In the blink of an eye, a flash of sword light swept past, and something's head hit the ground.
Tie Shugu did not know what that "thing" was.
But he was certain of one thing: a "thing" whose head could be lopped off with a single sword strike could never possibly be Barbarian God.
Barbarian God was Barbarian God precisely because its divine might was illustrious, its power peerless, and it was deathless and imperishable.
How could something whose head was cut off in one stroke be a Barbarian God?
Could there truly be an existence in this world capable of cutting off Barbarian God's head with one sword?
Even Tie Shugu found the thought absurd.
Yet though he thought so, his body still trembled violently. He lowered his head to the floor, squeezed his eyes shut, and did not dare look up.
He was having a nightmare.
In reality, he was a Shugu chieftain, a revered Golden Core cultivator.
But in this inexplicable dream, upon the Divine Path, he was merely a frail, pitiful, helpless "Golden Core."
A moment later, scorching heat spread through the surroundings. It seemed someone had unleashed a divine art, manifesting a sea of flames to burn and refine something.
Then Tie Shugu heard the sound of someone "inhaling" again.
The immense Thought Power saturating the area seemed to have been completely sucked into the mouth of some terrifying "monster."
That single inhale even seemed poised to suck away his very soul.
Terror filled Tie Shugu's heart. He curled into a ball, wishing he could bury himself underground.
Fortunately, the terror did not last long.
The master of the dream died, was "eaten," and the dream shattered with it.
Everything began to fade. The scenery warped, like a vortex formed from the mingling of illusion