Mysterious Dreamland

Chapter 7: Mysterious Dreamscape

The roaring sound of the waterfall poured down with the same intensity as always, but no wild beasts were present nearby anymore.

Since that day, most of the beasts in the vicinity had migrated far away. The reason was the majestic dragon's roar, which had filled them with deep fear. Dragons were the kings of all beasts, and the pressure emanating from their bloodline and souls made them uneasy, leading them to believe a king resided in that forest.

By the splashing pool, Old Ent sat by the water's edge, frowning as he quietly gazed at Chen Yun lying on the ground. He had maintained this posture for two days and two nights. He hadn't moved Chen Yun, nor had he cleaned the dirt off his body. Old Ent knew that Chen Yun, in his current state, could not be moved, as any slight disturbance could cause irreparable harm. He could only wait for Chen Yun to slowly awaken on his own.

Fortunately, over the past two days, Chen Yun's breathing had gradually stabilized, though he still hadn't woken up. This left Old Ent helpless, so he could only continue to watch over Chen Yun.

During these two days, Old Ent had been pondering a question: that dragon's roar. Why had he heard it, yet found nothing when he rushed back, not even a trace? Furthermore, Chen Yun bore no signs of being attacked. Could it be that the giant dragon had taken pity on Chen Yun?

Thinking this, Old Ent shook his head. He knew that dragons had harbored a dislike for humans since ancient times. Even with Old Ent's vast knowledge and intelligence, he couldn't figure it out.

Meanwhile, within the unconscious Chen Yun's soul, shocking scenes flashed by: a world filled with primordial energy, towering mountains piercing the clouds, a desolate landscape, and various fierce beasts roaming freely.

A group of peculiar humans, about two hundred in number, dressed in clothes woven from branches and leaves. They were peculiar because some had dragon horns on their heads and were covered in dragon scales, with a massive dragon tail dragging behind them. Others had a few phoenix feathers atop their heads and a pair of dazzling wings on their backs. Some had furry faces with a prominent "king" character on their foreheads. Others were entirely encased in thick, armor-like shells, with a high protrusion on their backs.

However, all these humans shared one common trait: they had human faces. Among them were old and young, strong men and beautiful women, all desperately fleeing in one direction.

Not far behind them was a large group of humans riding various fierce beasts, a dense, uncountable mass. These humans had strange, eerie green markings on their faces, which looked as if they had grown there naturally. All the markings converged at their brows, forming a hexagonal protrusion that glowed faintly at its tip. Their eyes were uniformly pure black, emitting a dark radiance that seemed capable of sucking one's soul into its depths.

They wore uniform black robes that flapped in the wind due to their high speed. Looking at the group ahead, each of them wore expressions of mockery, amusement, and bloodlust. The strange weapons in their hands, resembling both halberds and knives, hummed ominously.

Within a few minutes, perhaps an instant, the peculiar humans ahead were caught up. A swarm of black figures quickly surrounded them. The peculiar humans rapidly formed a battle formation, protecting the elderly and children within, while the strong men and women capable of fighting stood on the outside.

"Roar!" "Screech!" "Howl!" "Wail—" Immediately, dragon roars, phoenix cries, tiger growls, and turtle moans erupted. The two sides quickly engaged in a fierce battle. For a time, shouts of killing filled the air, flesh and blood flew, and the scene was horrific. Although the peculiar humans were individually powerful, each one a warrior capable of fighting ten enemies.

But the enemy was simply too numerous. Before long, nearly a hundred of their kin had fallen. Watching his kin fall one after another, a strong man about three to four meters tall, clad in azure dragon scales and appearing to be the leader, let out a sky-shattering roar filled with intense grief and desolation. Tears of blood streamed from his reddened eyes.

Chen Yun stared blankly at this scene, watching the peculiar humans die tragically one by one, their bodies even chopped into mincemeat. Hearing the leader's mournful roar, he couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow, as if he had lost his own family. If souls could shed tears, Chen Yun would have been weeping profusely at that moment.

"Roar—Roar—..." Tragic roars echoed through the heavens, shaking the very earth. The dim sky suddenly began to pour down heavy rain, as if the heavens themselves were weeping for them...

"Dad! Ah!" A childish scream rang out. A child, appearing to be about five or six years old, was brutally chopped to pieces by a strange, dark weapon.

"No—!" The strong man from before let out a roar of grief and indignation, watching his son's small body be torn apart in the air.

"Ah!—Why is this happening? Why! Is it truly the heavens that wish to destroy my tribe?" The man's indignant question echoed through the sky.

"Roar!" Suddenly, a mournful dragon's roar sounded from the distant horizon. Immediately, a streak of azure light shot towards them.

Upon hearing this dragon's roar, the peculiar humans on the side erupted in joy, their faces filled with excitement. "Old Ancestor! It's the Old Ancestor!" Cheers of surprise and delight erupted.

A gust of wind swept through, revealing a dragon about several hundred zhang long, its scales azure, with streams of liquid-like golden light flowing across its body. Its azure dragon horns emitted a chilling, eerie glow. It hovered in the air, its massive shadow casting down like an abyss, its boundless, wave-like dragon might shaking the very soul.

Hundreds of the black-robed figures collapsed and died on the spot. The others turned pale and coughed up blood uncontrollably. The Azure Dragon's massive eyes swept downwards. Seeing that more than half of its kin were gone, its eyes instantly blazed with a chilling, sorrowful light.

"Roar!" A clear dragon's roar, like the bitter cold of deep winter, enveloped the black-robed figures.

"Hmph!" A cold snort echoed from the clouds above, like the demonic voice of a god from the ninth heaven. Instantly, the oppressive might of the dragon's roar was shattered.

Chen Yun's soul was shaken by this cold snort, a violent tearing sensation spreading through him. His soul felt as if it were about to collapse. Suddenly, his consciousness went dark, followed by a dizzying sensation of spinning and falling...

"Hmph," a muffled groan sounded. Chen Yun struggled to open his eyes. At the same time, a gentle breeze swept past, and the first thing he saw was Old Ent's concerned, wrinkled face.

"Grand... Grandpa, I... what... what happened to me!" Chen Yun asked weakly. The cold snort from the dream seemed to have acted like a demonic claw on his soul. If he hadn't suddenly woken up, his soul might have dissipated in that dream. Thinking about it was terrifying. He was extremely weak now, finding it difficult even to speak.

Seeing that he had woken up, Old Ent let out a sigh of relief and smiled, saying, "It's good that you're awake. Rest well first. You'll know everything once you've recovered."

"Oh!" Chen Yun responded, then turned his head and fell asleep. Old Ent saw this and shook his head helplessly, a flicker of guilt flashing in his eyes. He sighed deeply, picked up Chen Yun, and walked towards the pool.