Nightmare Abyss Appears, Crimson Abyss Falls
Before nightfall, the sky above the territory of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan suddenly fell into an eerie darkness.
Without wind, a thousand souls wailed.
The entire mountain range was shrouded in a dreamlike light, as if dyed with a layer of blood mist. In the sky, an invisible Dream Abyss appeared, slowly rotating in the void not far away, scattering streaks of soul abyss rifts.
"They've arrived." Above the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan's grand formation, Sect Master Yuan Hecang, clad in a crimson-gold battle robe, his long hair flowing, and crimson flames flickering in his eyes, gazed at the horizon and murmured:
"The Dream Master, Yanyuan Caimeng... has finally arrived."
Before the words were even finished, the earth trembled.
A Black Abyss battle banner, obscuring the sky, emerged from the void. The banner was woven with soul threads and dream eyes bloomed, revealing a legion that was a unity of soul and dream— the Nightmare Abyss Immortal Ancient Army's personal guard Nightmare Abyss Army!
Millions of Dream Soul Warriors slowly entered the Spirit Firmament, their steps perfectly synchronized, like a living dream domain pressing in.
Before the dream mist even landed, a chillingly clear soul voice pierced through heaven and earth.
"From this day forward, the Crimson Abyss Clan will no longer be allowed to awaken from their dreams."
Yanyuan Caimeng.
At this moment, all the elders and disciples of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan gathered at the center of the sect's domain. Ten ancient formations floated in the air, intertwining to form chains of soul flames. An extremely ancient crimson-gold soul power spread out, revealing itself to be the sect-protecting array inscribed by the ancestral souls of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan throughout history.
The Ten-Domain Flame-Sealing Diagram.
Each elder guards a region, and each disciple infuses their soul into the array, their fighting spirit scorching the heavens.
"Once this formation is activated, there will be no one who dies or is destroyed!"
Yuan Hecang raised his arms and shouted, and the battle spirit of the entire Crimson Abyss Divine Clan ignited, rising like ten thousand streams of crimson flames and crashing into the Dream Abyss in the sky.
Boom--!
The first wave of impact is coming!
The Nightmare Abyss Army launched its attack silently, unleashing a torrent of black dream blades that crashed down like a tidal wave, piercing the Ten Domains Diagram and unleashing a dream-soul-shattering surge.
However, the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan were prepared!
At the intersection of the ten domains, a massive soul flame barrier ignited, withstanding three full rounds of impact! In an instant, dream mist swirled and soul light blazed brightly!
Elder Yuan Chen roared, "Without setting foot on an inch of my Flame Realm, the Nightmare Abyss Dream will never set foot here!"
Boom boom boom!
The clash between dream and flame ignites the entire night sky!
High in the distance, a man clad in a seven-foot-long dream robe, with dark, mysterious eyes and an aura as enigmatic as the shadow of an abyss, stood silently. He made no move, but simply observed everything quietly.
The Yanyuan Caimeng has yet to be disturbed.
But a slight smile played on his lips, as if everything was under his control in his dream.
The Ten-Domain Flame-Sealing Diagram hung firmly above the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan, its soul flames intertwined, illuminating the sky like daytime. Yet, the dream mist did not dissipate; instead, it grew even more heavy.
The moment the dream tide receded, a long howl of nightmare souls suddenly erupted from the front of the Nightmare Abyss Army!
Boom--!!
The Nightmare Soul Battle Banner standing in the void on the horizon suddenly fell down, like a dream of divine punishment crashing down on the Ten Domains Soul Map. In an instant, the entire dream mist transformed into millions of black soul blades, frantically slicing towards the core of the Sealing Flame Array!
"Disciples guarding the formation, suppress the Dream Suppression at the heart of the formation with all your might!" Yuan Xuanfeng, the vice Crimson Abyss Divine Clan, roared. He leaped into the air, transforming into a crimson soul dragon that charged into the heart of the formation, forcibly sealing the Ten Domains Chain!
The pressure from the dream didn't subside; instead, it intensified!
The soul flames flickered within the Nightmare Banner, as if thousands of souls were whispering simultaneously. Each wisp of sound seemed to lure one into an endless nightmare.
"Dreams come silently, dreams vanish Wuhen — the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan have not fallen into dreams for far too long."
The dreamlike voice rang out again, desolate and low.
At that very moment, from behind the Nightmare Abyss Army, more than ten Nightmare Envoys stepped out in unison. Their soul power did not belong to the Realm Lord Realm, but they formed a strange Nightmare Soul Grinding Formation!
"It's the Nightmare Soul Grinding Formation! We can't let them infiltrate the edge of the array!" Yuan Hecang's expression darkened as he saw through the mystery.
Once this formation comes into contact with the core of the soul domain, it will shatter the soul root like a winch, causing the cultivator's consciousness to be lost and their soul to collapse. No matter how strong the defense is, it will be completely defeated!
"I'll stop them!" Yuan Xuanfeng roared, channeling his soul power into the Crimson Flame Spear, which he then thrust into the dream mist, colliding directly with the dozen or so Nightmare Envoys!
Bang bang bang!!
Space exploded, and soul energy was distorted!
At the same time, the five elders of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan all summoned their Fate Soul weapons to guard the formation. The disciples gritted their teeth and poured their soul energy into the sealing flame patterns, pushing the defensive soul wheel of the formation to its Limit!
But the pressure from the dream continues to spread!
"This Nightmare Abyss Army... is stronger than we expected." Yuan Hecang's voice was deep, his eyes burning with the fury of blood and soul.
High in the sky, Yanyuan Caimeng remained standing still. With a slight lift of his finger, a wisp of black dream fire flicked and turned into a gray line that fell into the battle flag.
In an instant, the Nightmare Soul Banner transformed into a thousand-foot-long beam of soul light and slashed down fiercely!
"Elders—form the formation and switch to offense!!" Yuan Hecang roared decisively, forcefully redirecting the power of the Sealing Flame Diagram to counter offense with offense!
The ten domains' soul flames intertwined and transformed into a crimson wheel of burning dreams, forcefully clashing against the descending soul beam!
Rumble--!!
The heavens and earth trembled violently as the Dream Flame and Soul Flame clashed, tearing apart a vacuum-like Soul Silence Realm in mid-air!
The military situation on both sides was briefly at a standstill, but an even more intense outbreak was already imminent.
In the Soul Silence space, the Dream Flame slashed horizontally, Ten-Domain Flame-Sealing Diagram trembled violently as it clashed with the Nightmare Soul Battle Banner, almost collapsing.
"Quickly, stabilize the fourth domain soul pillar! We can't let the dream fire corrode into the array's root!" Yuan Xuanfeng roared, his soul energy burning to its Ultimate. He forcibly used his own soul to block the incoming soul light shockwave, but his arm instantly cracked, flesh and soul threads flew everywhere, and blood stained the air red.
"Vice Sect Master!"
Several disciples guarding the formation cried out in alarm, but before they could intervene, a pitch-black soul figure silently emerged from the dream flames and headed straight for the center of the formation!
"It's the Nightmare Abyss Army's 'Dream Eater'! Stop him!"
It's too late.
In the instant they reacted, the soul shadow had already passed through the corner of the second domain of the Flame Sealing Diagram, and with its right hand it swung out a long sword that resembled a phantom, instantly severing a Flame Sealing Array pillar like half a Nightmare Crack!
"Bang!!"
The Soul Pillar shattered, the Second Domain suddenly became unstable, and a large amount of crimson flames surged back, instantly tearing open a terrifying soul rift within the Flame Sealing Diagram.
"The second domain has fallen!" the array disciples exclaimed in unison.
This crack was like a gaping maw, and the dream fire and nightmare mist poured in!
The Nightmare Abyss Army surged in like a tide, marching in perfect unison. The vanguard soldiers, wielding dream spears and dangling nightmare chains, silently approached the edge of the Third Domain without making a sound; only the void seemed to weep.
"Realm-Sealing Dream-Killing Art... This is no longer a simple weapon! This is a soul trap within the Dream Path!" A pale-faced old man from the Crimson Abyss roared hoarsely.
"Send a message to the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan, the sect master of the Yuan Jin Abyss Clan! Ask him to come out of seclusion immediately to meet the enemy!" Yuan Hecang no longer hesitated, suddenly biting his tongue and sending a blood seal soaring into the sky, transforming into a crimson light that pierced into the depths of the clan's gate.
At the same time, the disciples of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan began to show symptoms of soul nightmare.
"Sect Master, save me--! My soul--- What happened to my soul--"
A woman's shrill scream broke the momentary stillness of the battlefield. She had been guarding the Soul Pillar of the Fourth Domain, but at this moment her entire face suddenly twisted into a nightmare shape, and a pitch-black hand reached out from her sea of consciousness, dragging her into a nightmare.
The next moment, her soul's breath ceased.
"No!" Her companions tried to rush forward, but were horrified to find that her body and soul were melting away inch by inch in the dream flames, and even her sea of consciousness was being devoured by the gray flames, leaving only a string of dreamlike laughter echoing in the air:
"Sleeping in dreams, how can one return alive?"
"Yanyuan Caimeng..." Yuan Hecang's eyes turned as dark as night. "Are you going to offer the blood of millions of my people as sacrifices?!"
In the sky, the Yanyuan Caimeng finally moved.
He gently raised his head, his eyes filled with a somber, dark light, and looked at the people in the formation.
"Yuan Hecang... do you know that the Crimson Abyss lineage is described in the Immortal Ancient Dream Book as -- [The Remnant Flame of Burning Dreams]?"
"It's time to turn it off."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised a finger, and from behind the entire Nightmare Abyss Army, Nightmare Dream Puppet Soldiers clad in heavy armor of soul flames slowly stepped into the Soul Trap Rift.
This is no longer a test.
This was a complete and utter crushing defeat for the Meng army's offensive formation.
The Dream Army pressed in, and Nightmare Flames devoured the heavens.
The Crimson Abyss Divine Clan's protective formation, centered on the "Ten-Domain Flame-Sealing Diagram," has been shattered under the continuous pressure from the Nightmare Abyss Army. The once awe-inspiring crimson flames are now being eroded by layers of gray mist, gradually transforming into a strange, dreamlike glow.
"The fourth domain of the sealing formation has collapsed, and the Dream Army is infiltrating into the sixth Soul Domain! Quickly, activate the Flame Reversal!" Vice Sect Master Yuan Hecang roared, and the Soul Seal in his hand slammed down, detonating a layer of Crimson Flame Reversal Formation.
"Burn--"
Boom!
The entire sky transformed into raging flames, as if the ancestral flames of the ancient Crimson Abyss Divine Clan had returned, their souls unfurling in the void, and an ancient dragon's roar reverberated across the battlefield!
"This is the Crimson Abyss Flame Soul!" a soldier in the Nightmare Abyss Army exclaimed.
At this moment, all the disciples of the Crimson Abyss ignited their remnant souls, using their lives to withstand the invasion of the Dream Army. Under the flames, the elders of the Crimson Flame God Clan, clad in crimson armor and standing on flame arrays, unleashed their soul power, which converged on the "Ancestral Abyss Flame-Sealing Seal" to forcefully suppress the cracks!
But--
At the point where the crimson light was at its most intense, a gray figure suddenly appeared, piercing through the air. A "Soul Dream Seizing Blade" shot out and struck the heart of the ancestral array that was suppressing the Dream Shattering Formation.
"Click--"
In an instant, the entire fifth and sixth domains of the "Sealed Flame Diagram" shattered completely!
Elder Chi Yuan 'Soul Sea trembled, and he coughed up blood!
"Dream Soldier 'Dreambreaker General'! He specializes in breaking through the Origin Seal Array! Quickly stop him!"
Enraged, Yuan Hecang forcibly mobilized eighty percent of his soul power, transforming his divine seal into flames to directly clash with Meng Duanjiang's Soul-Slaying Edge. The two suddenly converged in the sky, with streaks of gray flames and crimson flames intertwining in the air, as if the heavens and earth themselves were changing color!
But the Dream Flame is different from ordinary fire.
Although Chi Yuan's Soul Sealing Technique was powerful, it ultimately could not withstand the erosion of the Yanyuan Caimeng Army's specialized Dream Flames.
As the souls of the Crimson Abyss disciples were devoured by the Dream Flame, their faces gradually became distorted, and they began to kill each other indiscriminately. Their eyes were empty, tainted by the "Nightmare Seed"!
"Where is the Sect Master?! Why hasn't Sect Master Yuan Jin emerged from seclusion yet?!"
"If we don't act now, we'll all be turned into Nightmare Maggots!"
Several elders of the Crimson Abyss charged into the fray with their lives, but the Dream Flame had already transformed into a soul-locking net, binding them layer by layer into the air, like a spider web binding their souls. No matter how much they struggled, their soul essence was gradually extracted until they died and their souls were torn apart.
Yuan Hecang's left arm had been burned to charred bone by the Dream Flame, yet he still desperately protected the core of the formation, gritting his teeth and roaring, "My Crimson Abyss Divine Clan will never perish in a dream! You dare to deceive my clan with your souls, you will pay the price!"
But the faint voice of Yanyuan Caimeng came again from the Sea of Dreamfire:
"A dream is a reality from which you never wake up."
"And you—are nothing but embers that have not yet found rest."
The next moment, the "Dream Abyss Sealing Scroll" in his hand slowly unfolded.
One after another, dream-like sealing patterns descended from the void, enveloping the entire Crimson Abyss Main Domain.
The second phase of the Dream Battle – "Sleeping Dream Realm Seal" – has arrived!
The Crimson Abyss Divine Clan is about to face the true calamity of the Dream Devourer.
"What kind of Soul Arts is this?!"
As the "Dream Abyss Sealing Scroll" was fully unfurled, thousands of feet long gray seals descended from the sky, covering the main domain of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan, like layers of curtains, sealing the entire space into a dreamlike prison.
Between heaven and earth, there is no longer any sense of reality.
The wind ceased, the flames cooled, and the soul fell silent.
The air seemed to solidify into liquid, and wisps of souls floated in the void, like lonely ghosts drowning in an endless dream.
"Why... am I here...?"
"No, that's not right. I'm clearly a member of the Crimson Abyss Clan... Why am I seeing my mother... my childhood courtyard?"
"This isn't reality... it's a dream!! Wake up!!!"
The entire battlefield of the Crimson Abyss Main Domain suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
Meng Jun did not advance another step, but he had completely suppressed the soul consciousness of tens of thousands of disciples of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan —they seemed to have been forcibly pulled into a fictional world by the entire Soul Domain!
The Yanyuan Caimeng held the sealed scroll, his expression indifferent.
"Dreams need neither logic nor cause and effect."
"As long as you've ever thought about it, it can trap you forever."
An elder from the Crimson Abyss forcibly severed his Soul Sea using a soul technique, attempting to awaken himself through excruciating pain. But in that instant, he was embraced by his "deceased mother" in his dream, and his whole body showed a relaxed expression. Then, in reality, he collapsed to the ground with a "poof" and died, his soul core disintegrating!
"Dream Devouring" has been activated!
Each Crimson Abyss disciple's dream content is different. Dozens of dream sorcerers in the Nightmare Abyss Army each maintain a dream dimension, using the "Abyss Soul Dream Diagram" as a base, forcibly immersing the Crimson Abyss Souls in their most desired thoughts and most unforgettable sorrows, thereby binding their souls—and then slowly devouring and crushing them!
Below the main hall, Elder Yuan Hecang gritted his teeth and roared:
"You soul demons... how could you be so cruel! If my Crimson Abyss Divine Clan is destroyed today, I will also annihilate your soul clan's bloodline in the next life!"
Boom!
He shattered the dragon-patterned divine pillar behind him with a single punch, and mobilized the power of the "Crimson Abyss Soul Furnace" deep within the altar, intending to incinerate himself and take Meng Jun away!
But Yanyuan Caimeng had already anticipated this; a wisp of dream mist quietly attached itself to the Soul Furnace, and the moment Yuan Hecang ignited it—
"Click click click--"
The Soul Furnace reignites! The Dream Flame retaliates!
Yuan Hecang was instantly reduced to ashes, unable to even utter a scream. Only his lingering soul remained, conjuring his last gaze in the air—anger, resentment, and unwillingness.
"How tragic," Yanyuan Caimeng whispered, "Dreams are the most perfect prison."
Meng Jun advanced slowly.
The forest of gray-armored soldiers stepped into the Crimson Abyss Temple, which was being corrupted by Dream Flame. With each step they took, the Crimson Flame Earth Veins collapsed, the volcanoes extinguished, and the Soul Furnace shattered.
The dream has not yet ended.
Thousands of members of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan are now trapped in the same "time loop" dream.
One by one, they rose in their dreams, went into battle, fought, fell, and rose again...
They fought again and again, yet could never escape.
Until the soul power is exhausted and the physical body perishes.
In this battle, before the dream was shattered, the soul was extinguished.
That's enough.
It was an extremely calm voice.
It struck like thunder, shaking heaven and earth, like dawn piercing through a dream.
Just as the Nightmare Abyss Dream Flame was completely eroding the main soul array of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan and all the disciples were sinking into the "Soul-Devouring Dream Domain" constructed by the Yanyuan Caimeng, an old yet resolute soul consciousness suddenly burst forth from the depths of the Crimson Abyss Divine Mountain.
"The name of my Crimson Abyss Divine Clan is not to be insulted by you dream demons!"
Boom--!
In the center of the entire Crimson Abyss Main Domain, the "Crimson Flame Heaven-Sacrificing Terrace," which no one had ever truly ascended before, suddenly ignited with a ball of Crimson Abyss Sacred Flame!
The flames were pure red, like blood, yet their center was enveloped in a very faint layer of purplish-gold soul light.
A figure emerged from the flames--
The Crimson Abyss Divine Clan's Sect Master, Chi Mingzun!
He was not tall, wore a dark red robe, and his hair was already gray, but he was like an ancient divine Divine Mountain. One look at him made all the dream mages of the Nightmare Abyss Army tremble with shock!
"How could a dream bind the soul of my Flame Clan?!"
With a low roar, he raised his hands, and a huge divine figure burning with "Crimson Soul Fire Wheel" appeared behind him. It was the power of the "Soul Vein Imprint" of the successive sect leaders of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan!
Divine Seal - Crimson Soul Triple Curse
Curse One: Break Dreams and Awaken the Wheel --
A pure crimson halo, centered on Chi Mingzun, burst forth and spread for thousands of feet. Wherever it passed, the dream collapsed, and the disciples who were immersed in it awoke one after another, vomiting blood and crying loudly, only to finally return to reality.
"Chi Mingzun..."
Yanyuan Caimeng Weaver frowned slightly.
He flipped through the Dream Abyss Sealing Scroll in his hand, page after page of "Dream Symbols" floating up, attempting to rebuild the dream realm, but just then—
Curse Two: Sever Souls and Lock Nightmares!
Chi Mingzun raised his hand and pointed, a crimson-gold lock ring, like a divine curse, condensed from the void and instantly wrapped around the Dream Pillar in the center of the Nightmare Abyss Army!
"Boom--!"
The Dream Pillar crumbled inch by inch, and the Nightmare Abyss Army's formation trembled violently!
Dozens of dream sorcerers coughed up blood, directly suffering from the backlash of dreams, their screams echoing across the surrounding area!
"This... this is..."
"This is the price you paid for thinking you could devour my Flame Clan."
Chi Mingzun raised his head, his eyes burning with an oath of immortal soul flame.
He didn't attack Yanyuan Caimeng, but he wreaked havoc on his Dream Army!
But Yanyuan Caimeng remained unmoved, as if he had anticipated this scene, and slowly closed his eyes.
Then, a whisper escaped his lips:
"You think... dreams only trap them?"
"But you... have never been awake."
Boom!
In an instant, Chi Mingzun's expression suddenly changed drastically!
His pupils dilated as he looked down at the sacrificial altar beneath him...
But then he suddenly realized—he was still in a dream!
Those people he rescued were all illusions from a dream!
He never even actually made a move!
"How is that possible?!"
Yanyuan Caimeng opened his eyes and smiled coldly:
"Those who break the dream within the dream are merely those who dream even deeper."
"You are, in the end, just... a hero in a dream."
--Dream Realm: Soul Embedding Reversal Technique, activated!
The entire Crimson Abyss Divine Domain has once again fallen into the "Dream Realm Cycle." The previous "Awakening," "Counterattack," and "Battle Cry"... were all part of Yanyuan Caimeng scheme!
The true form of the Chi Mingzun remains trapped on the original Dreamfire Platform, his soul firmly locked by ten "Dream Shadow Soul Nails"!
"Click!"
The Crimson Soul Divine Shadow shattered instantly!
The sect leader's soul was devoured by the dream!
The flames in his eyes finally died down in his tears.
Only a single, resentful whisper escaped before his soul dissipated:
"The Crimson Abyss... is immortal..."
Yanyuan Caimeng did not respond, but slowly raised her hand--
Dream Flame - Descent Life Sacrifice Array
He unleashed the Dreamfire completely, covering the vast territory of the Crimson Abyss Clan.
Whether it's people, mountains and rivers, artifacts, ancient steles...
All entered dreams, all were swallowed.
Boom--!!
As the soul consciousness of the Crimson Abyss Sect Master, Chi Mingzun Venerable, completely collapsed, the "Crimson Flame Divine Seal" that had suppressed the entire Crimson Abyss Divine Domain for hundreds of millions of years shattered with a deafening roar!
The sky instantly lost its protection, Yanyuan Caimeng's [Dream Flame - Life Sacrifice Array] completely fell, like a rain of black and red intertwined heavenly fire, engulfing the entire Crimson Abyss Divine Clan!
Countless soul flames surged like giant waves, and millions of dream patterns flickered uncertainly. Every inch of dream flame that landed formed a "Dream Soul Graveyard," dragging each and every Crimson Abyss disciple into it!
"Help me! I don't want to dream anymore!!"
"I'm awake... Sect Master... We're awake!!!"
"I see... I'm being devoured by myself!!!"
The screams of the Crimson Abyss Clan disciples echoed through the sky. They were not killed, but imprisoned in dream tombs, where their souls would be eternally punished and struggled in the nightmares they had created, unable to escape.
These dream tombs, gathered together, form a terrifying black and red blood river, named:
[Long River of Blood Souls]
--The dream array nexus, personally carved by Yanyuan Caimeng, was refined with the blood and souls of a thousand races to create the dream realm's source fire!
At the same time, the Main Soul Hall, inheritance stone building, and historical stele forest of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan collapsed one after another under the burning dream flames!
The entire Crimson Abyss Ancestral Mountain was forcibly swallowed up by more than half!
And the Yanyuan Caimeng still stood atop the shattered dream pillar, his expression calm, his robes fluttering, one hand behind his back, the other unfurling a dream scroll, softly reciting:
"The Seventh Dream Image: The Clan's Flame Vanishes."
As the dream scroll turned its pages, the army of dream shadows and phantom souls behind him roared out once more!
They are not human, but "Dream Shadow Reconstruction" entities extracted from the soul of the Crimson Abyss Clan. They take "themselves" as their form, yet they kill "their clansmen" as their enemies!
Countless Crimson Abyss disciples watched with distorted expressions as the "enemies" charging towards them... were actually their own likenesses!
"Why!!!"
"This is myself?! I killed myself?!"
"Save me—Sect Master... Sect Master has already..."
At this moment, the entire Crimson Abyss Divine Clan was plunged into true chaos and despair.
Dreams and reality, soul and body, hatred and self.
No one can tell the difference anymore.
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In the heart of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan, within a Soul Forging Tower that had not yet completely collapsed, a young disciple knelt on the ground, before whom lay the long-cooled Crimson Soul Furnace. He gritted his teeth, his soul power weak, yet he was still desperately trying to maintain the small protective array around the tower.
He was once a disciple personally taught by the sect leader.
"The teacher said... dreams can be severed."
"The dream is false... I will destroy it."
He gripped a broken, crimson dagger, its blade long since dulled, yet he still tried to pierce the surging dream flames.
But Mengyan seemed to know his struggle, and instead whispered in his ear in an even gentler tone:
"Your sect leader is dead, your clansmen are all exterminated... What are you guarding now?"
The disciple froze, his eyes vacant, the short blade in his hand slowly falling.
The next moment, a flame of dreamlike soul quietly wrapped around his back, pulling him into an endless dream prison.
The Crimson Abyss Divine Clan is nearly overrun.
Yanyuan Caimeng slowly closed her eyes, seemingly unwilling to hear the cries of mortals any longer:
As Yanyuan Caimeng opened his eyes, the light in the entire Crimson Abyss Divine Domain suddenly changed color. Amidst the wailing of countless souls, blood-red soul cracks descended from the sky, piercing through the earth's veins and connecting the dream world with the present.
--This is precisely the eighth Dream Soul Arts of Yanyuan Caimeng:
Blood Souls Purify the World
The dream flames transformed into crimson blood, the shadows of souls spread across the earth's veins, countless souls entered the tomb, and the clan was sealed into an abyss.
As this technique was fully activated, the "Ten Thousand Stele Soul Array" of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan—a forest of steles that recorded the merits of their ancestors, suppressed the Fate Soul and bloodlines, and protected their disciples—began to tremble violently at this moment!
"What's going on! The Soul Stele... is it crying?"
"The Clan Soul Stele is cracked... No... it's not cracked, it's shattering!!!"
At the main mountain of the Soul Stele, Elder Chi Yuan, who was seriously injured but not dead, suddenly coughed up blood and witnessed the most ancient [Origin Stele] collapsing!
That was personally inscribed by the first ancestor of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan, the Crimson Abyss Ancient Sovereign, to seal and protect the clan's original bloodline!
Boom--!
The Origin Stele transformed into millions of soul runes, which disintegrated and fell into the Blood Flame Dream Stream, as if an ancient emperor had been pulled down from his altar and turned to ashes.
All the members of the Crimson Abyss Clan were shocked:
"Our... ancestors were devoured by the Dream Flame?"
"No! Our bloodline... has been purified?!"
The wailing and pain were insufficient to describe the tragic scene at this moment. Even the divine flames of the soul birds in the sky could no longer fly and fell into the sea of dream fire, turning into phantoms.
Yanyuan Caimeng quietly observed all of this, then gently raised her hand and completely extinguished the remaining crimson divine radiance in the sky.
His voice was low and mournful, like the wailing of a dead soul.
"The eighth dream image, shattering the ancestral inscription, the clan returns to the dream, only then can the world be purified."
This is precisely the most cruel clan-sealing secret technique of the Dream Soul lineage in the Immortal Antiquity Era—burning the soul with dreams and purifying history with flames.
Any clan consumed by this dream will have its history rewritten, its bloodline extinct, and its existence forgotten—truly "erased from the world."
Meanwhile, in the last remaining corner of the main peak of the Divine Stele, an old man from the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan, clad in a crimson-gold robe, his soul power damaged, pressed one hand firmly against the Clan Soul Platform.
He growled in a low voice:
"As long as I live, you cannot eradicate the entire Crimson Abyss lineage!"
His name was "Chi Cangyuan", and he was the younger brother of the previous Chiyuan clan leader. He once dominated the Spirit Firmament.
Just as he was about to reactivate the Soul Array to counterattack, a projection of Dream Flame quietly pierced through his sea of consciousness and condensed into the face of Yanyuan Caimeng.
The other party whispered:
You don't deserve to live.
--boom!!
Chi Cangyuan's soul consciousness instantly collapsed. His entire body transformed into a withered soul shadow in the dream flames, frozen in front of the ancestral monument, his eyes filled with resentment and disbelief, unable to close them forever.
At this moment, the entire "Clan Soul Remembrance" system of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan was completely erased!
Every war, every hero, and every glory recorded over the past 100,000 years has been swallowed up by the flames of dreams!
Only the figure of the Yanyuan Caimeng grew ever taller amidst the raging dream flames.
He slowly opened his palm, watching the rising dream flames and blood energy, and murmured to himself:
"The Ninth Dream Image: The Bloodstained Dream Abyss, it's time to begin."
The Crimson Abyss Divine Clan is no longer the glorious holy land it once was. The ancestral stele has been destroyed, the ancestral inscription has crumbled, and the divine radiance in the sky has been completely extinguished.
Amidst the flames of blood and fire, Yanyuan Caimeng stood in mid-air and took a step forward.
In that instant, the entire Crimson Abyss Divine Domain ley lines trembled violently, and the "Abyss Soul Seal," dormant for millennia, erupted from the earth's depths—
Thirteen jet-black dream patterns, seemingly rings yet not rings, seemingly locks yet not locks, slowly rose from the main vein of the Crimson Abyss, connecting heaven and earth, as if binding the entire divine realm into a closed dream prison.
This scene turned the faces of all the Crimson Abyss clansmen who still retained a shred of will to live death.
"That's... Dream Abyss... Dream Abyss Blood Rings!!!"
An elder exclaimed in a trembling voice, recognizing the true names of the thirteen ring seals:
"That's one of the Ultimate forms of the Dream Soul Judgment Art from the Immortal Antiquity Era—[Thirteen Abyss Blood Rings]!"
According to the ancient records of the Soul Book:
Once all thirteen rings are gathered, all living beings within the ring domain will have their Fate Soul essence sealed, their connection with the world severed, and even their right to escape and be reborn will be erased!
This technique, known as Yanyuan Caimeng, is one of the most cruel dream-based techniques among the "Eight Watchers," and it is also a Soul-Destroying Chain derived from the concept of "extermination of races"!
--And now, it has appeared above the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan!
"Boom--!!"
With a deafening roar, the thirteen dream rings closed simultaneously, locking the Crimson Abyss Divine Domain like thirteen Heavenly Abyss chains sealing off the entire space.
Countless members of the Crimson Abyss Clan were forced to float in the air, spitting out blood, and some even had their sea of consciousness collapse, their souls forcibly separated by dream power!
Dreams become reality, and reality is consumed by the flames of dreams!
Thousands of Crimson Abyss disciples, without even the strength to struggle, were bound by chains and sunk into the Dream Abyss Shadows!
Looking down at all this, Yanyuan Caimeng swept his right palm towards the sky:
"Dream Ring -- Together."
Just this one word.
--Click.
The thirteen rings suddenly merged into one, forming a black ring of dream flames a thousand miles in diameter, like a deadly abyss falling from the sky, covering the entire Crimson Abyss Divine Domain!
All the buildings, arrays, elders' halls, soul pools, blood altars... of the Crimson Abyss Clan were swallowed up by the black ring, leaving not even a speck of dust behind!
Even the deputy clan leaders who escaped the Dreamflame region trembled as they watched that scene from outside the ring:
"We... have nothing left..."
One of the elders forcibly ignited his physical body with his soul flames, roaring as he charged towards Tianhuan, his eyes wide with fury:
"Even if I die, I will drag Yanyuan Caimeng to hell--!!!"
But--
Before he could even get close to the Heavenly Ring, a beam of dream-patterned light slashed down, and his soul body turned directly into mist. He was completely annihilated outside the Dream Fire Ring without even having a scream!
In the distance, the black robes of Yanyuan Caimeng fluttered in the wind, his face remaining expressionless and emotionless.
"Ninth Dream Image - Dream Abyss Overturning Heaven... Passed."
At that moment, a spatial ripple from an extremely distant location was approaching.
A soldier from the Nightmare Abyss Army stood behind Yanyuan Caimeng Weaver and bowed as he spoke:
"Reporting to Your Excellency, we have detected a soul vibration, indicating that a powerful being is approaching this place."
The Yanyuan Caimeng never looked back, only uttering a cold remark:
"Before the tenth dream image, they... won't have enough time."
Blood flames surged like a sea, and tongues of fire licked the sky.
The entire Crimson Abyss Divine Domain —long since lost its name—is now filled with the inextinguishable black flames of dreams, where hundreds and thousands of souls wail, struggle, and perish.
They were once exceptionally talented disciples of the Crimson Abyss, and powerful elders who commanded respect throughout the eight regions. Now, however, they have become sacrifices and fuel for this nightmare fire.
And right in the center of this sea of fire.
Yanyuan Caimeng Slowly raised the Soul Fan in his hand—a terrifying object woven from soul bones and dream threads, named [Nightmare Soul Talisman], specifically used to annihilate soul consciousness and plunge one into eternal nightmares.
Before him stood the last pillar of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan —the clan leader, "Chi Xuanxi," whose cultivation was at the peak of the Silent Source Realm Third Stage. At this moment, his body was covered in scorch marks, and his soul was in disarray.
Blood kept gushing from his mouth, his robes were tattered, his right arm was almost useless, and ninety percent of the soul array on his body had been shattered.
"Nightmare... Abyss... you beast..."
Chi Xuanxi's voice was low and bloodshot. Behind him, only a few dying Chi Yuan elders remained, barely managing to hold up the broken soul array, but the array's light had dimmed considerably.
Yanyuan Caimeng- Cutting smiled coldly:
"Chi Xuanxi, do you know the sins your clan committed in the Immortal Antiquity Era? What you sacrificed was not just your souls and blood, but also... the dormant dream seeds of the entire era."
"Today is merely the beginning of the reckoning."
With a flick of his soul fan, the dream shadows swirled again, and a dark figure descended from the sky—it was none other than the Nightmare Main Body derived from his Soul Domain!
"Dream Master's Soul Judgment - Devouring Realm Appearance!"
Chi Xuanxi roared, forcefully gathering all his soul energy to unleash Chi Yuan's strongest secret technique:
" --Crimson Abyss Heavenly Soul Sacrifice!!!"
A streak of blood-red light shot into the sky, like the final lament of the entire Crimson Abyss Divine Domain, transforming into a soul-burning arrow that struck directly at the Nightmare Master!
But...
In an instant.
The dream twisted and the soul fan flipped. Chi Xuanxi's ultimate move was backfired and severely injured. He was sent flying backward, crashing through three layers of array platforms and slamming heavily to the ground. His flesh and blood were a mess, and his Fate Soul was almost extinguished!
Yanyuan Caimeng slowly descended, standing before Chi Xuanxi, her words like the pronouncement of destiny:
You're too weak.
"Nightmare - The End of the Dream - The Soul Seal of Dream Stillness."
Boom--!
Chi Xuanxi's soul was pierced by the dream imprint in an instant, from his brow to his tailbone, a line of dream fire igniting him completely! Before he could even utter a sound of struggle, he slowly crumbled into shattered ashes under the despairing gazes of his clansmen...
--The Crimson Abyss Divine Clan is now exterminated!
Now.
The entire God Clan land vein was completely submerged in dream fire, the Crimson Abyss Blood Stele turned into dream ashes, the Ninety-Nine Soul Tower collapsed like sand, and the God Clan mark completely vanished into the long river of history.
The sky was ashen, and the sea of fire wailed mournfully.
Yanyuan Caimeng stood in the air, coldly observing everything, and slowly turned around:
"Next."
At that very moment!
--Thump!!
The space shook violently.
A beam of light, like a tearing lightning bolt, ripped through the sky, and a streak of aurora, piercing through the dream flames, suddenly descended!
Qin Yu, arrives!
He was dressed in a black and Qingyi, with Zhou Yu surrounded by lightning, Yao Wanqing surging with silver soul power, Ming Ye Ming Kong swirling with the aura of the Ming Clan, and Qian Ruishan following closely behind!
The flames of dreams receded beneath their feet, and the weight of dreams crumbled before them.
Yanyuan Caimeng was slightly taken aback.
Qin Yu slowly raised his head, his eyes indifferent and cold, like the chill of winter piercing the starry sky.
"Chi Yuan... ultimately arrived a step too late."
"You... you deserve to die."
The fire is still burning.
Even though the Yanyuan Caimeng has departed, the apocalyptic inferno woven from dream fire, vengeful spirits, and overflowing blood has not yet been extinguished.
The entire territory of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan has been reduced to a blood-stained wasteland. The once magnificent and towering temples are now ruins, and the statues have fallen. The Crimson Abyss God's radiance, which once illuminated the nine regions, has long been annihilated in the tragic howls and turned into nothingness.
Debris was everywhere, and countless charred figures could be seen in the scorched earth.
They were once young disciples, their Soul Sea not yet stable, yet they fought to the death within the sect's protective formation;
They were once the Crimson Abyss Elders, renowned throughout the region. Knowing that Annihilation was imminent, they still forged a shield with their Fate Soul.
Even the unarmed foreign servants had long since become shadowy figures struggling and burning to ashes under the flames of the dream.
The flames in the sky are the dream fires left behind by nightmares; they do not burn the physical body, but they burn the soul, the will, and the memories.
Every inch of the Crimson Abyss is groaning in sorrow, every breath of soul is weeping for the ancestral spirits that cannot return.
This was a true genocide!
At this moment, Qin Yu and the others stood atop the Crimson Abyss, gazing at the ruins of their Lineage below, remaining silent for a long time.
Zhou Yu's eyes turned cold, his fists clenched, and veins bulged.
Yao Wanqing lowered her head and wept, biting her lip until it bled.
Ming Kong and Ming Ye were ashen-faced, their hearts filled with grief and indignation.
As Ming Tong gazed at the Crimson Abyss Clan Monument, which hadn't completely collapsed yet, amidst the sea of fire, a flicker of tremor crossed her eyes—she had fought alongside the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan for countless eons, and knew so many old friends, yet now...
Boom--!
In the distance, a Soul Tower collapsed with a deafening roar, sending a burst of soul energy soaring into the sky. It was the extinguishing of the soul fire of the last Crimson Abyss Elder, and the last thread of the entire clan's lineage was completely severed!
"They... could have lived." Yao Wanqing whispered, almost in murmur, her clothes already soaked with tears.
"We're... too late," Zhou Yu said in a deep voice, his eyes closed.
Qian Ruishan lowered her eyes, slowly stepped forward, gently touched the Black Bone on the ground, and whispered, "I will remember their names..."
Qin Yu's eyes remained fixed on the last remaining embers of fire beneath the Soul Stele.
He said nothing, but slowly extended a palm and quietly closed his eyes.
Within that palm strike was a pure white soul light.
He didn't try to save anything.
He simply and quietly sent this pure soul light into the Soul Stele —so that this ancestral land, at least, would no longer be utterly forgotten.
The Soul Stele trembled slightly, as if invisible tears were falling from the sky.
At that moment, heaven and earth fell silent, and the sea of fire ceased.
"--Let's go."
Qin Yu slowly turned around, his voice low and firm.
"Yanyuan Caimeng... The score between us begins to be settled from this moment on."
The crowd fell silent and followed him away, leaving behind the tranquil firefield.
On the far edge of the sky, within a vortex where the dream mist had not yet dissipated, Yanyuan Caimeng's eyes were calm, but a smile played at the corners of his lips:
"Qin Yu... you're finally serious."
"Very good."