Floating and dizzy, Yang Jian felt abnormally comfortable. After spending thousands of years of arduous cultivation in the Bell of Chaos, it was rare for his body and mind to relax.
However, Yang Jian wasn't the little Daoist boy of the past, and he naturally knew that he'd fallen into the trap of an expert in such a situation. Besides being vigilant in his heart, he constantly reminded himself to get rid of this unstable situation.
Soon, Yang Jian was even more astonished.
He was unable to escape from this state. It was as though he was drifting with the wind. His entire body swayed in the void as he floated about.
What's going on?
It's like a dream … Someone pulled me into a dream?
Yang Jian recalled the state of his body in his heart. Suddenly, he felt that there was something in his line of sight. He looked over and saw the back of a woman dressed in a Taoist robe. She stood quietly at the edge of an abyss as if she was looking at something.
The figure was torn apart by the light and gradually condensed into a man's figure. However, no matter how the figure changed, he was still wearing a Daoist robe.
The closer Yang Jian got to the figure, the more blurry it became.
When Yang Jian stood behind the person, the surroundings turned hazy. The figure turned around and revealed a faint smile on its blurry face.
"Go. The Nether Stream is below."
What?
Before Yang Jian could even react, he felt his shoulder being lightly patted by someone. His Profound Body, which was close to perfection, actually did not have the slightest bit of strength. It was as if he had turned into a ball of cotton and floated into the abyss.
Light and shadow changed as he rapidly descended. It was as though a gray barrier had appeared in front of him. However, when he entered it, it was as though he had crashed into the clouds. He continued falling without any obstruction.
What did that person say just now? The Nether Stream is below?
Yang Jian was alarmed. Just as he was about to do something, dense gray shadows suddenly appeared in the distorted stone walls on both sides.
The gray shadows seemed to sense Yang Jian's existence. They opened their eyes at the same time as an aura surged over.
It was as if they were evil spirits from hell, one by one, one by one, it was unknown how many there were.
Were these the enemies hidden beneath the Nether Stream? Those existences that were born from the dead?
Why was it that in his eyes, these figures were nothing more than balls of burning grey flames?
What did this foretell?
There seemed to be no end to the falling path and the number of figures around them was simply incalculable. Unquestionably, this was an army. Additionally, judging by the auras that Yang Jian could vaguely sense, their cultivation bases ranged from the True Immortal stage all the way up to the Gold Immortal stage.
Apparently, they were a level stronger than the Chaos Spirits and the heavenly soldiers.
However, in terms of numbers, the Primordial Wilderness camp naturally had the upper hand.
Finally, Yang Jian felt the falling force around him disappear. Looking down, there were black shadows that looked like kelp, densely packed and drifting with the wind.
It seemed to be a continuation of the two armies stationed at the two walls, but the aura was all Daira, and there were fewer ferocious demons. Overall, it was very peaceful.
If the army was summoned by a supreme expert and had once existed in the Primordial World but was unwilling to die, the supreme expert would definitely recruit more experts first …
However, there were too many of these figures …
Yang Jian felt a little suffocated, but his body was pushed by an invisible force towards the depths of the Nether Stream.
All he saw were distorted scenes, but it did not prevent Yang Jian from sensing the auras everywhere.
These "evil spirits" did not seem to be living beings, but they had descended in the form of living beings. It was as though they were groups of unwillingness and resentment that had crossed thousands of years and were about to devour everything in the world.
Were these the enemies they were about to face?
The more Yang Jian looked, the calmer he became.
When the enemy was unknown, it was the most unsettling and terrifying. Now that he could directly sense the existence of the enemy, no matter how powerful the enemy was, he could still use his eyes to define it.
Wherever he looked, there was not an insurmountable peak.
After swimming horizontally for a long time, perhaps because the Dream Realm had been pulled, or because this place had been "transformed" by the supreme expert with his Mystical Ability, it was much wider than before.
The day when evil spirits ran rampant, the time when the Primordial World was at its end.
Yang Jian seemed to have transformed into a fish, and his speed suddenly increased. The distorted light around him seemed to be tentacles that wanted to grasp him.
The light and shadow suddenly slowed down, and the front suddenly became clear.
The orderly figures disappeared, replaced by ferocious giant beasts that appeared on the "wilderness" in front of him in various forms.
These ferocious beasts all stared at Yang Jian, their eyes cold and emotionless.
Sage-to-be …
Yang Jian swam forward slowly, and the stone walls on both sides disappeared. As far as his eyes could see, there was a boundless wilderness, and ferocious beasts of various forms were resting in all directions.
The evil spirits and ferocious beasts in the Dream Realm should also be in the form of Connate Dao Bodies outside the Dream Realm.
It seemed that the Dream Realm could let him see the essence of these existences.
There were also many ferocious beasts wandering around, roaring silently, as if they were complaining that this world owed them.
The rule that the winner was king was about to be rewritten, and the creatures that had been eliminated by the Primordial World were about to return to this world. As for all living beings, could they hear their roars and roars under the abyss at this time …
Yang Jian entered the dream, but at this moment, he inexplicably felt a kind of sadness and loneliness.
It seemed that someone had pushed him from behind, and there seemed to be some kind of force in front of him that was slowly pulling him forward. Gradually, he reached the end of the journey.
Back then, when Yang Jian entered the Nether Stream to bring Liu Ya back to the sun, he had seen the deepest part of the Nether Stream. The Death Qi from the Nether World had gathered into a huge and solidified tornado.
Now, what appeared in front of him was an ordinary mountain. There was a figure on the top of the mountain with his back to all living beings, as if he was thinking about something.
That was the only real figure that Yang Jian saw in his dream. Under this figure, there were 16 human silhouettes with different colored flames. They sat cross-legged in various parts of the mountain, quietly waiting for something.
The aura that the figures under the mountain peak emitted was that of the Saint Realm. However, it seemed that other than the four figures at the top, the realms of the other figures were somewhat illusory.
Yang Jian could not see through the person on the mountain peak, nor could he see through him. He seemed to be just an ordinary man, but he also seemed to bear a fascinating world …
Was this the supreme expert who had been severely injured by the Pangu God?
The four people below him were the remaining four of the Venerable of Five Elements?
The other existences of the Saint Realm … Could it be that they were directly pulled to the Saint Realm by the mighty figures of the Primordial World that the supreme expert had summoned?
If that was the case, the chances of the Primordial World winning would be lower.
The person on the mountain peak seemed to be disturbed by something. He turned his head slightly, and the clear figure became blurry before becoming clearer.
Looking at the side of his face, the person's face was ordinary, but it contained some kind of indescribable Dao runes.
A strange urge to bow and salute surged in Yang Jian's heart. Yang Jian snorted softly in his heart, and immediately straightened his back.
"I know you." A somewhat unreal voice came from all directions, as if someone was outside the dream and was whispering something into Yang Jian's ear.
"Yang Jian, this variable of the world has inherited Pan's legacy, right?"
The figure on the mountain peak turned around and looked at Yang Jian with a smile, as if he was chatting with Yang Jian.
Yang Jian said indifferently, "Did you summon me into your dream?"
"No, I just accidentally fell into someone else's dream." The Ninth Paragon chuckled. There was a sense of transcendent elegance in his words and actions. "It's not a bad thing to be able to meet you before the destruction of the Primordial Era."
Dream?
Great Master Uncle?
Yang Jian felt a little incredulous, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he looked at this supreme expert curiously.
The latter spread his arms and looked down at his own attire, then laughed involuntarily. "I thought you would yell at me, but I didn't expect you to be so calm."
"You are already supreme experts, so why must you destroy one world after another?"
Yang Jian asked the question he wanted to know the most.
However, the ninth supreme expert only shook his head lightly, the smile still on his lips as he said indifferently, "I can't answer your question, and due to the rules set by the leader, I can't have too much contact with you. But you only need to understand one thing, we have our own standpoint and our own goals. Compared to this, the continuous destruction of the True Spirit and the tangible world is not worth mentioning. "
"Not worth mentioning?" Yang Jian subconsciously clenched his fists.
"It is indeed not worth mentioning." The ninth supreme expert put his hands behind his back and looked at Yang Jian calmly. "You are the most outstanding of your kind, and you seem to be the reincarnation of a Primordial Saint..."
Yang Jian took two steps forward. His eyes were burning with anger, and he questioned him word by word.
"Compared to reviving Eternal Divine Nation and making the Eternal Divine King, who once imprisoned countless true spirits and absorbed their power to become omnipotent, the destruction of the tangible world is not worth mentioning?"
The ninth supreme expert's smile froze for a moment, then he chuckled softly again.
He clapped his hands and laughed softly. White lotuses seemed to dance around him, and somehow, Yang Jian's anger dissipated a little.
"Not bad, not bad. The Primordial World is an interesting world. You know so much already. Let me guess, did you get this information from that piece of trash under Xuandu City? "
Yang Jian's anger had mostly dissipated. "We were just trying to trick you," he said coolly. "You don't need to know how we found out. Apart from that, I also know that apart from the few supreme powerhouses who broke through first, people like you and other supreme powerhouses like you are just despicable thieves who stole the Dao of the Dao Fused. "
"Hahahaha! What a powerful young man! You really are the reincarnation of an ancient saint! You know both of these secrets! "
The Ninth Paragon's laughter grew wilder. Yang Jian was furious, but he tried his best to remain calm.
There was no way to fight here, let alone fight.
"If the saints of the Primordial Era had known this, perhaps they wouldn't have lost so badly. Alas, the Primordial World... heh."
When the Ninth Paragon laughed, his aura became much more eerie. "You're just a remnant of Taisu. I can overpower you with a flip of my hand. Why bother spouting nonsense here? Yang Jian, why don't you fill in as the Venerable of Five Elements, the Metal Emissary? I can help you understand much more than you know. In fact, with your talent, becoming the tenth supreme expert isn't just a dream. Of course, this is also why I had to come out of seclusion in advance and even send a message to those fellows. "
"Not interested."
"Oh? Is that so? That's true. "The Ninth Paragon shook his head." You haven't experienced too many setbacks, so you don't know what true life and true death are. Go. When my dead army descends upon the Primordial World, you can still pledge your loyalty to me. "
The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything else. He just stood there and stared at the supreme expert.
He didn't quite understand why the Lord of the Dreamrealm had sent him here. Was it just to meet the ninth Paragon?
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