The next day, noon.
Within the Yinhun black cloud, which had traveled another hundred-odd li through the night.
The Renzi Camp Dao Soldiers were no longer as muddled and sluggish as when they had first awakened last night.
Though they were still somewhat dazed, they had recovered seventy to eighty percent.
Before Xuan Yuan Hall.
Chen Mu lay in a rocking chair, watching the distant Dao Soldiers.
"That winged little man wasn't lying. The Mili Dreamscape really does erode Spirit Gods."
Chen Mu turned to look toward a corner.
The four hundred seventy-nine Dao Soldiers who had died in last night's upheaval all lay there beneath white sheets.
Some had been killed in sneak attacks by that winged little man, while others had died directly from the Mili Dreamscape's erosion.
"Then... why wasn't I assimilated?"
Chen Mu frowned in confusion.
Last night in the Mili Dreamscape, not only had he suffered no harm, he had instead felt exceptionally energized.
At the time, he had thought it was a method of dreamscape erosion. But compared to what the other Dao Soldiers had experienced, he immediately realized that was not the case.
Was it because of the Jade Cicada Dao Foundation?
Chen Mu fell into thought.
Thinking back carefully, it had also been the operation of the Jade Cicada Dao Foundation that had drawn that mysterious gaze.
In the end, he had successfully escaped the dreamscape at the cost of Jade Cicada Qi Mechanism.
Before, he had only felt that the Jade Cicada Dao Foundation contained a trace of Mili Heaven's divine-demonic intent.
But now that he considered it, the Mili divine-demonic intent contained within the Dao Foundation was probably far more than just a little.
"Could Meng Qingchan have set me up?" Chen Mu's brow furrowed even tighter.
He examined the