Soon, Lu Yin saw Meng Fuzi's memories of the Dream Heart Sutra. He also learned that decades ago, after Meng Zhuang entered the Fifth Continent, it had gone after Young Master Sleep. Young Master Sleep had quite a reputation in the Fifth Continent and practiced the same Dream Heart Sutra, so Meng Zhuang had naturally sought him out.
Meng Zhuang had hunted Young Master Sleep, but before long, someone discovered what it was doing, and it didn't dare make another move. Whatever else he was, Young Master Sleep was a person of the Fifth Continent. If Meng Zhuang wanted to kill someone from the Fifth Continent and Lu Yin found out, the consequences would be dire. In the end, the matter had been dropped.
However, the Dream Heart Sutra Young Master Sleep practiced had originally come from Meng Zhuang. It had fallen into the Fifth Continent during the war between the Sixth and Fifth Continents.
After that, Meng Zhuang had never gone after Young Master Sleep again. It had kept a low profile ever since.
Lu Yin swept past Meng Fuzi and stood still, lost in thought. The Dream Heart Sutra wasn't particularly powerful; it was simply unusual, allowing one to kill people in their dreams.
But the technique could also let him enter dreams. That was all Lu Yin needed. Dreams could be real or illusory, and the deeper one entered a dream, the more likely one was to find Meng Sang. Meng Sang's own ability to enter dreams had to be the deepest of all.
The Dream Heart Sutra as it stood certainly wouldn't be enough. He would have to deduce and refine it.
Nearby, Meng Fuzi was apprehensive. He had no idea why Lu Yin had come to Meng Zhuang. Could it be that Lu Yin had