The Zeng Family estate, the once-grand Sky-Gazing Pavilion and the surrounding area had already been reduced to ruins.
Above the broken walls and shattered ruins, Zeng Jianguo hovered in silence, his golden hair streaming in the wind, his bearing ethereal and otherworldly.
At that moment, he held his right hand out as if grasping empty air. In his palm, a small purple-black mirror trembled restlessly, as though it had come alive.
Staring at the purple-black mist continuously swirling across the mirror's surface, Zeng Jianguo's expression was dark enough to drip water, and fury roiled in his azure eyes.
His five fingers suddenly tightened. A vast, invisible force contracted inward, suppressing all the purple-black radiance.
"Great Dream! However revered a god you are, why make things difficult for a few juniors?"
"How about this? I'll give you the Sky-Gazing Mirror, and you release everyone?"
Suppressing his sky-seething fury, he patiently tried to negotiate.
The "Great Dream" he spoke of was precisely the supreme existence worshiped by the Great Dream Cult—the Great Dream Bodhisattva.
However, the small mirror gave no response. It continued trembling faintly, radiating a sinister, icy fluctuation.
As though mocking him, or perhaps disdaining him.
Zeng Jianguo's expression grew increasingly solemn. His aura surged around him, pressing the void until it warped faintly.
Crack—!
Suddenly, a disheveled figure shot skyward from a ruin below.
Five figures followed behind him in a line, drawn along by his power as they flew out together. They were the physical bodies of Li Wei and the other four.
By then, Zeng Aijia's exquisite, broad Daoist robe had become a mess of tattered cloth. He was covered in dust, with a trace of golden blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Yet under his all-out protection, the physical bodies of Li Wei