"Master, what on earth are you talking about!"
The Little Monk was sowhat anxious upon hearing this: "Soone has gone missing now! The mbers of the Celestial Strategy Mansion are at the door wanting to see you, saying there's sothing to discuss! They won't leave if you don't speak! What should we do?"
The white-haired monk looked at the Little Monk and rubbed his head: "You go out and tell them… I wasn't sure before, but now I'm almost certain—it's 'Scenery' embellishing its dream."
"Scenery? Embellishing its dream?"
"Yes."
"What does that an?"
"Just pass the ssage on, they'll figure it out… now close your eyes."
"Ah? Why should I close my eyes!?"
"Restrain arrogance and impatience."
"..."
The Little Monk had no choice but to put his hands together and close his eyes.
The white-haired monk saw this and followed suit, putting his hands together and chanting.
With his eyes closed, the Little Monk suddenly felt a strong light hitting him… the kind that could be perceived clearly even with eyes closed.
He was taken aback and imdiately shouted, "Master!"
No reply.
And the strong light briefly flashed and quickly faded.
A few seconds later.
The Little Monk opened his eyes again.
But the white-haired monk had already disappeared.
"..."
The Little Monk was stunned, glanced around, then started to run.
While running, he shouted, "Not good! The master is missing too!!!"
...
"It's almost taking shape."
Up high.
The Dead Sore suddenly appeared, speaking urgently: "Various relics seem to co alive everywhere, rumors of activation spread all around, and right now the people from the Celestial Strategy Mansion are fighting fires everywhere! Clearly, the Illusion Dream is about to fully erge.
But… for so reason! On the other side, the Security Army has also suddenly begun to massively gather soldiers, arresting everywhere! They're even arresting our people!"
"..."
The horse-faced man was taken aback by the latter part of the sentence, "Arresting our people?"
The Dead Sore spoke impatiently, "Yes! Have they discovered sothing!?"
The horse-faced man frowned and asked, "Has anyone planted in the Celestial Strategy Mansion transmitted any news?"
"No!"
The Dead Sore shook his head vigorously, and the mist on his body quivered: "The Security Army is primarily targeting them! They might have known sothing before, but no news has co back. The upper-level contacts are all missing, and the only contact who sent back a ssage reported only half a sentence."
"What was it?"
"Security Army dispatched to Jinling."
"That's all?"
"That's all! At first, I thought that was all he reported, but after reviewing it, I found a comma after 'Jinling'. Considering now how the Security Army is mobilizing extensively and precisely capturing people… clearly, they know sothing, but were controlled before transmitting the ssage back. I suspect that our intelligence network has been completely taken over by them!
Sothing must have happened at the Celestial Strategy Mansion! Otherwise, they wouldn't act so swiftly!"
"..."
The horse-faced man heard this, his expression turning grim.
Out of control.
Once again, it was out of control.
He detested that damn lack of control!
Originally thought Xia Yue was absent, allowing him to upgrade smoothly, but trouble surfaced at last!
"What about the Security Army?"
After a long pause.
The horse-faced man barely controlled his emotions, gritting his teeth and asking, "Where is the Security Army that went to Jinling now?"
The mist on Dead Sore paused, then he spoke softly: "To avoid alerting them, I've relocated all Self mbers from Jinling, so we are completely unaware, with no accurate sources of information… I just found so clues on the local Jinling forums, people claid to have spotted a convoy with military plates entering Jinling.
Besides that, nothing."
"..."
The horse-faced man was silent, anger accumulating.
But before he could explode.
His previously upright form abruptly twisted.
His waist twisted like a pretzel, spiraling into a ball.
Dead Sore was stunned.
"No ti left!"
The horse-faced man sensed sothing, quickly saying, "Let them arrest whover they wish, don't engage yet; wait until I erge, upgrading is the top priority!
Then inform all 'Self' mbers to hide away, avoid exposure. Above all, do not approach Jinling! Lest they be drawn into 'Scenery's' dream.
The Celestial Strategy Mansion mbers capable of entering 'Scenery's' dream are few, and within 'Scenery's' dream, I'm invincible, I can handle it!
Once upgraded, even if the Celestial Strategy Mansion reacts, I alone am sufficient!"
Dead Sore promptly nodded, "Alright!"
"Lastly."
The horse-faced man's expression turned solemn, staring intently at Dead Sore, yellow wisps emanating from his body: "You! Figure out exactly what happened at the Celestial Strategy Mansion recently! I refuse to erge as a deaf and blind man!"
Dead Sore's form stiffened.
Thankfully.
No reply was necessary from him.
Because after the horse-faced man spoke his last sentence, a blinding light appeared behind him.
Imdiately.
He vanished...
Simultaneously.
The entire Jinling City, across every location, lights up with intense white light.
And with each white flash, soone disappears.
Or a legend activates.
In an instant.
The Celestial Strategy Mansion's pressure multiplied.
And that's not all.
People who should not vanish do, and those who should not appear do.
Reports flood in from various sites, stating that mirages have simultaneously appeared at tourist spots, famous landmarks.
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