Ye Qiyan connected Wandering Hell to the Imaginary Number Space.
He trapped Mo Wusi inside.
Heinz had been right.
This use of Dreamweaving had indeed woven only him.
But what truly supplied Ye Qiyan with power went far beyond that.
All nineteen items on the Wall of Records were supplying Ye Qiyan with power.
He used his own past, using that wall recorded among his enemies to supply himself with an endless stream of power.
Of course the dream would end.
But before this dream ended, Mo Wusi discovered to its delight that it could no longer break through Ye Qiyan's Astral Sacred Crest!
In terms of raw stats, Ye Qiyan had actually transcended the brief span of two Wasteland Years! He had reached a level nearly equal to its own!
Deep blue flames of light enveloped Ye Qiyan's body!
He held a gun in one hand and a sword in the other.
[Gunblade Dance]
Mental energy and stamina-there was no need to care how much he consumed.
Sword Dao and marksmanship cycled endlessly.
Moonlight and blazing sun illuminated reality and illusion.
[Dimensional Strangulation] [Hollow Point] [Gluttony] [Typhon] [Raven Twin Evils] [Red Tears]...
Every attack Ye Qiyan made struck Mo Wusi's true body.
Even when it split off a mass of illusory doubles all at once.
He could still locate its true body.
There was only one reason.
He had placed a Justice Mark on the claw it had discarded.
An illusory yet real judgment court rose from the ground.
All manner of punishments assailed Mo Wusi's body.
Its life was draining away.
Everything it had was being stripped away by judgment.
But it was Mo Wusi. It did not stop. Even after sensing that Ye Qiyan truly possessed the ability to kill it for good, it began resisting with