Guan Wuji had lost count of how many times he had awakened. These days, he had been trapped between slumber and wakefulness, unable to break free. This awakening did not last long either. Before long, he fell unconscious once more.
In that muddled haze, his soul kept trapping his consciousness in the final scene before he had passed out, replaying it over and over.
For an Integrated Body Realm Cultivator, dreaming was far from a good omen. More often than not, it meant he had lost absolute control over his own soul, could no longer command his immense capacity for thought, and that his dharma body was unstable.
Guan Wuji seemed to be facing Holy Emperor once again.
Holy Emperor's expression was calm, as though the one before him was not an Integrated Body Realm Cultivator at all, but merely an ordinary mortal. He said, "That old friend of mine only wants your realm, not your spiritual power. Perfect. I'll temporarily take this spiritual power of yours... Consider it the taxes for my protection of Wuji Tianzong over these past several thousand years, shall we?"
Though he spoke as if discussing the matter, Guan Wuji could tell that the man across from him had no intention whatsoever of negotiating.
Nor did he have any room to refuse.
At that moment, Guan Wuji suddenly understood. Holy Emperor's towering, prosperous-obey-and-adversity-perish dominance, as mighty as the heavenly dao itself, had ultimately cowed his spirit. To keep his own momentum from being stripped away, he threw back his head and roared in fury. The wild roar boomed like thunder. A mouthful of vital essence that had long been held in his throat drove that cry straight into the heavens, truly making the entire Forbidden City Phoenix Tomb tremble faintly. Even the ground reinforced by