Chapter 241: Time to Eat

Chapter 241 -159: Time to Eat

“Something’s not right. This Barrier is a bit too weak.”

Lu Changyuan pushed the door open. As the one who created it, he felt the Barrier was ridiculously useless.

The difficulty of drawing a door is directly proportional to the Barrier’s strength. Lu Changyuan hadn’t used much effort to open a door here, which was proof enough that the Dream Demon’s Barrier had already grown quite weak.

It was as if it had fallen into disrepair over many years.

This was strange. Whether it was the Nine Gates and Twelve Palaces or the Demon Race, they all placed great importance on the Arrays protecting the places where their people lived. Yet these Dream Demons did the exact opposite.

After Lu Changyuan and Su Youwan stepped through the door, the scene inside was quite unexpected.

Within a vast blue ocean, countless bubbles floated in the air. Inside each bubble, light and shadow flowed, reflecting innumerable different scenes.

These were the dreams the Dream Demons had collected from the Ten Thousand Races of the world. Ordinarily, they lived within these dreams.

But these dreams were not arranged randomly. Instead, they were neatly ordered into vast corridors, stretching toward the horizon.

Strange. The Dream Sea was also far too quiet.

Even if the Dream Demons were in their dreams, there shouldn’t be complete silence.

Lu Changyuan reached out and touched one of the dreams. After investigating, he found it completely empty. “There are no Dream Demons in this dream.”

Su Youwan also reached out to touch a bubble.

Before long, the two had inspected more than ten dreams, only to discover that it wasn’t just the first one—none of the dreams here contained any Dream Demons.

‘Perhaps it’s because these are the dreams on the periphery?’

“Let’s look deeper inside.”

As they walked further down the corridor of bubbles, more and more dream-bubbles appeared. Along the way, they even came across several bubbles that were many times larger than the average ones.

Su Youwan stopped in her tracks.

“Young Master Lu… this is a dream of my Dynasty.”

The young woman pointed to a large bubble.

Lu Changyuan turned his head and saw that the scene inside the bubble was the Upper Jade Capital of the Glazed Dynasty. Through the membrane, he could even make out every brick and tile of the Upper Jade Capital.

This was no longer the dream of a single Cultivator.

Instead, the Dream Demons had collected the dreams of many mortals from the Glazed Dynasty and combined them into this one large bubble.

‘If the Dream Demons collect the dreams of Cultivators for their own cultivation, then what’s the point of collecting the dreams of mortals?’

Moreover, seeing how perfectly the scenery inside the bubble was manifested, the Dream Demons had likely been collecting dreams from the Glazed Dynasty for more than just a day or two.

Lu Changyuan pointed into the distance. “That one is a dream of Great Wei. I see Chang’an.”

In truth, he saw not only Chang’an, but also that small town.

Instinct told Lu Changyuan that something was wrong.

Whether it was the absence of the Dream Demons from the Dream Sea or their collection of mortal dreams, they were definitely plotting something.

‘What could they be plotting?’

‘The Human Race is at its peak now. What kind of trouble could the Dream Demons possibly stir up?’

Lu Changyuan frowned, a sense of instinctual unease washing over him, as if something was about to happen.

He remembered the words he had seen in his vision before.

The Dream Demon had once attempted Possession on Su Minghan to get Broken Thought, but ultimately failed to obtain it. This naturally led to another question.

What did the Dream Demon want with Broken Thought?

“Let’s go in and see.”

“Go in and see?”

“If we want to know what the Dream Demons are really up to, going inside is the most direct way to find out.”

Lu Changyuan grabbed Su Youwan’s hand.

Su Youwan didn’t resist, simply letting a small smile play on her lips as she looked at their joined hands.

After all, once they had become intimate, there were far fewer reservations between them.

This was the Silver-haired Maiden’s goal.

To slowly erode the boundaries in their relationship, until it became a habit. Habit is the most terrifying thing in this world; once you get used to something, you can’t leave it behind.

Together, the two of them leaped into the dream belonging to the “Glazed Dynasty”.

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Lu Changyuan opened his eyes.

Coming right at him was a massive beam of sword light.

It was A Sword from the West.

?

‘Who dares to draw a sword on me, and using my own technique at that?’

Lu Changyuan raised Broken Thought and met the attack head-on, only to find he was completely unable to resist it.

‘So powerful! Who in the world is this?!’

He looked closely. The person was dressed in a Profound Robe, with black hair and black eyes. Their face was unclear, but their sword-like eyes were filled with sorrow.

Lu Changyuan was floored.

‘Why is my past self fighting my present self?’

The person opposite him was clearly the Chang’an Daoist from over a thousand years ago, back when he was still walking the path of the Red Dust… at this point, he should have been called the Right Guardian of the Sun and Moon Palace.

‘Then who am I?’

‘Have I become Su Wuxiang?!’

The Right Guardian struck again. The sword light exploded across the Celestial Vault, and the suspended rain began to drizzle down.

Lu Changyuan could tell that his opponent was holding back, carefully avoiding any harm to the buildings and people of the Glazed Dynasty. That was why, even after fighting for this long, Upper Jade Capital hadn’t sustained much damage.

‘I was a pretty decent guy, huh?’

KABENG!

The two swords met, and as expected, Lu Changyuan was sent flying back by the Right Guardian’s strike.

Another beam of sword light struck Lu Changyuan with pinpoint accuracy.

With a loud BANG, the Iron Sword was nearly knocked from Lu Changyuan’s grasp. He shot backward like an arrow loosed from a bow, crashing through seven or eight thick palace walls before plowing a deep trench in the ground.

Loose stones pattered down, mixing with the rain to plaster Lu Changyuan’s face.

Lu Changyuan coughed, lying in the rubble, feeling the tingling itch and sharp pain of his bones slowly mending.

‘Was I this strong in the past?’

‘My Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique wasn’t even fully formed back then, right? How is he this hard to fight?!’

The figure in the Profound Robe shadowed him like a ghost, breaking through the misty rain. His sword’s momentum was terrifying, a watertight assault like the celestial river pouring down from above.

Lu Changyuan was like a nail being hammered again and again—each time he struggled to his feet, he was blasted back into the ground by an even heavier Power Dao.