The Dream-Realm Heavenly Illusion Dao Soldiers scattered layer upon layer of dreamlike motes that made people drowsy without realizing it. Like butterfly dust, they dulled the soul's reactions until reality and dreams blurred together and up became down.
"Slay the demon!"
"Destroy the soul!"
The Dao Soldiers, whose collective aura stood at the mid-stage Heaven-Man level, roared.
Their faces were wooden and blank, yet they burned themselves with terrifying precision: their souls, their blood essence, every scrap of their magical power. Every last part of their bodies became fuel.
It was a horrifying sight.
Hundreds of thousands of Dao Soldiers, each treating his own life as nothing, burned himself away completely.
At last, all the Dream-Realm Heavenly Illusion Dao Soldiers vanished.
They became firewood, then ash. In their place remained only a vast, dazzling dreamscape that blotted out the sky—and a dangerous beam of five-colored divine light.
Xuan-Ming Soul-Devouring Divine Radiance!
It was one of the Heavenly Illusion Immortal Butterfly Clan's supreme inheritances.
Hundreds of thousands of elite Dao Soldiers, renowned across entire domains, had burned everything to create it. In an instant, its power surged beyond the peak Heaven-Man level, enough to make ninety-nine percent of the world's Heaven-Man experts feel their hair stand on end.
Within that world of drowsiness and sluggish souls, a dark beam of divine light slipped out of nowhere like a venomous snake and struck for the azure-robed youth's brow.
"Ordinary Dao Soldiers. Nothing remarkable."
The Great Sun Sword Heir glanced at the light.
He reached out with long, fair fingers and plucked a trembling, seven-colored gleam from the void. It struggled like a tiny snake, to no avail. He crushed it between his fingers, breaking it into countless motes of spiritual light as the formations, spells, and dream structures within it were rapidly