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Wei Yuan, disguised as Wang Qi, frowned and paid attention to this peculiar dream.

Most dream realms are complete.

But this dream realm is strangely fragmented. It appears to be an ancient gathering place, but in the distance, you can see a modern city silhouette like a steel jungle. It is both ancient and trendy, with many large blank spaces, as if they cannot appear in the dream for some reason.

This made Wang Qi alert.

She paid attention to the most real potter in the dream, who should be the master of the dream.

And the person imprinted in her memory.

But strangely, she didn't recognize this person.

Did humans use this person as bait to lure her? She quickly denied this possibility. The Celestial Master's Mansion was not the kind of place that would do such a thing. After all, she was a disciple of Zhang Daoling, the successor of the Celestial Master. She planned to capture the master of the dream directly and interrogate him in the dream.

But just as she was about to make a move, the potter looked up slightly and said softly, "You finally came."

Wang Qi didn't feel surprised in her heart. She was prepared for the other party when she entered the dream. It was her mentality that was targeted. But she immediately discovered that the potter was not the person she mentioned, but another tall and handsome man.

Wang Qi subconsciously looked over and her expression changed drastically.

There was a terrifying aura faintly emanating from the young man, noble and upright, making her feel fear from the depths of her soul. Wang Qi subconsciously took a step back, feeling a faint chill. She turned her head and saw another beautiful woman on the other side, with black hair cascading down and a decorative headband with an embedded gemstone.

Suddenly, the whole dream became real.

People wearing ancient and even crude clothes came and went.

They communicated in ancient languages that Wang Qi couldn't recognize, walking back and forth with the confidence and ease unique to the era when humans and gods coexisted. It was as if they had suddenly arrived in the primitive era of humans and gods, rough and magnificent, incredibly real. Wang Qi stood among them, feeling like an outsider.

Even Wang Qi was absent-minded.

At this moment, the potter let go of his hand.

The pottery in his hand turned into a sword, and then instantly slashed towards Wang Qi.

………………

Wei Yuan noticed something wrong when he entered the dream.

The dripping feathers allowed him to stay awake in the dream.

Then he realized that his dream was incomplete and not real.

According to the Black Cat Clan, experiences would become the source of dreams. Therefore, dreams of ancient powerhouses were extremely dangerous because there would be various powerful beings and dangerous secret realms in those dreams. However, Wei Yuan found that in his dream, those beings he had seen before could not appear.

Whether it was the elegant and noble Queen Mother of the West.

The leaders of the various nations gathered at Tu Mountain.

Or the mountain and sea beasts that he had seen passing through the sky from a distance.

He had seen all of them, but they couldn't appear in his dream.

Or rather, they appeared, but they were just false creations.

Wei Yuan only needed a moment of thought to guess the reason. Past experiences that couldn't be let go of would turn into dreams. The key was not the past, but the experiences. He had only seen those powerful mountain and sea beasts from a distance or heard about them, never truly understood, never had contact with them, never fought against them.

He had almost no knowledge about those mountain and sea beasts.

Because he had touched tables and the ground in reality, only then would they appear with real texture in the dream.

And in the distant past, as a craftsman, Wei Yuan had only caught a glimpse of those powerhouses, never felt their existence, never fought against them. Naturally, they couldn't possess enough strength in the dream.

And artificially strengthening the creations in the dream by controlling the dream had no effect on a dream monster like Wang Qi.

And Queen Mother of the West... In Wei Yuan's dream, even the illusory Queen Mother of the West couldn't appear.

There was only emptiness.

In that instant, Wei Yuan had the urge to crush the dripping feathers and forcibly break free from the dream. Then he discovered that Wang Qi was extremely cautious. A thought appeared in his mind that he hadn't really had no contact with the powerful beings of that era.

So he pretended to still be immersed in the dream and appeared in the dream of Yu and Nü Jiao, the only two he had a relatively better understanding of among the many powerhouses. Wang Qi's vigilance successfully focused on these two dream figures.

Then, Wei Yuan manifested the real Eight-Faced Han Sword in his hand.

He swung it fiercely.

……………………

Clang!

A crisp sound exploded.

Wei Yuan's face still had a layer of dream illusion, still looking like the craftsman Yuan.

Wang Qi had already retreated and a shield appeared in her hand.

The shield resisted the sword.

Wang Qi was a dream monster, holding a high position in the Qin and Han dynasties. Correspondingly, she possessed the creative power equivalent to the master of the dream. She wouldn't be easily expelled from the dream. Wei Yuan's expression remained unchanged. The sword in his palm attacked Wang Qi, but the disguised Wang Qi easily blocked Wei Yuan's moves.

The illusory Nü Jiao and Yu, who were only shadows, attacked Wang Qi.

Even though they were just illusions in the dream, Wang Qi still felt the instinctive fear and oppression deep in her heart. She had to retreat and dodge their attacks. Then she barely defended against Wei Yuan's sword strike. The shield trembled and made a loud noise, but Wei Yuan quickly discovered that Wang Qi was gradually adapting to the suppression of the dream illusion.

Wei Yuan's expression remained calm.

Suddenly, when Wang Qi attacked Wei Yuan, accompanied by a low roar, a ferocious giant turtle appeared behind Wei Yuan. It had the head of a carnivorous bird and a snake tail that slapped the air, making a snapping sound. It opened its mouth and attacked Wang Qi.

"A Rotating Turtle!" Wang Qi exclaimed in shock. She instinctively retreated and a long sword appeared in her hand, piercing into the giant turtle.

But it was just an illusion. Wei Yuan's sword in his hand took the opportunity to swiftly strike down.

This sword had long been spiritualized. It had protected Wang Qi several times when she entered the dream. It could slay monsters in the dream. After waking up, there were still traces of blood on the sword. Wang Qi avoided it, feeling slightly angry. When she was about to make another move, she suddenly heard a mournful laughter.A giant bird, as tall as a three-story building, appeared behind Wei Yuan.

With three heads and six tails, each ferocious bird head laughed wildly and flew up with its sharp claws.

Yu had to retreat to avoid it.

This is a Qiqi, an ancient fierce beast.

But it should have been extinct long ago.

How could it appear in this dream? The ancient dream just now... impossible!

The absurdity in Yu's heart grew stronger and stronger. With each ancient monster that transformed into a terrifying beast, even if it was born in the Qin and Han dynasties, the absurdity became more and more real and overwhelming.

These strange beasts seemed to appear from a distant history, even if they were just illusions without power. However, their expressions and movements were incredibly real, as if someone had witnessed them with their own eyes.

With the appearance of each mountain and sea giant beast, she was unable to get close to the pottery maker.

The pottery maker strolled leisurely, always one step ahead of her.

Yu took a deep breath and used her knowledge of modern psychology, combined with her divine power, to forcefully suppress the surging and overwhelming emotions in her heart. She maintained the necessary calmness, but her attacks became somewhat impatient, and she even began to ignore the ancient monsters that brought her immense psychological pressure.

The first time she ignored was a Gu Diao, a huge monster that cried like a baby. Then it rushed towards her.

Yu felt her body instinctively stiffen, but of course, this was just an illusion, so she was unharmed.

The second time she ignored was a Poverty-stricken.

The fear in Yu's heart dissipated a lot.

Similarly, the ferocious Poverty-stricken was also just an illusion.

She gradually became unaffected by various strange beasts and was able to pressurize the peculiar pottery maker. When her sword pressed against him, she even unknowingly breathed a sigh of relief, but then she heard a low roar.

Another fierce beast appeared behind him.

It was a white horse with a pitch-black tail, tiger-like claws, sharp fangs in its mouth, and a ferocious dragon horn on its head.

Bo, a strange beast that preys on tigers and leopards.

Also an illusion, no need to worry.

Yu thought, and her sword changed its direction, stabbing forward, intending to capture the dream spirit of the pottery maker.

But immediately, a sharp pain surged in her heart.

A look of astonishment appeared on Yu's face. The supposed illusion, the powerless Bo beast, neighed and pierced through Yu's body with its sharp dragon horn, causing blood to flow. Yu was a great monster in the dream, and now she was just a dream body, so she dissipated like a wisp of smoke and then reassembled.

But she still couldn't believe what she saw in front of her.

The absurdity and fear that had been suppressed in her heart erupted in an instant, and it became even more fierce. Yu couldn't help but shout in the dream, "The real Bo?"

"How could you have seen the real Bo?! Impossible!"

"After Yu Wang finished writing the Shan Hai Jing, he wielded his sword and expelled all the fierce and strange beasts from Shen Zhou, even the countries of those ferocious races were exiled. It's impossible for there to be Bo beasts in the mortal realm, unless you were there..." Her voice abruptly stopped.

Wei Yuan's expression paused slightly, and he said in astonishment, "Yu Wang expelled the strange beasts with the Shan Hai Jing?"

Yu didn't speak, she just stared wide-eyed, staring at the pottery maker in front of her, observing the natural changes in his expression.

She didn't answer, but this silence undoubtedly represented something. Wei Yuan closed his eyes and restrained his astonishment.

No wonder... Qingqiu Country is outside the mortal realm, no wonder there are no strange beasts from the Shan Hai Jing appearing. So that's how it is.

Suddenly, he thought of the distant past, something that was almost subconsciously forgotten in Wei Yuan's memory. Yu looked into the distance and said to him, "Yuan, Xuan Yuan Huang Di established his rule over Shen Zhou, and Zhuan Xu Emperor severed the ladder between humans and gods. Although they managed the floods, they left behind so many man-eating strange beasts. How will future generations view them... At that time, Yuan thought that Yu was warning future generations with the Shan Hai Jing."

Originally, Yu wrote the Shan Hai Jing to completely expel the strange beasts that threatened the human race from Shen Zhou... so that all the nine continents could be ruled by humans.

And in the next generation, humans united and became a country.

Casting the Nine Tripods, humans and gods lived separately.

Wei Yuan squinted his eyes, as if time was rapidly rewinding in this instant. He saw a young man looking at the distant land, his eyes shining brightly like flames. He saw his worries. That era was turbulent, but among all living beings, the first one to stir up the waves of the era was the man named Yu. He did more than what the legends said.

The young pottery maker remained silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled. He murmured softly, "Indeed, he would do such a thing..."

Yu's head buzzed.

She saw that the Bo image, which was fierce in character and preyed on tigers and leopards during the Shan Hai era, bowed down as if surrendering in front of the pottery maker. When the pottery maker heard about Yu Wang and the Shan Hai Jing, a special expression appeared on his face.

It was a mixture of sadness, nostalgia, and regret, as if suddenly hearing familiar news after a distant era, familiar people. Although you are no longer here, although the past era has been submerged in time, I see the world you changed. I raise my cup alone to the distant sky, amazed and singing, still toasting and drinking in pain.

She was Yu, a great monster who understood human nature and dreams, and mastered modern human psychology.

She knew that this moment's expression represented absolute truth.

Bo is a strange beast from the Shan Hai Jing, and pure-blooded Bo has disappeared from the mortal realm of Shen Zhou. To have seen its power, one must have fought against Bo beasts before Yu Wang took action.

For the first time, Yu felt a chill in her dream.

Whose dream is this after all?!

The pottery maker reversed his grip on the sword.

The surrounding environment underwent a huge change. Vast water rushed over the ground, and there was a faint sound of violent wind and thunder. Then, a huge ape suddenly stood in the water, standing behind the pottery maker, roaring angrily, causing thunderous explosions in the sky and deep whirlpools to appear in the ancient Huai River, which was as vast as an ocean.Bo Qi's face turned pale, and finally let out a low roar, revealing his true form. She began to frantically absorb the foundation of the dream.

Dream-eating was an inherent ability of their clan.

Absorbing the foundation of the dream made the concept of dreams unable to continue.

For the first time since her birth, she was extremely urgent and actively hoped that the dreamer would wake up quickly.

This dream was simply... the most terrifying nightmare she had seen in her two thousand years of existence.

Damn it, what kind of monster is the owner of this dream!

Just at this moment, the dream that should have been absorbed suddenly became more real. Bo Qi looked up in astonishment and looked at the calm potter. Finally, a clear fear appeared in her eyes. This dream could not be actively absorbed, but it fell with a force much more terrifying than modern horror. The strand of divine soul that Bo Qi had separated was directly dispersed.

In the end, it turned into an illusory remnant soul, with lifeless eyes.

Wei Yuan couldn't help but snap out of the slight sadness he felt after hearing Yu Wang's story. He was a bit amazed. Wu Zhiqi was quite terrifying. Even Bo Qi, who was widely worshipped during the Qin and Han dynasties for his dream-eating ability, couldn't eat his dreams? How heavy must it be to choke such a powerful monster?

This had almost exceeded the scope of dreams.

Wei Yuan couldn't help but laugh, preparing to wake up. However, when he squeezed the feather in his hand, he found that this dream couldn't be awakened.

The sound of flowing water still thundered in his ears.

His movements stiffened, and he slowly raised his head.

With raging wind and thunder, golden eyes and snow-white fangs, a huge ape crossed the surging and mighty Huai River water system. At the same time, it lowered its head, and its golden eyes suddenly had their own brilliance as it locked gazes with Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan: "...Wu Zhiqi, it seems like he's the water god."

And this guy wasn't dead.

"Damn it!"