When Fang Yuan heard Ying Wuxie shout "Summon Soul into Dream," his heart jolted.
Summon Soul into Dream was a Dream Path Immortal-level killer move of terrifying power, exceedingly rare in this world. During the Battle of Righteous Heaven Mountain, Ying Wuxie's Summon Soul into Dream had forced the Tower Master of the Heaven Monitoring Tower to fall directly asleep, sinking deep into a dream with no way to break free.
Fang Yuan himself had been struck by this very move during the Battle of Righteous Heaven Mountain. Had it not been for the backup of Heavenly Will, he would undoubtedly have perished on the spot.
In the current era, Immortal Gu of the Dream Path were already extremely rare, let alone Dream Path killer moves.
A single technique could dominate all. Against Summon Soul into Dream, Gu Immortals had virtually no means of countering or defending against it.
Fang Yuan was no exception.
Though he possessed a Dream-Deciphering killer move, he also had a Supreme Immortal Physique. Facing Summon Soul into Dream, even a single instant of sinking into a dream could cost him his life on a battlefield where everything changed in the blink of an eye.
Fang Yuan immediately raised his dragon body high, retreating steadily.
As he fell back, another wave of doubt surged through his mind.
Back then, Ying Wuxie's Summon Soul into Dream had been so devastating because of the multitude of Immortal Gu fueling it, along with the amplification of the Eleventh Extreme Body.
How many Immortal Gu did Ying Wuxie currently have to compose Summon Soul into Dream?
Fang Yuan did not know the exact number, but he knew with certainty that Ying Wuxie's Strength Path Immortal Zombie Body would absolutely drag this move's power down by countless levels.
Fang Yuan swiftly put a vast distance between himself and Ying Wuxie's group, yet still he was not dragged into a dream.
"Could it be that Ying Wuxie was merely bluffing?"
This thought had barely risen in his mind when the scenery before his eyes abruptly shifted.
Five hundred years in his previous life. The Southern Border.
Qing Mao Mountain had already been destroyed by Bai Ningbing's self-detonation. Fang Yuan had joined a merchant caravan as a guard, earning Yuan Stones while cultivating.
The caravan had entered a certain valley when two groups of men suddenly charged out from ahead and behind.
"Kill!"
"Protect the merchandise!!"
The caravan was thrown into chaos. In an instant, the valley echoed with battle cries. On one side were Demonic Path bandits; on the other, the merchant caravan transporting goods.
A young Fang Yuan, mixed in among the caravan, clenched his teeth hard, panic flashing across his face from the sudden ambush.
……
"This is a dream. I've been pulled into a dream!"
The initial confusion upon entering the dream quickly faded. Once Fang Yuan understood what was happening, he immediately prepared to activate his Dream-Deciphering killer move.
But at that very moment, inexplicably, he was pulled out of the dream and returned to reality. His Sword Jiao dragon body was still lodged within the boundary wall.
"What's going on?" The instant this question arose in Fang Yuan's mind, his vision shifted once more.
He found himself dragged into the dream again.
Continuing from the previous scene.
In the valley, the Righteous and Demonic factions were locked in a fierce battle.
"That's strange—there shouldn't be any bandits hiding here." The young master of the caravan looked down from his elevated position in the center, puzzled.
The caravan's chief steward, while coordinating the defense, agreed: "Indeed. This trade route is an old, well-established road. Where this bandit group came from is beyond me—quite peculiar."
The young master snorted coldly. "The Demonic Path Gu Masters here are Second Transformation at most. Our defenses are solid as a fortress. There's nothing to fear."
"The young master speaks truly. We'll make sure these thieves never return," the chief steward said with a grim smile.
Just then, a rumbling roar came from above their heads.
The young master, the chief steward, and the others all looked up.
The moment they did, their faces drained of color.
Countless boulders were rolling down from the heights of the valley in a thunderous cascade. The caravan was positioned right at the base of the cliff, and the massive rocks tumbled down with a ferocity no less devastating than a Second Transformation Gu Master's attack.
On top of the cliff, layer upon layer of human silhouettes appeared. Though they were all mortals, their careful deployment and correct tactics allowed them to unleash combat power equivalent to a Second Transformation Gu Master!
"Quick—retreat! Retreat!" The young master's face turned snow-white in an instant.
"There's no time..." the chief steward wailed in despair.
Countless boulders crashed down upon the Gu Masters of the caravan. In moments, the casualties were catastrophic, and the Demonic Path side's morale soared.
……
"Damn it!" Fang Yuan jerked his head violently, wrenching himself free from the dream once more.