At this mont, that beam of light burst forth like the fire of hope.
Ethan Smith was suddenly awakened by this beam of light, and he tried with all his might to move closer to it.
At this mont, he couldn’t feel his body, nor anything else.
In front of him was only that single light, a flag showing his survival.
Ethan dared not relax even a bit, even though he couldn’t perceive his body; he tried every ans to move closer to it.
The extre dark silence was beckoning him to sleep.
Once asleep, eternal peace would follow, but Ethan resisted the awareness piercing to his bones.
He didn’t know how long it took, but he finally slowly approached the light.
It was a butterfly, flapping its wings.
Like a human, it stared at Ethan, dancing gracefully before him.
Seeing the familiar butterfly, Ethan suddenly beca dazed.
It was a strong sense of familiarity, but at this mont, he couldn’t recall why.
Ethan slowly squatted down, placing the butterfly on his palm.
His gaze shifted from confusion to determination.
The butterfly on Ethan’s hand slowly split into two, then transford into four.
Countless butterflies surrounded Ethan, and at this mont, a smile appeared on Ethan’s lips.
He understood now the aning of Zhuangzi’s butterfly dream.
In the dreamscape created by the Nineteenth Hell, he was invincible.
Even if he were to sink into the despair of darkness, as long as he believed he wasn’t dead, he would forever be alive.
At this mont, Ethan’s will beca his best salvation, forged from countless tis enduring despair.
It awakened him from the Nineteenth Hell, all thanks to this butterfly.
Otherwise, Ethan might have taken much longer to awaken.
Ripple-like images started emanating from Ethan, his body ethereal, as if swimming in transparent water.
Even if soone stood before Ethan now, they wouldn’t be able to see his features.
Zhuangzi’s butterfly dream, One Thought Reincarnation.
And the masked woman’s Soul Nightmare Heart Skill.
One is the traversal between dreams and reality, shifting damage into the dreamscape with powerful thought.
Another is the scholar Lucian’s Path of Dreams, able to reincarnate for a thousand years in the world of dreams.
Another is a top cultivation skill for soul cultivation, also the greatest secret of Hell.
At this mont, Ethan had a new realization of these three cultivation skills for an instant.
The three spells slowly decomposed into the most basic elents.
Ethan had once witnessed these two Paths of Dreams, and now he was amidst a dreamscape created by the Nineteenth Hell.
In this world of dreams, the two Paths of Dreams continually appeared before Ethan, replaying.
His Divine Consciousness Power transford after ongoing deductions, with a dream-like energy bursting forth from him, distinct from Divine Soul Power.
Green Illusionary Energy flowed in Ethan’s hand, reminiscent of jade-like glaze.
The stream surged suddenly, cutting the Nineteenth Hell’s iron chain above Ethan’s head.
"This is my Path of Dreams, let’s call it Power of Darkness. This Power of Darkness will accompany as I advance in this world."
This power was extrely difficult to comprehend, and he had only encountered two who could.
Understanding this power greatly enhanced Ethan’s strength.
Just like the Nineteenth Hell, it was rely a summoning formation.
It brought him to a secluded spot within the true Nineteenth Hell, a power that even living beings born of the Holy Kingdom’s destiny on Earth couldn’t hell, indicating this power’s might.
A ripple appeared before Ethan, and the next mont, he was back at Thunder Roar Academy.
"Oh? You can still stand?"
Holy Lord Taylor issued an astonished sound.
"Thank you for the despair you brought , this is your reward."
Chains of Night.
A soul rope woven from Aura of the Night, penetrated Holy Lord Taylor’s body.
Ethan’s eyes surged with Illusionary Energy, his pupils entirely black.
The Nightmare invoked now created another dreamscape, trapping him within.
In that empty space, the Nightmare was bound to a pillar.
No ti, no space.
All ti was under Ethan’s control; he didn’t need to employ any torture.
In front of him, ’Holy Lord Taylor’s’ body suddenly showed a blurred fluctuation, then transford into pure divine soul power entering Ethan’s Sea of Knowledge.
Wave after wave of Ethan’s mories returned, he walked slowly forward.
Wherever he went, Chains of Night bound all Nightmares, directly crushing them.
His mories finally completely returned, indeed hidden within these Nightmare bodies.
Trilight Talisman!
Ethan dared not dawdle, divine soul power surged forth from him.
Using Divine Soul Power as a brush, he began to draw three giant stars, then painting portraits of the three Holy Lords.
Once the Trilight Talisman was completed, external forces would be drawn to this space.
Everyone here would be saved.
Although inadvertently, he grasped the Path of Dreams.
But compared to the two battling monsters, his power was utterly insufficient.
Ethan gritted his teeth to paint, the first Saint’s portrait was completed.
The talisman floating before him emitted a mysterious wave, affecting buildings, ground, space near the Trilight Talisman.
Under this wave’s influence, everything shattered into countless fragnts.
"Not good, why is the wave so large!"
Ethan’s mind was shocked.
He quickened his drawing pace again, but even with all his effort, it was still incomplete.
Each Taoist master would draw the three stars and three Holy Lords of the Trilight Talisman differently.
Because everyone’s understanding of the Tao within varied, unleashing the Trilight Talisman’s power through it completely.
Thus during the drawing, one must envision the Tao and profound principles of the three stars and three Holy Lords.
Only drawn talismans that incorporate these principles will succeed, otherwise, without the Tao embedded, the Trilight Talisman’s power might not break the Nineteenth Hell!
"Courting death!"
At the mont the second Saint’s portrait was about to be completed, an angry roar sounded from the sky.
The space around Ethan already turned into nothingness, torn by the power of the Trilight Talisman, the surrounding spaces shattered completely.
Nearly tens of thousands of divine souls seized the opportunity to escape the Nineteenth Hell.
A black lightning struck fiercely before Ethan, instantly turning his body to powder.
It was the Buddha’s spell, mobilizing divine souls with borrowed spirit soldiers.
Even a casual divine soul’s power rendered Ethan unable to resist.
Aura of the Night surged, transforming into countless ominous Crows.
The destructive force was transferred into the dreamscape.
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