Jieyin: My Mission Is Almost Complete!
Zhurong and Gonggong fought a great battle beside Mount Buzhou. The Ancestral Witch True Body was invisible, bathed in the Milky Way, and every move she made caused the entire mountain range to tremble slightly.
The powerful figures watching this were terrified, feeling that these two were about to take down Mount Buzhou.
It's an illusion, it must be an illusion.
Mount Buzhou is like the Ancestral Witch's biological father; it shouldn't be like this.
The millions of shamans, both large and small, across the land of the Witch Clan were all dumbfounded, yet dared not intervene in the fight.
Seeing that they were almost at Mount Buzhou, they could only console themselves.
In the eyes of the Witch Clan, Mount Buzhou is a symbol of the Father God Pangu, and the Ancestral Witch are the ones who respect the Father God the most.
Therefore, they should know in their hearts that they will not harm Mount Buzhou.
At this moment, all Three Pure Ones were solemn, watching the battle between the Ancestral Witch, and sensed something unusual.
Something's not right, something's definitely not right!
What are Zhurong and Gonggong up to? They don't seem to have good intentions.
Soon, a scene that horrified them unfolded: Gonggong, suddenly stumbled and crashed into Mount Buzhou with a ferocious momentum that shook the heavens and the earth.
"If we really crash into Mount Buzhou, wouldn't that be..."
The Three Pure Ones felt a chill run down their spines and abruptly stood up. All the powerful figures present also widened their eyes and gasped, sensing that something terrible was about to happen.
Mount Buzhou is the pillar of heaven. If it were to be destroyed, the consequences would be unimaginable. With the sky collapsing, there would be unimaginable and terrible consequences.
"Mission accomplished!" The Jieyin chuckled, preparing to pack up and leave. It was that simple, just a small favor.
The next moment, the smile on his face froze.
A miraculous scene unfolded: Gonggong, who was crashing into Mount Buzhou, suddenly slid and stopped his out-of-control body with a thud. Then, he moved away as lightly as a swallow, running far away.
"This..." Jieyin's face was blank, his eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty.
"Senior brother, what happened?" Zhun Ti asked in bewilderment and surprise. He was about to cheer and applaud, but Gonggong stopped crashing at the crucial moment.
Damn it, why didn't you just crash into it?
Jieyin was solemn, and he did not respond. His gaze became extremely terrifying as he attempted to manipulate the dream, instructing Gonggong to unleash a barrage of attacks on Mount Buzhou.
"Impossible, why didn't it work?"
After his attempts failed, he blurted out, his face turning grim.
At that moment, a strange fluctuation suddenly enveloped Mount Sumeru.
In an instant, Jieyin Zhun Ti's expressions changed drastically.
"What a petty scoundrel!?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jieyin felt everything in front of him distorting, as if he were in a strange space.
"The Dream Dao!"
His eyes widened in shock; he had actually encountered someone who, like himself, possessed an extremely profound mastery of dream manipulation techniques.
"Who are you, fellow Daoist? Please show yourself!"
Jieyin shouted in a deep voice, his Daoist voice resounding throughout the Primordial World. This was a dream he had created, and now an outsider had invaded it; it was all too sudden.
This statement received no response.
"Senior brother! Be careful!" Zhun Ti's expression suddenly turned ferocious Zhun Ti. He was being influenced and controlled by the dream, but he still had his own will.
The moment they let their guard down, they were taken advantage of.
"You bastard! Do you think I'm afraid of you?!" Jieyin furious. He had tried to reason with him, but the newcomer showed no respect whatsoever and even attacked his junior brother.
This shows they don't take him seriously at all!
Jieyin raised his hand and pointed, a beam of light entering Zhun Ti's brow, intending to turn his mind into a battlefield.
"Senior brother, you..."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it!"
Jieyin's expression turned solemn, and he became serious. The intruder's dream manipulation technique was very powerful, but Jieyin believed that he was still superior.
In the entire Primordial World, there are only a handful of people at the same level, so there's no reason for anyone to surpass him in the Path of Dreams.
In an instant, Zhun Ti's mind became a battlefield, as vast and boundless as the universe.
Realms are born and they perish; a dream lasts for eternity.
Jieyin the method of enlightenment in his dream and instantly the Primordial World vanished into nothingness. This was the Primordial World he had replicated, and everything was under his control.
He wanted to erase the wisp of spiritual power hiding in his dreams.
At the same time, Ling Xiao also used the Great Dream Heart Sutra to create dreams within dreams, blurring the lines between reality and illusion, transforming himself into the supreme Dream Creator.
He can do whatever he wants in his dream, because it is a dream he created.
Jieyin's expression changed slightly. In the dream he was in, a large "Dream" character appeared, evolved from Daoist script, embodying the profound mysteries of the ultimate principles of heaven and earth!
Instantly, a raging tide appeared in the world, and a layer of mist immediately rose in the Primordial World and even in Zhun Ti's mind, making it extremely hazy, as if he had fallen into a dream, and all the magic power in his body could not be circulated smoothly.
"What kind of supernatural power is this?"
Jieyin's eyes widened in shock. All around him was mist; the Primordial World he had transformed into had become Chaos, and he could not see through it.
At this moment, Jieyin realized that the dream technique possessed by the newcomer was no less advanced than his own.
An expert's skill is immediately apparent; he is an expert in this field and naturally understands its power.
No one answered.
Yet, there were strange and eerie sounds of Daoism that made people feel drowsy. Jieyin and Zhun Ti felt the divinity within their bodies slow down.
"Pretending!" Jieyin roared angrily, and bubbles flew out from all around, like Flower of the Great Dao blooming, and terrifying beings emerged, ready to shatter all dreams.
This is a contest of wills, a grand method of restoring spirit with matter, controlling matter with spirit, uniting will with heaven and earth, and evolving heaven and earth with will.
That's the Dream Dao —a blend of illusion and reality, where the false becomes the true.
A great dream begins, a dream that lasts for eternity. Life is like autumn's chill, the world is unpredictable, and in the blink of an eye, it seems as if billions of years have passed.
They fought in Zhun Ti's mind, which became the main battlefield.
Within the layers of dreams, the attacks are both real and fake; some are illusory, and some are real.
With a thought, countless worlds evolve, creating three thousand dream realms. The battles in dreams are a clash of spiritual power and will.
"Boom..."
Finally, a point of origin exploded, a burst of spiritual light erupting from nothingness.
"Ah!"
Zhun Ti a long roar, Zhunti's head exploded, Jieyin Jieyin's face with blood, and the main battlefield was completely destroyed.
Jieyin was stunned for a moment, then let out an angry roar, and his junior brother's head was smashed to pieces, which also meant that he had fallen into a disadvantageous position.
"You wicked creature! Who are you?!"
As soon as the words fell, an immense will descended, vast and boundless, enveloping the entire world.
The Jieyin's gaze shifted, and a fierce confrontation ensued.
"No one, no matter who, can stop my plan!"
He roared inwardly, his gaze fixed on Mount Buzhou. If he could just bewitch the Ancestral Witch General Mount Buzhou to collapse at this moment, he would ultimately be victorious, and his goal would be achieved!
With this in mind, Jieyin began to weave a dream to confuse Gonggong crash into Mount Buzhou.