Chapter 407 - 398: Revelation in a Dream, Rules Revealed

Chapter 407: Chapter 398: Revelation in a Dream, Rules Revealed

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The Silver Lotus Dream World, the Red Purple Feather Fan Dream World.

In less than ten days, Fang Yang had cleared two Great Saint Dream Worlds in a row.

It was easy. Incredibly easy.

As his cultivation and strength grew at a breakneck pace, the time it took him to pass the Dream World trials became shorter and shorter.

This was an utterly shocking feat. If anyone else were to learn of it, they would be consumed by jealousy and hatred, wishing for nothing more than his immediate demise.

After all, for an ordinary Young Great Saint, clearing a single Saint-level Dream World trial would take at least three to five years.

Three to five days wouldn’t even be enough for them to figure out the first level of a Dream World trial.

In comparison, Fang Yang’s speed was simply terrifying.

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

Inside Fang Yang’s second aperture, the Dream Emperor’s phantom drew its Red Gold Ruyi Sword. It slashed down at the silver lotus and the red-purple fan, shattering them with ease.

In the next instant, the former erupted in brilliant silver light, while the latter burst forth with a red-purple radiance. With a BOOM, both streams of light surged back into the Dream Emperor’s phantom.

’This feels incredible.’

Fang Yang felt every part of his body relax. A comfortable sensation spread throughout his being, nourishing every inch of his skin.

His physical body had already been tempered by the Kunpeng and Golden Crow Dharma Aspects, making it incomparably tyrannical, on par with a primeval great fiend of the same realm.

And now, with the feedback from the Dream Emperor’s phantom, it was actually continuing to improve.

If this continued, it would be no exaggeration to say that he could one day withstand a Sacred Artifact with his body alone!

If not for the special limitations of this environment, his Soul Foundation would have undoubtedly continued to surge in power.

CRACKLE! SNAP!

After a series of tremors, an additional layer of divine radiance appeared on the Dream Emperor’s phantom. It was noble and sacred, as if formed from the very heavens and earth.

Perfect-grade, Dream Emperor Spirit Body!

Not only that, but the White Jade Immortal Flute at the phantom’s waist gradually solidified into a physical form.

[Revelation of Rules in Dreams]

This innate Magic, from the outside, appeared as a White Jade Immortal Flute. It was crystal clear and translucent, like a work of art.

It was an innate Magic of the Sound and Dream Dao schools, possessing terrifying potential.

Sound, rhythm, rules!

In short, when Fang Yang activated it, he could pierce through rules, see through illusions, and reach the very root of all things.

To a certain extent, it was somewhat similar to the [Martial Dao Celestial Eye].

However, due to its special nature, it couldn’t be revealed to others like the [Martial Dao Celestial Eye] could.

"Dream and Sound Dao Magic—Revelation of Rules in Dreams!"

Fang Yang silently activated it.

Moreover, he combined it with the other Dream Dao Magic in his second aperture.

In an instant, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind.

A vast waterfall of data seemed to flow through his eyes.

The next moment, he closed his eyes, a faint smile on his face. He now knew exactly where he needed to go.

A wisp of clear wind drifted by once more.

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The red sun was setting in the west, but it had not yet completely disappeared below the horizon.

A faint glimmer of light remained in the sky as blood vultures circled over the battlefield, lingering for a long time.

At this moment, the Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty and Qi Xuanxian stood side by side, gazing up at the sky.

The Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty had a stern expression and a tall frame, exuding a faint but powerful sense of pressure. One could tell at a glance that he was a domineering figure.

Qi Xuanxian had a lean face and wore a suit of white-robed battle armor, giving him a refined air, like that of a scholar-general.

The Seventh Prince frowned. "Xuanxian, White Tiger, Zhong Zunyang, and the others have been gone for a long time. Are they really trapped by a dream storm? I can’t shake this feeling of unease."

For a qualified political creature, a lack of strength was a temporary problem.

But an insufficient perception of crisis? That was fatal!

And now, the Seventh Prince smelled the approaching storm, and a faint sense of anxiety made him restless.

"You feel uneasy, Your Highness?"

Qi Xuanxian clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky. "I feel that same intense sense of unease."

"And for both of us to feel this way, it can only mean one of two things: either the White Tiger Demon Lord and his men have rebelled, or the Kunpeng Ancestor is leading an army to attack."

"Or perhaps... both!?"

At this, the calm expression vanished from Qi Xuanxian’s face.

His look was utterly serious.

Since his rise to power, the White Tiger Demon Lord had left a trail of blood and carnage, causing no end of trouble.

A demon hero like him was not lacking in ruthlessness. If pushed into a corner, he truly would turn on us and strike without hesitation.

"He dares?!" the Seventh Prince snapped, a sharp light glinting in his eyes.

Evidently, the Seventh Prince had also considered this possibility.

But the faint sense of impending crisis still had him on pins and needles.

At that moment, a fear he had suppressed deep in his heart resurfaced.

The White Tiger Demon Lord really *would* dare!

He imagined that if Fang Yang were to lead his army to attack now, even if the White Tiger Demon Lord and his men returned in time to deal a massive blow to Fang Yang’s forces and earn great merit...

...he was afraid that he and Qi Xuanxian would, in all likelihood, be "sacrificed."

Whether forced or voluntarily.

"That damned, lame stray cat. It seems I’ve been far too kind to him," the Seventh Prince said grimly.

His tone sent a chill down Qi Xuanxian’s spine, and he instinctively tightened his white-robed battle armor.

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A fine rain drifted down, pattering on the tents.

Inside the vice-commander’s tent, Su Xi and her fellow female disciples continued to manage the battle situation.

CRACK—

Inside the tent, several streams of light flickered.

In an instant, several figures of light appeared inside the tent, having passed through a large Array.

It was Jiuming, Linghe, and the others!

Seeing this, Su Xi waved her hand to dismiss the others, telling her fellow disciples to leave for the moment.

Immediately after, she activated the tent’s defensive Array to block any other means of communication.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her fellow disciples, but some things were better left unknown.

Knowing too much could, in itself, become a transgression.

"My vision was too narrow."

Jiuming shook his head with a wry smile. "I never would have thought the White Tiger Demon Lord and his people had actually laid an ambush, just waiting for us to take the bait."

After speaking, he let out a long sigh. The vast Sword Qi around him still trembled, letting out a sharp, metallic hum.

It seemed he was still not resigned to it.

He seemed to firmly believe that if the two armies were to clash, he would be able to fight his way out of any encirclement!

Hearing this, Linghe narrowed his eyes and said, "Don’t be careless. You know how important the Celestial Sword Dao Soldier corps is."

"...To see the world in a grain of sand. It seems the Lord’s foresight is a level above our own."

As soon as he finished speaking, the others present all nodded in deep agreement.

At first, they had thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so they were eager to dispatch troops and earn merit.

Later, they realized that it was indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The problem was, if they sent out troops and annihilated the Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty and Qi Xuanxian, there was a high probability that the White Tiger Demon Lord, Zhong Zunyang, and the other creatures would ambush them from behind!

In that case, the losses would have far outweighed the gains~

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"We’ll continue to hold our position," Su Xi said, setting the tone.

Soon, under the admiring gazes of the group, the Array dissipated, and calm returned to the tent.

’Lord... Fang Yang...’

Su Xi gazed into the distance, her expression complex.

Her ’brother,’ Su Dao, would be arriving here in just over a year.

But she suddenly realized that even her own brother was likely a step below Fang Yang.

’Far-sighted!’

’Profound, yet measured!’

’And he’s the Primordial Ancestor of his own lineage!’

’A being like Fang Yang is simply too terrifying.’

If it weren’t for Sen Yue, Su Xi would have believed without a second thought that Fang Yang was the Young Venerable of the Xuan Domain.

"Fang Yang, just what kind of man are you?" Su Xi lightly bit her red lip, her gaze growing a little hazy.

For the first time, she realized that her brother might truly be surpassed by Fang Yang.

At this moment, she felt she was beginning to understand the complex feelings her best friend, Chen Ying, had for Fang Yang.

’Compared to Fang Yang, all other men of her generation seem like worthless dregs, not even worth a second glance. It’s truly frustrating.’

(To my dear readers, I’m back.)