Lei Zhenzi withdrew his action, only to see Yan Zhi laughing over there.
He felt he was being played, but he had no evidence.
He looked toward his original uncle master, Guanyin. Guanyin was also sowhat helpless—dreams were not unfamiliar to her, but they were usually prayers from one side, and she responded through faith and guidance.
Would the people from the Demon World really worship Guanyin?
"Miss Yan Zhi, I kindly ask that you stop teasing the vanguard."
Yan Zhi was completely nonchalant. As the Blood God’s son, she possessed part of the Nether River Mother’s will and was utterly unafraid of this so-called Three Altars Sea eting God before her.
"Vanguard, don’t rush. That was just a slight error in perception earlier."
After finishing, she pointed in another direction.
Lei Zhenzi: I hope you’re not lying to !
Following Yan Zhi’s indication, he turned his head and led a squad of Heavenly Soldiers charging in once more.
The Dream World was bizarre and kaleidoscopic, sotis magnifying one’s fear of certain objects to extres, other tis projecting an exaggerated obsession into the dream.
In the Dream Realm, one bubble was connected to another, and to go deeper, it required clearing one world at a ti, like a video ga.
The thods for clearing the worlds were incredibly varied, but Lei Zhenzi soon mastered the fastest way to pass: waking up the sleeping individuals.
How to wake them up? Of course, using a fist!
The approach was a bit crude, but surprisingly effective.
The army advanced rapidly, passing the outskirts of the Dream World and entering its central region.
Compared to the outside, the dreams here were no longer fleeting and amorphous; instead, they were tightly connected like a genuine miniature realm.
The Dream-eating Rhinoceros, a demon beast that fed on dreams, explained that starting from this point, the dreams no longer belonged to mortals but to immortals.
Immortals had robust Divine Souls, making them formidable opponents within their own dreams. Consequently, the Dream-eating Rhinoceros clan only dined on mortal nightmares along the edges.
Lei Zhenzi actually didn’t want to charge forward; this sounded like trouble he couldn’t handle.
Yet he was appointed as the trailblazing vanguard, leaving him no option to retreat.
Gritting his teeth, he pressed on and arrived at a yellow earth-colored world.
In the center, a giant dragon was coiled up and snoring away in deep sleep.
Lei Zhenzi stared at the yellow dragon, feeling it looked familiar, as though he’d seen it sowhere before.
After pondering for a while and failing to recall, he decided to use his usual thod: attack!
In this particular part of the Dream World, there was no room for hesitation. Lei Zhenzi picked up the Qiankun Ring, flew over, and struck the dragon’s head directly.
Clang!
The Qiankun Ring was an excellent magical treasure, but this yellow dragon wasn’t soone to be trifled with either.
Its head took a heavy hit, and the yellow dragon let out a long whistle. Its enormous dragon eyes turned toward Lei Zhenzi, but instead of imdiate retaliation, it displayed a very human-like puzzled expression.
Dragons’ facial features differed significantly from humans’, making it impossible for Lei Zhenzi to comprehend the yellow dragon’s expression. He simply assud the dragon was dim-witted, perhaps even dazed from sleep.
Without hesitation, he wielded the Qiankun Ring and aid straight for the dragon’s eyeball!
The Dragon Clan was known for their thick skin and strong defenses, but for any normal species, the eye was unquestionably a vulnerable spot.
The yellow dragon let out a painful cry, curling its body to shield its head. Suddenly, Lei Zhenzi heard a familiar voice echoing.
"Nephew, nephew! Stop your hand!"
Lei Zhenzi: ???
"Uncle Huang Long?"
The dragon’s body reversed its transformation, finally morphing into a Yellow Robe Daoist—Master Huang Long himself.
"Nephew, why are you in my dream?"
Lei Zhenzi hesitated briefly and then began singing: "Unbeatable hero~"
Huang Long: "???"
"Unbeatable hero~"
Lei Zhenzi signaled for Huang Long to continue the next verse.
Huang Long began to understand his nephew’s intentions.
After hesitating for a long ti, he finally continued: "Scars are the fire sparks of courage~"
"To soar toward even higher skies~"
This peculiar tune was sothing Lei Zhenzi had learned from his uncle Nezha. The lody was odd, but when he first heard it, the passion stirred within him, driving him to practice it repeatedly.
Having exchanged these street-style signals, Lei Zhenzi stored his magical treasure and perford a respectful greeting. "Greetings, Uncle Huang Long!"
Huang Long was left speechless. If it were any other immortal, they would have been furious after being struck twice like this. Nephew or grain—forbearance had its limits!
Unfortunately, Huang Long was genuinely a good-natured person. Though deeply annoyed, he refrained from retaliating against his nephew.
At this mont, he asked helplessly, "Nephew, why have you entered my dream realm?"
Lei Zhenzi was candid, explaining in detail the assault on the Demon World. He even extended an invitation for Master Huang Long to join their campaign.
Huang Long sighed but ultimately nodded in agreent. He believed that eliminating demons and defending the Dao was a duty no Daoist disciple could shirk.
After bidding farewell to Lei Zhenzi, he voluntarily dispelled the dream realm.
Huang Long woke up in his own cave dwelling and instinctively rubbed his eyes. The situation was absurd: he’d been struck unconscious in his own dream!
Such events in the Primordial Era were the pinnacle of absurdity—where absurdity itself invented new levels of absurdity!
Huang Long paced around twice, but he didn’t rush to find the Heavenly Army. Although he was straightforward, he wasn’t gullible; he needed to inquire about the situation in the Heavenly Court before taking further action.
...
Lei Zhenzi successfully cleared Huang Long’s dream realm, largely thanks to Huang Long’s honest nature. Otherwise, even without the dream’s augntations, defeating Lei Zhenzi would have been child’s play.
As the dream realms grew increasingly fantastical, Lei Zhenzi encountered challenges he couldn’t handle alone, forcing him to seek reinforcents from Hao Tian.
Hao Tian had been observing and analyzing the Dream World, but he remained clueless. If brute force were used, the chaotic bubble worlds would beco even ssier, jeopardizing their chances of locating the Demon World.
Additionally, Hao Tian had begun to think Lei Zhenzi was sowhat useless.
Whenever he tasked Nezha with a mission, the latter completed it swiftly and flawlessly. Lei Zhenzi, on the other hand, was dithering and indecisive—now even requesting assistance? How could two individuals of similar age be so vastly different?
Yet reality wouldn’t bend to Hao Tian’s will.
As the Dream World deepened, brute force beca increasingly impractical, and Hao Tian was compelled to deploy more soldiers. What he hoped would be a quick victory turned into a prolonged war of attrition.
He was starting to regret staying but found himself pinned to the situation, caught in a dilemma with no clear way forward or back.
anwhile, the Heavenly Court seed eerily empty, as though everyone had packed up and left.
Nezha, on the other hand, seized every mont to cultivate. Though he had boarded the ’last train,’ the gap between him and the senior immortals was colossal. He resorted to using the Mountain and River Map to create a small space and slow the flow of ti within for his training.
The price? His immortal materials were consud at an alarmingly rapid pace.
Simply put, it was akin to burning money.
There was no alternative; to catch up to the veteran immortals, Nezha had to pour in extraordinary effort and resources—whether he could bridge the gap remained uncertain.
While everyone was preoccupied with their own tasks, had the Primordial Era regained peace? Far from it!
Master Huang Long had exited his Mangu Cave to visit the Heavenly Court for information, only to encounter the Four Sea Dragon Kings.
Though Huang Long had endured countless beatings over the years, he was, at his core, a Divine Dragon of pure lineage. Standing before him, the Four Sea Dragon Kings were suprely deferential, hurriedly bowing and paying respects.
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