Replacement

"Something feels off..."

Old Monster Meng Die frowned and turned over the head in his hand, making himself look into the eyes of that young Spirit Transformation cultivator who had died with his eyes still open.

Under the erosion of his Dream Butterfly technique, the other party's Primordial Spirit, thoughts, consciousness, and even true spirit had been utterly devoured by him. Even now, he could not help but feel that his Primordial Spirit was immensely full, almost uncomfortably stuffed.

After all, this dream-devouring ability swallowed not only the other party's dreams, but also their memories, experience, power, and everything else!

This was the mighty power of the Dao of Dreams. Though he was not one who exclusively pursued this path, he had once relied on it to slay Spirit Transformation cultivators from the Outer Domain and Primordial Spirit Devil Masters.

Had the price of this path not been so immense, drastically reducing his lifespan while planting all kinds of hidden dangers, and had the Nanhua Dream Sect not gone missing, perhaps he could have attained the position of Heavenly Lord despite not being a cultivator of the immortal sects!

"Perhaps I am simply overthinking it? After all, most people in this era cultivate the Dao of Spiritual Energy. No matter how gifted he may be, within dreams' home ground, he could not possibly be this old man's opponent."

"Let alone the fact that the Twelve Heavens Divine Fiend Great Formation itself had already suppressed his power. With one side waning and the other waxing, his defeat and death were hardly impossible."

"And his resistance was exceedingly fierce. It forced this old man to undergo a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation within the dream, using the Mystery of the Womb again and again to muddle his true spirit's awareness, then killing him