Chapter 1187: Chapter 1186: The Dream of Three Thousand Years, Xiao Hen’s Challenge
“Have you heard of it? So what?” Xu Zii asked.
“Among the Ten Divine Bodies, one of them is the Monster Pupil Heaven Holy Body. This divine body is renowned for its pupil techniques.
They are considered the pinnacle of the world. Do you truly believe you can break them?” Lai Canyin asked.
“Our Lai Family’s Startling Mirage Lotus is rely one of the techniques derived from the Monster Pupil,” Lai Canyin said.
“The Startling Mirage Lotus—is that what you just revealed?” Xu Zii asked.
“It’s only half of it,” Lai Canyin replied.
“And what do you want to teach you? The thod to break illusions?” Xu Zii asked.
“What could you possibly teach ?” Lai Canyin countered.
“To break an illusion, there is no shortcut. The best thod is to steadfastly guard your Daoist Heart.
When your heart is firm, you will find freedom in all things,” Xu Zii replied.
“Can you help ?” Lai Canyin asked.
Xu Zii nodded slightly.
During his ti on the Yuan Central Continent, he’d once learned a martial technique called “The Dream of Three Thousand Years.”
This technique had no offensive power but held an extraordinary effect.
It could conjure dreams, countless dreams of myriad forms.
Awaken from slumber, and it feels like three thousand years have passed—a world transford, seas turned to mulberry fields.
Although the experiences within the dream were false, the tempering of one’s Daoist Heart within them was undeniably real.
The downside to this technique was its perilous nature.
Should soone beco lost within their dreams, unable to distinguish dream from reality, they would truly experience three thousand years.
They’d beco nothing but a pile of bones.
Xu Zii waved his right hand, and the profound aning of “The Dream of Three Thousand Years” enveloped his palm.
As his mastery grew, his control over such things beca increasingly profound.
“Care to give it a try?” Xu Zii asked.
“What is this?” Lai Canyin asked warily.
“A dream. I can craft boundless dreams for you, allowing you to experience things you’ve never encountered in your lifeti.”
Xu Zii smiled and said, “You’ll feel the dream, but you mustn’t beco consud by it.
Ultimately, you mustn’t mistake the dream for reality.
It carries risks, but I can wake you in ti. Want to give it a try?”
“Try,” Lai Canyin nodded.
Xu Zii entered his room while Lai Canyin gently lay on the bed beside him.
He waved his right hand, and the dream’s profound aning began to spread.
Lai Canyin fell into slumber within it.
Dreams are colorless, yet filled with all colors because of their contents.
As the profound aning suffused the area, Lai Canyin visibly cald.
Xu Zii stood up, glanced at Lai Canyin, and left the room.
Xie Changliu walked beside him, smiling as he said, “That Miss Lai—handled?”
“Let’s head to the Nine Ghosts Academy,” Xu Zii nodded in reply.
The two left the courtyard of this venerable place, walking along a forest path.
Nine Ghosts Academy was vast; even days of walking wouldn’t suffice to traverse it.
“What do you think of last night’s situation?” Xie Changliu asked as they walked.
“Seems like so kind of Principle or rule,” Xu Zii mused.
“I’ve heard that the Ghost God Realm operates entirely under such rules. Imagine the strength of such a Principle,” Xie Changliu replied.
“This world is full of wonders. There will always be things we’ve never seen,” Xu Zii laughed.
As they were chatting, the sound of wind rushed from not far away.
Xu Zii reached out his hand and delicately caught a torn envelope erging from the void.
On the envelope, two bright red characters—”Challenge”—stood out strikingly.
He opened the first page and saw four small words: “Arena Stage Awaiting.”
“What’s this?” Xu Zii chuckled and shook his head.
“Soone has issued you a challenge letter,” Xie Changliu said, also laughing.
“Seems Xuan Min’s death didn’t teach them a lesson; instead, more grudges have co,” Xu Zii said with a smirk.
Flas sprouted from his hand, and the envelope turned to ashes in an instant.
He waved his hand and said, “Let’s go have a look.”
…
On the Arena Stage,
the withering autumn wind blew past, and the ghostly trees on either side scattered blackened leaves into the void.
Hundreds of Nine Ghosts Academy students had already gathered nearby.
“Do you think he’ll show up?”
“I don’t think so. This ti, Senior Xiao Hen personally stepped forward. Apart from the Eight Ghost Prodigies, who would dare accept the challenge?”
“I disagree. No matter how strong Senior Xiao Hen is, he’s just a newcor. Don’t forget—there’s the saying ‘a newborn calf fears no tiger.’ With his mindset, I doubt he’d back down.”
“Keep your voice down, he’s here.”
As the figures of Xu Zii and Xie Changliu appeared in the distance, the initially noisy crowd fell silent.
Xu Zii stood firm, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, and asked, “Who sent the challenge letter?”
“It was Senior Xiao Hen,” soone replied nearby.
Xu Zii lowered his gaze to the Arena Stage below, where a man was seated cross-legged atop the Azure Dragon Blade.
The man sat atop the dragon’s head, a wide saber standing upright beside him.
The saber was a ter wide, its blade groove interwoven with countless sharp cuts, giving it an imposing and heavy appearance.
The man wore a plain gray robe.
His features were ordinary, nothing remarkable.
“Co down and fight,” Xiao Hen said impassively upon seeing Xu Zii arrive, standing up slowly.
The gray robe behind him billowed in the wind.
“We don’t seem to know each other,” Xu Zii said.
“To cut you down is to establish the academy’s prestige,” Xiao Hen replied curtly.
Xu Zii chuckled, his gaze once again sweeping across the crowd. He said, “Does anyone else here wish to challenge ?
If so, co together. One by one is far too much of a hassle.”
The crowd exchanged uneasy looks. With Senior Xiao Hen stepping forward, who among them would dare intervene?
“Co down,” Xiao Hen leapt down, his figure landing squarely on the Arena Stage.
The wide saber atop the Azure Dragon’s head was also unsheathed, a sound of grinding tal echoing in the air.
He held the wide blade in his hand, its increasingly sharp blade intent rippling through the void around them.
“After killing you, would anyone else dare challenge ?” Xu Zii asked as he walked down leisurely, a trace of boredom in his voice.
“None of the Ghost Prodigies can defeat ,” Xiao Hen responded with arrogance.
“Then go bring one of those Ghost Prodigies to fight ,” Xu Zii replied.
Hearing Xu Zii’s words, Xiao Hen’s gaze hardened, and he said indifferently, “The Nine Ghost Prodigies are engaged in secluded cultivation; they have no ti for the likes of you.
Still, after killing Xuan Min, the Four Symbols Vein won’t let you off.”
“Your Nine Ghosts Academy’s ssy affairs truly seem endless,” Xu Zii said, shaking his head slightly.
“Draw your blade; since you’re seeking death, I’ll grant it.”
“Who dies is yet to be seen,” Xiao Hen said, his voice sharp.
He drew his blade, its heavy back trembling slightly.
Finally, it tore through the firmant before him, a silver light erupting overhead like a torrent and cascading down towards Xu Zii.
Xu Zii tilted his head up, shooting a glance at Xiao Hen.
In that instant, the void froze solid.
Xiao Hen beca petrified, his entire body stiff in place. The blade in his hand remained poised for the strike, yet it would never fall.
It was as though the void had transford into an impenetrable stone, enveloping him completely.
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