Only a few torches remained, stuck into the walls and giving off a dim yellow glow. Far from dispelling the gloom all around, their flickering flames only filled the place with an eerie, shifting sense of ghostly menace.
The dark, damp underground palace was now occupied by Old Demon Mie Lian alone.
His heart sank. The damage to his foundation was a minor concern for now; he had to find a way to wake up as soon as possible!
If he stayed in the Fallen Immortal's Dream Realm, death was his only way out.
Especially since this Fallen Immortal had already awakened part of his will.
"The person beside the Fallen Immortal Will should be that little Spirit Transformation cultivator from back then."
"He's held in high regard by the Fallen Immortal Will."
"The Fallen Immortal Will had no interest at all in the method I just mentioned. Most likely, that junior really does know some way to make its Main Body awaken ahead of time."
"Unless something unexpected happened, Yuan Changzhen, Luan Jiaoqing, Zuo Jingxing... and even Wenren Lingshe should all be in this Dream Realm now!"
"Right now, I have to get out of this Immortal Mother Hall first!"
Thinking this, Old Demon Mie Lian began to struggle with care, writhing with all his might as he cast his eyes about, searching for something that could cut the ropes.
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The Fallen Immortal's Dream Realm.
Baihua Mountain.
The rear mountain.
This was a royal garden, always guarded with the utmost vigilance. Anyone who approached without reason was to be put to death without exception.
As a result, few people ever came here.
At that moment, in a thicket on the rear mountain, Wenren Lingshe stood motionless on a lush patch of grass, her right hand still gripping the