Chapter 104: The Legend of the Illusory Dream World

  Buzzing, the broken boundary sword burst out with a violent and heaven-piercing sword energy, bound by the power of the fantasy world. A ten-thousand-zhang magnificent light illuminated the entire sky. With a soft sound, after breaking free from the constraints of the world's power, the broken boundary sword violently tore apart a massive rift in that wall, and with a whooshing sound, it pierced through this world.

  The ancient god demon Langchuan watched as the broken boundary sword effortlessly entered and exited his fantasy world, while outside, the dusk saint was also watching with a tiger's gaze. The majestic law of the Tao flowed continuously on the sky, striking the barrier of the fantasy world, which was like a scene from the end of the world.

  Witnessing such a scene, it seems that his fantasy world pearl will soon be completely shattered. With a fierce gritting of teeth, the ancient god demon Langchuan stood upright in the center of the fantasy world. The entire million-fold miniaturized fantasy world under the Eastern Ocean's vast expanse radiated colorful brilliant light, almost illuminating the entire Eastern Ocean's vicinity. Suddenly, it became blurry, as if a flower in a mirror or a moon in water.

  "Want to escape!" Mu Li's eyes turned stern, "Heaven-Defying One Sword, Annihilate the Realm!!"

  A force of a heavenly law descended into the body, and the breath surged violently throughout. The power of the entire body's laws merged with this force to infuse the Boundary-Breaking Sword in hand. Humming, the sword transformed into a massive silver dragon that instantaneously turned into a gigantic silver electric light. In the blink of an eye, it pierced through the Dream World that was almost swallowed by the void of starry space with a deafening crash.

  "Ahh!!" A mournful cry rang out, sounding so clear amidst the deafening roar.

  At dusk, the clear perception of the Heart-God connecting Broken Boundary Sword shattered the true spirit of Lang Huan in the fantasy world into powder. A huge hole was pierced through the center of the million-square-mile World Pearl, and the entire fantasy world was fragmented.

  The world pearl recruited a place, a burst of brilliant light flashed by, and the brilliant light shot out in all directions. A burst of scorching light flashed by, and then disappeared without a trace.

  Mourning Departure watched as the World Pearl escaped, not stopping it. The two gods who had unfolded their domains to protect the Azure Sea City after the battle immediately flew up into the void and respectfully saluted Mourning Departure. With a worried tone, they said: "Saint, that ancient demon has escaped? If it seeks revenge in the future, it will be troublesome!"

  Mulan faintly said: "Langchuan has already fallen, the world pearl is spiritual, and it's just hiding!"

  He took a step back into the darkness and disappeared into the crowd.

  From then on, a legend about the Fantasy World spread throughout the East Sea. It was said that the Fantasy World was filled with rich pre-heavenly spiritual energy, and all kinds of divine nuclei and rare heavenly treasures were countless and inexhaustible.

  However, the Fantasy Dream World is shrouded in a vast white mist that stretches for billions of miles, with no boundaries or edges. In the Eastern Sea, it appears and disappears at random, causing many cultivators to rush in and compete for entry. The fantasy spirits inside are of varying strengths, with some rumored to possess divine powers. However, most cultivators who enter the Fantasy Dream World are killed by the fantasy spirits and become one of them, while only a few can search for treasures on the periphery, and may even obtain a Divine Core.

  The Illusory Dream World would mysteriously disappear after sending out all the cultivators every hundred years, thus becoming an unsolved mystery and a famous treasure land of danger in later generations, known to the cultivators as the Desolate Ancient Ruins, attracting many cultivators' adventures.

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  In the murky sea formed by the chaotic air at the bottom of the abyss, a magnificent ancient scroll with a length of thousands of miles and a width of hundreds of millions of meters floated up and down. The grayish-black ocean could not cover its brilliant light, and a thousand-mile whirlpool took it as its center, with massive amounts of murky air constantly surging into the painting.

  At this time, the painting was already a grayish mess, with only the Heaven-Supporting Treasure Pagoda still standing tall, emitting a blood-red glow that wasn't mixed with any dark gray color.

  In the vast and profound turbid sea, far away from this ancient painting of the turbid sea, at this moment, four huge five-colored brilliant light circulating colored boundaries are also suspended, ever-changing, constantly resisting the erosion of the turbid air.

  In the boundary, four billion-zhang-long ferocious beasts that emit unparalleled brutality and killing intent are sleeping. Even in their sleep, the ferocity is still terrifying.

  These four billion-zhang ferocious beasts are naturally the Chaos Beast, Reincarnation Beast, Heaven-Devouring Beast and Brain-Eating Beast, which were sealed by the Five Elements Ancestor together and thrown into the abyss. They are the most famous of the Four Great Ferocious Beasts in the Primordial Era.

  At this time, there was also a faint turbid air constantly surging in from some places that had been eroded to be slightly weak, and being absorbed by the four fierce beasts.

  That's right, in the muddy sea under the abyss, the four most ferocious beasts at the top of the desolate wilderness are sealed, and also the Wanmo Floating Tower Map thrown down by Huanxi.

  In the world of Wanmo Futu, a large amount of Kaitian Huang Qi permeates, and those Lianyu evil demons born attached to the Wanmo Futu world are crushed by the erosion and destruction of Kaitian Huang Qi, countless Lianyu evil demons are even ground into dust along with their Mo Shen Zhen Ling. Although they recover one after another under the mysterious light halo of Tongtian Futu Tower, as soon as the Lianyu evil demons are reborn, they are crushed again by the erosion and pollution of Kaitian Huang Qi.

  Innumerable destructions and rebirths, the innumerable billions of hellish demons in the world of floating pagodas wailed mournfully in the sea of suffering, until even their true spirits were ground to extinction, thoroughly annihilated, never to be reborn again.

  After countless hellish demons were annihilated, the entire floating world suddenly became desolate and still, as if it was a barren land devoid of any signs of life.

  In the boundless and endless depths of the sea of suffering, there are still countless demonic bodies scattered at the bottom of each sea, with heights ranging from a few meters to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of meters. After numerous destructions and rebirths, they have persisted and developed some resistance to the destructive erosion of turbid air. The number of times and duration of their destruction are also gradually increasing.

  Under the Tongtian Floating Pagoda, Yang Le's body, comparable to Pangu's mighty physique, was now rotten and festering everywhere, with blood and flesh visible, and in some places, even deep wounds exposing his purple-gold skeleton.

  Even so, the majestic blood gas still fills the surroundings, and the fierce and powerful pulse and the flowing fresh blood are still full of vitality.

  Under the shroud of the dense, murky energy that filled the air, Yang Le's body was also being eroded at a slow pace. However, within his body, a grayish energy was circulating in an extremely complex and mysterious trajectory, emitting an aura of profound mystery. Wherever this aura passed, the festering flesh and blood were rapidly withdrawing tiny buds, continuously growing and countering the erosion caused by the murky energy that filled the air.

  Moreover, there is a thread of heavenly energy being absorbed and transformed into a mighty energy, which makes that energy stronger.

  That strand of Yang Le's cultivated energy was a dull gray, emitting an extremely terrifying aura. Even just a thread of that gray energy would be enough to pierce through a post-heavenly spiritual treasure-grade artifact, Yang Le estimated.

  This grey, hazy energy is an excellent way to temper the body, neither as violent and all-dissolving as the power of Chaos, nor as full of legalistic overtones as those divine powers that are typically filled with the breath of law.

  However, under the gentle gray energy lies infinite vitality and terrifying destructive energy. Even if Yang Le cultivates the opening of heaven and earth, swallowing countless pre-heavenly spiritual energies, it only transforms into a strand of hair-sized gray energy. This misty gray energy has been growing extremely slowly all along, causing Yang Le to guard the treasure mountain without daring to squander it.

  If Yang Le was previously a fierce humanoid combat divine soldier, then combining the gray energy with Yang Le's postnatal Lingbao peak Pangu Great Witch True Body would make him a humanoid combat divine soldier treasure. The two combined would be an absolute geometric level of combat power enhancement. Even if he didn't use his Yuan Shen Creation Knife, Yang Le was confident that he could fight against Quasi-Saint.

  However, under the erosion of the chaotic air, the gray energy in Yang Le's body operated along a mysterious and complex trajectory, constantly repairing and refining itself, and absorbing the chaotic air. With each cycle, the gray energy grew by a visible thread. Yang Le, in a state of frenzied joy, became intoxicated with the aura of that mysterious energy, and was completely unaware of his surroundings.

  On the other side, Gong Hanxuan, the master of the underground ice palace, had a Snow Mochi Pearl floating above her head, emitting white light and enveloping her body within a ten-foot radius. The pearl repelled the chaotic air from opening the sky, not allowing it to advance even an inch. With a cold and proud face, Gong Hanxuan remained seated cross-legged, silently cultivating.