Yuan’s Ascension

Chapter 1125: World Of Dreams (2)

Time flowed like water. In the blink of an eye, over six hundred years went by.

Wu Yuan didn’t know how many light years he had traveled, but he still hadn’t reached the end of the mysterious passage.

His initial worry and agitation gradually gave way to calm.

Anxious? There’s no use in being anxious. Besides trying to find a way out, I can only cultivate. Wu Yuan thought to himself. However, the attacks of these Mist Dreams aren’t too terrifying. Even though I sink into them, they haven’t destroyed me. If Sovereign Lan Yan encountered the same thing, she shouldn’t have perished.

Of course, Wu Yuan wasn’t absolutely certain. Perhaps Sovereign Lan Yan had already fallen.

The only thing giving Wu Yuan confidence was that the Spacetime Dao Realm hadn’t transmitted news of Sovereign Lan Yan’s demise.

According to Sovereign Hei Zhen, Sovereign Hong Yi, and the others, if Sovereign Lan Yan truly died, the Dao Realm would certainly know. Because that was a measure put in place by the Spacetime Dao Master.

The Dao Master’s methods are heaven-defying. Detecting Sovereign Lan Yan’s death shouldn’t be difficult. Wu Yuan thought to himself. As long as she wasn’t dead, there was a possibility of rescue.

Let’s continue. It’s only been a little over six hundred years. Wu Yuan knew there was no use in rushing. Being trapped in exploration sites for hundreds of millions of years was common.

Wu Yuan continued to gain insights and make deductions as he pressed forward.

The Mist Dreams’ attacks grew increasingly terrifying in power, but the time Wu Yuan took to regain clarity grew shorter and shorter. This was because his own level of insight had risen.

Now, with a single thought, I can cast illusion arts that would likely stun even late-stage Sovereign powerhouses for an instant before they could regain clarity. Wu Yuan smiled, a glimmer in his eyes.

This path seemed to be a formidable one as well, holding endless possibilities. It was also well-suited to himself.

…

In the outer region of Ancient Dream Mountain, dense black mist swirled around the black mountain that Wu Yuan had entered.

Three figures radiating vast and mighty auras gathered there—three of the four Saints from the Que Luo race who had arrived.

In the distant void, over a dozen Overlord powerhouses patrolled the area.

At this moment, the expressions of the three Que Luo Saints were extremely grim, their eyes holding a hint of fear.

“Zhu Mu actually fell!” Saint Dong Luan’s voice was low. “What danger did he encounter? How could he possibly have died?”

Saint Ye Xing and the other Que Luo Saint remained silent, not knowing what to say.

Indeed, the most powerful Saint in their group, Saint Zhu Mu, whose ether body could unleash strength at the Threshold Dao Pioneer level, had suddenly perished nearly six hundred years after entering this black mountain.

Not only had his ether body died, but his true self residing in the Saint Realm had perished along with it.

“Nearly six hundred years ago, we came here following the intelligence from Perennial Ge Long and Perennial Yong Hun,” Saint Ye Xing said in a cold voice. “I also asked other Overlords, and the location and spacetime coordinates shouldn’t be wrong. It’s right here.

“First, we sent in the mana bodies of three Overlords, which perished one after another. Finally, Zhu Mu sent his ether body in, then we lost contact,” Saint Ye Xing said through clenched teeth.

Saint Dong Luan and the others listened silently.

After Saint Zhu Mu entered, not only did they lose contact with his ether body, but his true self also fell into slumber, as if struck by some terrifying technique.

This frightened them so much that they didn’t dare to enter, fearing they would follow in Saint Zhu Mu’s footsteps. They could only wait outside.

Then, after nearly six hundred years, the slumbering true self of Saint Zhu Mu had silently perished today, catching them off guard.

“Ancient Dream Mountain consists of countless small black mountains besides the main one, and over endless years, the spacetime positions of these small black mountains often shift,” Saint Ye Xing said, looking up at this black mountain. “This black mountain wasn’t in this area before. It must lead directly to the depths of the inner region.

“There’s great danger inside. We can’t enter anymore,” Saint Ye Xing shook his head. “Even if a True Saint came, they might not be willing to venture in.”

The other Saints couldn’t help but nod.

Saint Zhu Mu’s true self had Peak Saint strength. Even his true self far away in the Saint Realm had perished silently. One could only imagine what danger he must have encountered.

The True Saints, though far stronger than Saint Zhu Mu, probably wouldn’t dare say they could certainly survive.

“According to the True Saint’s message, Zhu Mu’s true spirit should be reconstituted in tens of millions of years, allowing him to return,” Saint Dong Luan shook his head and sighed lightly. “However, the aura imprints he accumulated over endless years will likely be completely consumed. It can be considered a total loss.”

The hearts of the Saints all felt heavy. After pioneering one’s own Dao, one had a chance to return after death, but the price was high enough to make any Saint tremble.

“Now, should we keep waiting?” Saint Dong Luan said softly. “Even Zhu Mu died. If Devil Emperor Xia entered, he’s probably long dead too. Moreover, I suspect Devil Emperor Xia never even went in.”

Before entering, Wu Yuan had disrupted the surrounding spacetime, preventing these Saints from retracing the past. So the Que Luo Saints could only guess that Wu Yuan had been here based on the clues, but couldn’t determine if he had actually entered the mountain’s interior.

“Let’s wait. There may be a glimmer of hope,” Saint Ye Xing said softly. “The Xuanhuang Cosmiris will open 110,000 years from now. If Devil Emperor Xia entered the black mountain and is still alive, he’ll certainly do everything he can to get out.”

110,000 years? The hearts of all the Saints stirred.

“Waiting a hundred thousand years for an opportunity is no big deal,” Saint Dong Luan nodded. “Alright, let’s wait a bit longer.”

For them, it was normal to wait millions of years for a treasure or great opportunity, let alone a hundred thousand years.

…

Year after year passed.

The three Que Luo Saints kept watch over that black mountain, waiting patiently.

Everything that happened at Ancient Dream Mountain remained unknown to outsiders. However, news of Saint Zhu Mu’s death spread far and wide, with many factions in the cosmic sea speculating on the cause of his demise.

And so, a full 6000 years passed silently.

Within the mysterious passage where Wu Yuan was.

By now, Wu Yuan had no idea how far he had flown. He had endured the attacks of Mist Dreams again and again, fully immersing himself in analyzing the combination of dreams, illusion arts, and Spacetime profundities.

At this point, Wu Yuan had almost forgotten the purpose of his journey. It wasn’t that he truly couldn’t remember, but he simply couldn’t find a way out. He could barely protect himself, let alone rescue Sovereign Lan Yan. Naturally, he could only cultivate and gain insights with all his might. He had even prepared for the worst—that his mana body and ether body would ultimately perish here.

This is indeed a good opportunity. My qi refiner self has made tremendous progress. After nearly 7000 years of cultivation here, I see a clear path ahead.

If my qi refiner self were to cultivate without any external aid, it might take thirty to fifty thousand years to achieve such progress.

However, if I ultimately fail to find a way out, and my mana body and ether body remain trapped here, self-destruction would be the only option, sacrificing all these treasures. Wu Yuan mused with a sense of helplessness.

The treasures carried by his mana body and ether body were indeed crucial. Yet, only through the self-destruction of his mana and ether bodies could his two true selves create new ones.

At the very least, I should wait until my qi refiner self has reached its limit in illusion art and dreamscapes. Wu Yuan silently reasoned.

Of course, Wu Yuan felt some relief that he hadn’t sent both true selves into Ancient Dream Mountain. This was why Wu Yuan could maintain his composure; no matter what, he wouldn’t find himself in an utterly hopeless situation.

Days passed one after another.

Countless thoughts and ideas clashed in Wu Yuan’s mind, with innumerable insights surging forth.

At his level of cultivation, he possessed a unique understanding of heaven and earth and the world itself. His grasp of the Primordial Rules and comprehension of the workings of the Abyss’s essence far surpassed that of ordinary Overlords.

Over these seven thousand years, Wu Yuan endured the Mist Dreams’ attacks time and time again, experiencing countless iterations of their assaults.

It was like learning to fight—one must first learn to take a punch.

For Wu Yuan to create his own unique lethal illusion art technique, these repeated attacks provided him with the best real-world battle experience and reference.

Finally, after several hundred more years had passed, Wu Yuan thoroughly integrated the profundities of Spacetime, insights into the Abyss’s workings, profundities of the Primordial Rules, and various other aspects, forming a brand new understanding.

True dream illusion arts should be about guidance, about creation… guiding the inner worlds of various beings, leading them into the dreamscape I’ve created, until they grow utterly lost within. Wu Yuan realized.

True soul attacks shouldn’t be forceful assaults, but rather as imperceptible as the silent nourishment of rain.

Boom! The Origin Saint Pearl materialized out of thin air, hovering above Wu Yuan’s head. A vast, hazy ripple of spacetime swept outward, instantly forming a spacetime ring around Wu Yuan.

Whoosh! This spacetime ring underwent a strange transformation. Strands of profoundly mysterious Spacetime fluctuations formed around Wu Yuan, vaguely constructing an immense illusory world.

Within the illusion, there seemed to be a subtle hint of reality.

Dreams are the mind. The vastness of one’s dreams determines the vastness of this world. Wu Yuan pondered. This is my mind, my dream world.

Wu Yuan felt as if he could do anything within this illusory world.

Once someone realized they were in a dream and could control the dream world, naturally, they became omnipotent.

But dreams are ultimately illusory. My perceived omnipotence is only invincibility within the dream. Wu Yuan mused. I must make enemies unknowingly sink into my dream world to kill them silently.

If enemies were to awaken and break free from the dream world’s constraints, Wu Yuan would naturally be powerless.

Born from the Mist Dreams, yet also the dreamscape I’ve constructed—I’ll call this technique World of Dreams. Wu Yuan decided.

This was the third Overlord-level ultimate technique he had created—World of Dreams.

The first, Five Elements Sealing Hand, excelled at sealing and large-scale attacks.

The second, Heavenrend, was the strongest single-target attack.

The third, World of Dreams, was a unique method of soul attack.

As for techniques like the River Ring, it could barely be considered an eternal ultimate technique, but it was a function of the Origin Saint Pearl, not Wu Yuan’s own creation. Only techniques created by oneself could truly be mastered.

Creating the World of Dreams technique has given me a clearer understanding of Spacetime and this vast heaven and earth. Wu Yuan inwardly marveled. I’ve taken another step to creating an eternal ultimate technique.

To create an eternal ultimate technique or pioneer a Dao without special epiphanies or opportunities, one could only accumulate insights over time, striving to create more and stronger Overlord-level ultimate techniques, until there was sufficient depth of comprehension and everything naturally fell into place.

Wu Yuan’s mana body gave a mental command. The vast spacetime ring dissipated, and the surrounding scenery returned to normal. Wu Yuan stood up and continued flying forward.

Hum~ An invisible wave swept past, and a Mist Dream attacked once more, attempting to infiltrate Wu Yuan’s mana body.

Mist Dream? A faint smile appeared at the corners of Wu Yuan’s mouth.

Previously, he had found these dream attacks profound and unfathomable, but after creating the World of Dreams, he could easily perceive the flaws in them.

It wasn’t that Wu Yuan’s World of Dreams was necessarily superior. It was simply that destruction was easier than creation; Wu Yuan only needed to search specifically for weaknesses in these soul attacks. Now, these Mist Dreams could no longer invade Wu Yuan’s soul.

Hmm? A flicker of surprise flashed in Wu Yuan’s eyes as an inexplicable spacetime fluctuation swept past.

This? Wu Yuan’s mana body was shocked as he looked around. In the blink of an eye, he had been transported to another world.

Around him stretched an endless ocean. Vast, rolling waters surrounded a lone, desolate island. The island was barren, without a blade of grass, and Wu Yuan found himself standing upon it.

This space? Where am I? Wu Yuan vigilantly surveyed his surroundings. The space here was extremely stable, with a terrifying pressure that made flight incredibly difficult. The degree of spatial stability was simply horrifying.

“Don’t worry. You have a fragment of the Nüwa Stone. You won’t die here, at least.” A gentle voice suddenly echoed from afar.

Then, a white-robed figure appeared, holding a feather fan, shaking his head as he walked across the water toward the island.

A fan? White robes? Wu Yuan’s eyes narrowed as he watched the approaching figure.

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