At that moment, in the Dream Realm.
The Oil Lamp, nearly burned out, flared to an uncanny brightness, stretching the shadows around it into ever darker, more vivid shapes.
As the flames flickered, the shadows of the household furnishings seemed to come alive, silently snarling, raging madly, and seething with fury, as if they meant to seize the Crimson Powder Bride and tear her to pieces!
In the center of the Earthen House, the Crimson Powder Bride stood with her bridal veil covering her face, her Wedding Dress still dazzlingly bright. Countless threads spread throughout the entire Earthen House. Yet the face beneath her veil was no longer calm and composed.
The endless battle had been going on for who knew how long. Under the assault of the many duplicates, the Crimson Powder Bride's aura had grown extremely chaotic.
By now, she knew what had gone wrong. This wasn't the real You Su Fen at all!
Not only were these duplicates fake, but the entire fief of "the Masses" was fake as well!
She was a subordinate of that taboo being, and could forcibly take control of most of the fiefs in You Su Fen, including the fief of "the Masses."
But now, she couldn't control a single thing in this Earthen House. She couldn't even leave!
"Creak."
Just then, the door opened once more, but this time, no new duplicate came in.
The instant the door opened, every Crimson Powder Bride in the room, duplicates and original alike, lost all their power.
The Crimson Powder Bride's heart leaped in alarm. In the next moment, a hand so enormous it seemed to blot out the sky reached in through the doorway. It first plucked a hemp rope from the wall, then picked up the Crimson Powder Bride's duplicates one by