiled and told him that he was living well now, and that he would definitely not let himself live well.
He dreamed of Ye Tianlong. Ye Tianlong told him that his father did not die by accident, but was killed by someone.
… …
All kinds of dreams filled his mind. At first, they were all illusory, but then they slowly became real. Everything seemed to have really happened.
Sweet dreams intoxicated him, and he refused to wake up. Sad dreams made his heart break. He inexplicably had a mentality that he did not want to live alone. Angry dreams filled his heart with endless killing intent. He wanted to tear everything in front of him to pieces. Fearful dreams made him not dare to open his eyes. He did not dare to believe that this was real. He would rather stay in the dream forever and never wake up...
Many times, he was almost intoxicated in the dream. He almost committed suicide in the dream. He almost lost his mind and almost never woke up again. It was just that every time he was in the most dangerous situation, the bronze ring would timely release a cool stream of air, causing him to immediately wake up. He was covered in cold sweat and shocked.
He knew that this was not a dream. This was the land of illusion of the God-slaying Mountain. The first trial of the God-slaying Mountain, the Psychedelic Realm. It was an illusion that could make people die unknowingly and go crazy.
However, he couldn't avoid this kind of dream. Every once in a while, he would automatically enter a dream, a dream that seemed real. Moreover, this dream seemed to have an invisible magic that made him involuntarily sink into it.
He did not know what to do. He did not know what to do. He did not know that he would suddenly die in his dream one day …
Until one morning.
Today, as usual, he cultivated his Battle Qi for a while and walked a few steps on the spot to warm up his body. He didn't dare to go too far because there was a faint white mist everywhere. He didn't know where the danger was and where the road to death was.
Then, he took out the few dry rations and fresh water he had and ate them hastily. There wasn't much fresh water and dry rations left. These days, he only ate a little bit every day to maintain his body's necessary nutrients. He did not know how many days he could last. He did not know if he would starve to death on Mount Luoshen when he ran out of fresh water and dry food. Perhaps he would die in his dreams that day.
Just as he was at a loss and his heart was filled with sorrow, a voice suddenly rang in his ears.
"Are you Ye Qinghan?"
The sudden sound caused Ye Qinghan's body to tremble. He looked around in confusion for a while before scratching his head. He was a little puzzled. It seemed that today's illusion was activated a little too early. In the past, it would normally take an hour before it would activate.
So he shook his head and continued to ignore it. He sat cross-legged on the ground and prepared to continue cultivating for a while.
"Are you Ye Qinghan?"
The voice sounded again, making Ye Qinghan somewhat impatient. He thought that the illusion this time was quite special. Unexpectedly, there wasn't a human figure, but an inexplicable voice. Moreover, the voice had asked him twice in a silly manner. So he sighed and said, "I am Ye Qinghan. Who are you?"
The voice paused for a moment before it sounded again, "I am your ancestor!"
F * ck! Ye Qinghan stood up with a thump. She was furious. How could the Land of Illusion of the God-slaying Mountain be like this? Every time it changed a trick. This time it was pretending to be his ancestor. So he unceremoniously retorted, "You, I am your ancestor..."
"I really am your ancestor, Ye Ruoshui!"
"F * ck off, I'm your ancestor. Ye Ruoshui? Who are you trying to fool? Ye Ruoshui has been dead for hundreds of years. How could this idiotic illusion be so idiotic this time? There is no depth at all! Change to another one. "
"Uh... how do I explain it to you? In fact, you are not in an illusion right now. I am Ye Ruoshui, I am not dead, and I am transmitting my voice to you right now. This really is not an illusion! "
"Well, this is not an illusion. You are Ye Ruoshui, you are not dead, you have been resurrected... Who would believe this..."
"Well, if you don't believe me, then wait until you have experienced the illusion and I will explain it to you in detail!"
The voice suddenly stopped. It came softly and left silently, as if it had never been there.
Ye Qinghan was also puzzled. After sitting there for a while, the other inexplicable situations did not occur.
Only then did he have some doubts. Could it be that it was not an illusion? However, this idea was immediately rejected by him. He knew Ye Ruoshui. She was the famous clan leader of the Ye Family 500 years ago. Like him, she had also summoned a sacred beast. But... a person from 500 years ago had suddenly appeared. If he wanted to make others believe that it was really him speaking, he would have to be a ghost or a god.
Half an hour later, the first illusion of the day arrived as scheduled. The white fog that filled the sky slowly dissipated, and the surrounding scene slowly changed into the scene of the Savage Mountain Range. Behind him, a group of Fire Wolves continuously charged towards him. In front of him, five masked men dressed in black slowly appeared. Under the invisible influence of the scene, Ye Qinghan's eyes gradually turned blood red. His entire body emitted a cruel and bloodthirsty aura. He took out the dagger in his hand and slowly walked towards the five people in front of him...
Half an hour later, the ground was filled with countless wolf corpses and the corpses of the five men dressed in black. The corpses of the wolves and the men dressed in black began to slowly fade. The countless flowers and trees in the vicinity also began to disappear, and the white fog slowly shrouded the space.
However, Ye Qinghan's eyes were still red. He continued to stab and slash, as if he did not know fatigue. Perhaps, he would only stop when he had no more strength to brandish the dagger in his hand. However, at that moment, he might really die...
The power of the illusion seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. The white fog in the sky also seemed to be thicker...
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