Western Desert, Tang clan's immortal formation space.
Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, his eyes closed as he rested and recuperated.
His mind swept over his own soul. His soul foundation, originally at the Ten Million Man Soul level, had now fallen to the Million Man Soul level, and only a little over one million at that.
"After braving the first scene in the dream realm, I still had more than nine million man souls remaining. Now that the second scene has passed, I only have a little over one million left. I was just a step away from falling to the Hundred Thousand Man Soul level."
Fang Yuan silently compared the difference between the two in his heart.
The second scene of the dream realm had been somewhat longer than the first, and the soul consumption had been even more severe.
Had it been an ordinary Gu Immortal with a slightly weaker soul foundation, they simply would not have been able to endure it. Forget one scene of the dream realm—even half a scene would have been impossible to pass.
All of this showed that the Heavenly Theft Dream Realm before Fang Yuan's eyes was extraordinarily difficult to explore. It had truly been hard on the Tang clan and Tang Fangming; after so many years of effort, they were like a newborn infant trying to gnaw through a massive rock as hard as iron.
"Yet Tang Fangming was still able to create so many Dream Dao Mortal Gu. It shows that he truly possesses talent and aptitude, and they are quite exceptional."
Fang Yuan thought of his past life. In his Five Hundred Years Past Life, Tang Fangming had created a Dream Dao Killer Move—Steal Dream.
Previously, Fang Yuan had believed that Shadow Sect had been fanning the flames behind the