As the Face Tree's roots spread, countless spores invisible to the naked eye multiplied. Anyone else would likely have found their entire dream overgrown with mold, transformed into something like that damp, gloomy cavern in Zhao Wuyan's mind.
Yet none of this had any effect on Li Ling. The boundary of his mind was as though forged from gold; his inherent spiritual standing and qualities alone resisted this invisible corrosion.
He had yet to employ his Teaweed Incense, and he had not summoned any helpers either.
But what was coming would come sooner or later.
As Li Ling circulated his Dharma Power, the figure of a graceful noblewoman appeared, dressed in crimson palace robes, her face stunningly beautiful.
"Myriad Wonders Incense Transformation, Teaweed Incense!"
She floated in the air and lightly swept her hand, releasing a cloud of white smoke.
Amid the rich fragrance, a mist that seemed both illusory and real spread outward.
Then a refined young Daoist in dark blue robes appeared. Golden, amber-like wisps drifted about him as the Spirit-Communing Incense's essence dispersed like warm sunlight.
At the same time, the lovely Cold Beauty quietly appeared with an umbrella in her hand. She opened the paper treasure as though raising a stretch of sky; dome-wall Dao patterns intersected and restrictions floated within it, filled with mysterious, intricate designs.
With three consecutive summons, all three Incense Deities manifested in this dream world.
Compared with reality, they seemed even more real. Their already vivid forms became increasingly lifelike, truly resembling one breath transforming into the Three Pure Ones, summoning three fellow Daoists to aid him in battle.
As the Teaweed Incense, Spirit-Communing Incense, and evil-repelling incense spread, the entire dream space filled with intoxicating fragrance. Righteous energy swept ruthlessly through it like a bitterly cold wind, clearing away all