The Dream Scripture, a slightly damaged sheet of scripture paper, hung in the void, shrouded in thick mist. It had once thrown its previous host's mind into chaos, turning the era twenty-seven epochs ago into an age of blood.
Why had the paper trembled? Because it had already launched its attack. The instant the mist appeared, it had struck, attacking its opponent's Primordial Spirit Domain.
One could guess from its name alone that it could manipulate a person's will. It was lethal, dragging people into an unreal world.
The scene was tranquil, yet moments ago, bloody dreams, the Supernatural Center fleeing... all kinds of gory images had manifested with lifelike reality, warping everyone's minds. It had launched dozens of fierce assaults, but the man opposite it remained immovable, as steady as a divine needle calming the sea.
As one of the "Six Annihilations Reborn" sacred artifacts, it surpassed the limits in every domain. Its awakened consciousness was extraordinarily keen, and it vaguely sensed that it was being restrained.
Suddenly, the Dream Scripture shot into the sky and let out a shrill scream. This was utterly different from how it dealt with others; the calm seas and gentle winds were gone.
Black blood dripped from the damaged paper, warping space-time. Its mental force field rose to its limit, and behind it appeared scenes from twenty-seven epochs ago: old Saints gone mad, drenched in blood, countless lingering shadows howling alongside it as they pounced forward to kill.
"Ah...!" Many people outside the arena clutched their heads and screamed, badly affected.
Several Other Shore beings responsible for maintaining order swiftly acted, moving the unrelated Supernatural Practitioners aside.
The expressions of many Supernatural Practitioners changed. The Mental World evolved by the Dream Scripture this time was too real; even from afar, they could feel