The Flames of Fear Ignite, Nether Devouring Wavers
The flames of Annihilation had not yet been extinguished on the ruins of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan, and the entire Spirit Firmament Great Realm was already deeply enveloped by an invisible fear. The extremely tragic massacre seemed to still be ringing in their ears; the wails, struggles, soul explosions, and falls of the Crimson Abyss Clan members, like nightmares and flames, had transformed into an everlasting, haunting nightmare.
At this moment, Nether Devouring Hall.
In the center of the dark hall, a high-level soul crystal light screen projected all the scenes before the destruction of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan. Raging flames, corpses and souls everywhere, divine blood staining the sky, clan monuments shattered, and the scene of the Yanyuan Caimeng- Cutting Finger at the last moment was also repeatedly replayed in front of all the elders in the hall.
"... The Crimson Abyss Divine Clan is gone."
"That's it?"
A deathly silence descended, the chilling aura of the spirits freezing the air in the entire hall. The Nether Devouring Hall, clad in a long gray-black robe, stood on the steps, his brows furrowed tightly. To his left and right, the two vice-lords stood, their faces grim and trembling uncontrollably.
"Who do you think will be next?" Vice Hall Master Ming Luo asked in a low voice.
"It's us." Another deputy hall master gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with fear and anger. "Our clan's territory is adjacent to the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan. If we continue to maintain our relationship with the Nether Firmament Underworld Sect, how could the Nightmare Abyss Army possibly let us go?"
The Nether Devouring Hall slowly closed his eyes and spoke in a deep voice, "... But if we bow down now, our millennia-old foundation in the Dao of Souls, the dignity of our ancestors... will be lost in an instant."
"But if you don't bow down, you'll die like the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan," Ming Luo interrupted coldly.
Silence reigned all around.
Suddenly, a chilling black wind silently swept into the hall, and a soul scroll bound with nightmare patterns crashed down in front of the hall master's seat, opening automatically. Everyone in the hall instinctively looked over and saw the contents of the soul scroll appear in the void:
"To the Lord of the Nether Devouring Hall— "
The Nightmare Abyss Army Commander, Yanyuan Caimeng, said, "The blood of the Crimson Abyss has not yet cooled completely; beneath the Dream Abyss, a second clan name has already appeared."
If the Nether Devouring Hall remains obstinate, the million-strong Nightmare Abyss Soul Army will march in immediately and set your clan's Soul Tower ablaze.
Unlike the Crimson Abyss, the souls of your race will be imprisoned by me in a long dream, endlessly falling into the Nightmare Abyss.
If there is no indication of submission within three days, the war drums will sound.
The atmosphere inside the entire hall instantly became tense, as if a cold blade were at your neck!
"... He knows we're watching." Deputy Hall Master Ming Luo murmured, his tone already tinged with fear, "This Soul-Sealing Scroll... it's not a threat, it's an ultimatum."
The Nether Devouring Hall clenched his fists, his body trembling as wisps of angry souls surged into his long hair, yet he remained silent in the end.
On the other side of the void, in the Nightmare Abyss Army, Yanyuan Caimeng indifferently withdrew his gaze and softly instructed the shadow general beside him:
"Command [General Dream Rout] to lead the Nightmare Abyss Army Second Soul Squad to set up camps and establish stakes around the Nether Devouring Hall within one night, suppressing the soul veins and making them understand... what it means to 'have the dream soul outside, Soul Hall is empty'."
"Yes, sir."
Before three days had passed, the Nether Devouring Hall finally issued a decree from the high platform of the Soul Hall:
From this day forward, the Nether Devouring Hall will be temporarily placed under the command of the Nightmare Abyss Army. The defenses of each lineage will be adjusted, the gates to the mortal realm will be closed, and the entire clan will await the orders of the Dream Judge.
All souls bowed their heads, and the clan formation fell silent.
The Nether Devouring Hall thus became the first divine God Clan in the Spirit Firmament Great Realm to completely betray the Immortal Antiquity Era...
Meanwhile, the Nightmare Abyss Army, with a million-strong force, had already entered the heart of the Nether Devouring Hall. Their camps, like soul fires, were scattered across the mountain peaks, and the Nightmare Dream Battle Banner flew high in the sky, like a silent judgment.
Nightmare descended like a tide, and within three days, a million-strong army forcefully occupied the territory of the Nether Devouring Hall.
This Nightmare Abyss Army Second Soul Squad is personally commanded by [General Dream Rout], one of the three great generals under Yanyuan Caimeng Chaser. His cultivation has long since reached the Silent Source Realm Second Stage. He is skilled at using dream souls as blades, using nightmare thoughts to control souls, and using night nightmares to break through formations. His tactics are ruthless and his marches are swift, like a tide of broken dreams overturning thousands of miles of desolate rivers.
Before dawn, the peaks of the four Soul Peaks of the Nether Devouring Hall were already completely covered with Nightmare Soul Banners!
The entire outer 500-mile area of the sect's domain is filled with a dense network of Nightmare Soul Locking Arrays, like a spider web. Within the earth's veins, tens of thousands of "Dream Soul Nails" are constantly being driven into the Nether Devouring Hall's fundamental soul veins, carrying out deep suppression and control.
Within three days, the entire Nether Devouring Hall had completely shifted from a "defensive state" to a "monitored state."
The general known as "Dreambreaker" stood expressionless on the central Soul Path Plaza of the Nether Devouring Hall, clad in gray-purple Nightmare Armor, with the "Nightmare Soul War Drum," bestowed upon him by Yanyuan Caimeng Chaser, standing behind him. Even before the drum sounded, it had already caused the soul Cultivation God throughout the Nether Devouring Hall to become unstable, their soul power subtly suppressed.
At this moment, the Nether Devouring Hall, accompanied by several Vice Lords, personally came out of the palace to greet them. His face was ashen, and he said respectfully in a low voice:
"General Dream Rout, your presence is greatly appreciated. I have already arranged for the Eastern Region Soul Altar to serve as our military camp. All supplies are readily available. Please proceed..."
No need for further explanation.
General Dream Rout's gaze was indifferent as he directly interrupted, his Daoist voice as cold as a nightmare mist:
"The Grand Commander of Nightmare Abyss has decreed: Within the Nether Devouring Hall, the Nightmare Abyss Army will establish five Soul Patrol Platforms, twenty Soul Control Zones, and sixty Soul Shadow Sentry Posts. All Soul Skill Systems within the Palace must submit records, and their array diagrams must be submitted to the Nightmare Abyss Skill Camp for review. Joint Patrol Envoys must be established in the Soul Codex Forbidden Area, and reports on the fluctuations of cultivation Soul Flow must be submitted every three days."
Upon hearing this, the Nether Devouring Hall's eyes twitched, and his fists trembled slightly, but in the end he only responded in a low voice, "... Yes."
As General Dream Rout turned to leave, he suddenly paused, coldly uttering:
"The Nightmare Commander once said that if Chi Yuan hadn't died, this palace should have been ranked alongside Blood Silence. You all, remember this fate."
As these words fell, the "Dream Shadow Nightmare Stele" behind the Nightmare Soul Drum slowly rose in the center of the square, with two cold, ancient characters clearly written on it:
Dream Town
The moment this stele appeared, all the cultivators in the Nether Devouring Hall felt as if an invisible dream imprint had been forcibly placed over the entire sect domain, making it no longer their own, but rather swallowed into a nightmare from which they could not awaken.
As night fell, the Nether Devouring Hall stood alone on the floating platform outside the main hall, gazing at the lights of the Nightmare Abyss Army in the distance. The eerie soul lights intertwined, seemingly illuminating the entire Nether Devouring Hall as if it were a...
Nightmare Soul Prisoner
He whispered hoarsely:
"We... are no longer a clan."
The distant Nightmare Soul War Drum finally sounded at this moment.
Boom--!!!
The entire Nether Devouring Hall has officially fallen.
The Nether Devouring Hall was once one of the ten great soul clans in the Eastern Region the Spirit Firmament Great Realm, ranking among the orthodox schools of Soul Arts inheritance. It wielded the "Nether Devouring Soul Scripture" and achieved the Myriad Laws Soul Path through the Way of Devouring Souls and Spirits, earning a prestigious reputation. However, at this moment, its former glory has been crushed by nightmares.
On the third day after General Dream Rout entered the Nether Devouring Hall, Yanyuan Caimeng personally issued an edict:
"The Nether Devouring Hall is temporarily placed under the Nightmare Abyss Army's Nightmare Formation Third Legion, with two Deputy Soul Commanders responsible for overseeing the operation of soul meridians, forbidden zones for soul skills, and resource allocation. All orders must be obeyed by the Nightmare Abyss; those who disobey will be treated as outsiders."
Upon the issuance of this edict, General Dream Rout immediately began to implement control measures, and a system called "Nightmare Control" was introduced throughout the clan.
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Firstly, the Soul Path is sealed.
All nine main soul paths that originally led to the outer realms from the Nether Devouring Hall have been sealed off, leaving only one path, the "Dream-Guiding Soul Path," controlled by the Nightmare Abyss Army. All entry and exit require the Nightmare Seal. No disciple within the palace is allowed to leave without permission; violators will be immediately executed by having their souls stripped away.
Secondly, the Soul Codex Forbidden Zone is locked.
Behind the sect, the "Nether Devouring Soul Scripture Pavilion," originally used by elders for cultivation and meditation, was sealed with a Nightmare Seal. The three chief elders were forced to relinquish their array diagrams and cultivation techniques, and the Third Division of the Nightmare Abyss Army moved in to conduct a so-called "re-compilation and review."
"How can we allow others to alter our sect's legacy?!" an elder roared, but was immediately struck by General Dream Rout, his soul power piercing through his sea of consciousness, Annihilation instantly.
Blood splattered on the plaque of the Soul Scripture Pavilion, transforming into a line of cold characters:
Dreams devour old souls; uphold the present as righteous.
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Thirdly, soul cultivators are forcibly incorporated into the system.
All Soul Cultivators of the Nether Devouring Hall at the mid-level or above must sign the "Dream Control Soul Pact," submitting their Soul Power Operation Methods and Soul Techniques for record and submission. They must also undergo the "Dream Imprint Infusion" by the Nightmare Abyss Army, which forcibly implants a wisp of Nightmare Dream Breath into their Soul Platform as a control talisman.
"This is Dream Breath Control. If you make any unusual movement, I only need to do one thing, and you will wish you were dead." General Dream Rout whispered to the Nether Devouring Hall, his tone as cold as a knife.
The temple master forced himself to remain calm, but his heart was already dead inside. He said with all his might:
"... Is there any hope for my Nether Devouring Hall to survive?"
"Your only way to survive is by living, a gift from Commander Meng."
General Dream Rout turned around and stepped into the Soul Master's Hall. Amidst the surging nightmare energy, his figure seemed to dissipate along with the dream.
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Meanwhile, outside the Soul Hall, Ran Xu, a young disciple of the Nether Devouring Hall, secretly gazed at the Outer Domain Soul Chain Restriction Array, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, tears welling in his eyes.
"... This can't go on any longer."
He quietly sealed a wisp of his soul into a jade slip and entrusted it to a night-eagle bird—secretly sending it towards the Northern Region of the Spirit Firmament Great Realm.
[Target: Nether Firmament Underworld Sect]
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Beyond the distant heavens, a dreamlike figure hung high in the sky, the Yanyuan Caimeng silently overlooking the entire Nether Devouring Hall, a faint smile on her face:
"Dreams devour old souls, and one day... they will consume the will of the entire Spirit Firmament."
He lightly pinched his fingertips, and with a flick of his wrist, a small portion of the soul power circulation pathways within the Nether Devouring Hall was instantly shattered.
Silent, without a sound.
But from this day forward, the Nether Devouring Hall is no longer a clan belonging to the Spirit Firmament, but...
The outpost of Nightmare Abyss.
The Nether Devouring Hall, deep within the Soul Master's Dao Palace.
The main soul platform, once regarded as the "heart of will" of the Nether Devouring Hall, is now unrecognizable. In the center of the hall, a "Soul Devouring Statue" that once symbolized the inheritance of Nether Devouring has been corrupted by the Nightmare Abyss Army with Nightmare Qi. The statue's face has peeled off, and in its place is a soul mirror floating with black dream ripples.
That's one of the exclusive artifacts of the Yanyuan Caimeng: [Dream Control Soul Mirror].
This mirror has been embedded in the main platform and has become the "new core of the Soul Master" of the Nether Devouring Hall. All soul meridian regulation, disciple cultivation, and elder Soul Pact must be verified in front of this mirror.
At this moment, General Dream Rout stood before the Soul Mirror, holding the Nightmare Dream Crystal Brush in his hand, recording the soul path imprints of the high-level soul cultivators of the Nether Devouring Hall one by one. The light patterns on the Soul Mirror rolled, and the soul pattern imprints that originally belonged to the Nether Devouring Hall were engraved with black dream curses, completely altering them.
"Your past no longer exists," he said coldly.
Around the main platform, dozens of elders of the Nether Devouring Hall were forcibly pressed onto the platform and received the infusion of dream mirror projections.
"Ughhh--!"
An elderly Soul Healer roared suddenly, his soul churning in the mirror. The soul diagram in his sea of consciousness was forcibly stripped away and embedded deep within the dream imprint. His eyes shattered, leaving only a trace of dream flames flowing through them.
"Next."
General Dream Rout gave the signal without a trace of emotion.
"You will regret this sooner or later..." Elder Soul Diagram said hoarsely, his words carrying the echo of a remnant soul attempting to escape.
However, the dream mirror trembled, and black light pierced into its sea of consciousness, directly burning away all remnants of the soul, and even completely severing the chance for reincarnation.
"In front of Meng Shuai, there is no such thing as 'regret'."
General Dream Rout reached out and dragged the corpse into the Dream Traces Molten Pool beside him, where it vanished without a trace.
All of this was observed by the Lord of the Nether Devouring Hall, who was standing on the steps.
His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles bled, and his teeth were almost crushed.
Beside them, the three deputy hall masters had quietly lowered their heads, completely succumbing to the nightmare curse of the Nightmare Abyss, their faces numb and their auras cold and desolate.
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The will of the Soul Path is crumbling little by little.
Suddenly, a short but violent soul explosion resounded from the sky.
"That was... the self-destruction of the Soul-Sealing Array on the seventh ring of the Soul Master Platform?"
General Dream Rout frowned slightly and looked down.
At the edge of the main platform, a seventeen-year-old Soul Array disciple named Ran Xu was firmly captured by Nightmare Soldiers, his body bound by Dream Curse Chains, his Soul Robe stained with blood.
A smile played on his lips, but a wisp of a remnant soul curse secretly seeped from his soul blood, only to be snatched away by a black-feathered spirit bird, which then broke through the air and escaped.
General Dream Rout's eyes darkened, and he pointed a finger—
"Soul-wielding scythe soldier, depart!"
"Bring the Dream Breath Blood Net; I don't want to see that bird able to fly again."
"Yes!"
The figure vanished in a flash.
As for Yanyuan Caimeng, he still did not appear. He hovered high in the dream shadow in the void, only slowly opening his palm, and a small soul source array plate appeared in his palm.
A sliver of red light flashed across the array plate.
Yanyuan Caimeng- Cutting whispered:
" In the Nether Devouring Hall, there are still those who haven't sunk... let Dream Breath slowly infuse their blood and bones."
He slowly clasped his hands together, causing the dreamlike imagery to tremble, as if the entire Nether Devouring Hall had once again been drawn into a deeper layer of dream within a dream.
The backlash begins, locking the soul in a dream.
In the distance, amidst a secluded, unknown mountain range, a black feather pierced the sky—
It points directly to the Nether Firmament Underworld Sect.
In the Northern Region of the Nether Devouring Hall, in Nether Moon Terrace, once the core place for the Nether Devouring Hall to cultivate soul illusion techniques, it is now shrouded in a thick layer of black mist dream tide.
The dream tide surged like waves, each wave accompanied by low, murmuring, and faint, mournful whispers. Countless Nether Devouring disciples were trapped in nightmares, their faces contorted in pain, struggling and convulsing in their unconsciousness, even tearing their own souls apart, unable to control themselves.
"Save me... Elder... Save me..."
My soul... it's crying... it doesn't want to enter that Dream Abyss...
"Ughhh!!!"
In her dream, a female disciple's pupils suddenly dilated, and she looked up in terror into the void. She saw—
A figure draped in a misty robe and wielding the Dream Soul Scepter emerged from the dream.
That was neither the General Dream Rout nor the Yanyuan Caimeng.
She is the Soul-Binding Officer in the Nightmare Abyss Army Corps, specializing in "Dream Soul Sealing"—[The Grieving Dream Slave Envoy].
He is a Dream Slave Refiner under the command of Yanyuan Caimeng, specializing in "completely erasing soul intent," and is responsible for transforming potential "internal rebels," "unstable individuals," and "remnant soul warriors" into [Dreamwalking Puppet Soul].
His voice, like sand crushing the soul, slowly fell:
"Dreamland is your only refuge."
Behind them, a black crystal pillar about ten feet tall suddenly rose up, with hundreds of soul threads wrapped around it, each of which was tied to a disciple of the Nether Devourer who had not yet Annihilation.
Their souls struggled, their eyes still held hope, but with each struggle, the threads of their souls burned an inch, each flame composed of "Dream Soul Abyss Flame," specifically designed to refine the soul and erode the will.
Grieving Dream Slave Envoy slowly tapped the scepter, and the black crystal pillar suddenly burst forth with dream light, binding the soul threads inch by inch into the pillar.
The elders of the Nether Devouring Hall watched helplessly as hundreds of disciples were pulled into the Dream Pillar, their souls eventually extinguished, becoming "Soul Seal" on the pillar, with Wheel-less.
"He... they... are all our disciples!" An elderly elder roared in a trembling voice, rushing out of the Soul Platform, intending to ignite his own soul and perish together with them.
"Come back!" the Lord of the Nether Devouring Hall roared, but it was too late.
A black dream nail suddenly shot out from the dream pillar, striking the elder squarely between the eyebrows.
Puff--
He stopped in his tracks, smiled, and smiled calmly.
Then his body slowly crumbled into sand, drifting away like dust, leaving no sound behind.
The surrounding Netherworld disciples fell silent, trembling with fear.
The Grieving Dream Slave Envoy turned away coldly, murmuring to herself:
"Fear is the most loyal contract."
He looked down at the Soul Platform, where the Nightmare Abyss Dream Mark were quietly expanding. Under the entire Nether Devouring Hall, an enormous Dream Pattern Soul Array began to emerge, with each line of the Soul Array seemingly depicting the word "submission".
At the same time, Yanyuan Caimeng sky, in control of the entire situation, his gaze cold and stern.
He muttered to himself:
"The Nether Devourer has submitted; the power of the Nightmare Abyss can now penetrate the Spirit Firmament Seven Domains."
Within his sleeve, a soul tablet suddenly flashed, and a dreamlike voice transmission from the distant Southern Territory reached his ears:
"Nether Abyss Dream Lord issues the order: The first phase of the Soul Slave Grand Array has been successful. The Nightmare Abyss Army can now infiltrate and divide the remaining Divine Flame forces."
Yanyuan Caimeng's brows furrowed slightly, and he smiled softly:
"Very good. Next step--"
"Entering the Soul Territory, dreams overturn the Western Heaven."
The main hall of the Nether Devouring Hall is no longer as brightly lit and vibrant with soul flames as it once was. The entire main hall is completely shrouded in dream mist, like a sleeping ancient beast, its breath filled with deathly silence and the terrified cries of souls.
The moment Yanyuan Caimeng stepped into the palace, the entire space of the hall suddenly seemed to sink.
The Lord of the Nether Devouring Hall stood tall, with many elders behind him displaying complex expressions. Everyone had already clearly seen that this one of the Eight Immortal Ancient Overseers had quietly infiltrated the entire soul consciousness defense line of the Nether Devouring Hall long before the Nightmare Abyss Army pressed in. Now, with just his aura, he could repel all the soul cultivators in the palace.
"Nightmare Abyss... The Grand Eunuch has arrived; You Shi pays his respects."
The voice, though low, was no longer arrogant; it even revealed a deep-seated awe and trembling.
Yanyuan Caimeng silent, only slowly raising his eyes. His pupils were as dark as an abyss, and his soul intent enveloped the soul consciousness of every elder and disciple present.
In an instant, a series of scenes flashed through their minds:
--The sky of the Crimson Abyss Divine Clan burned to ashes;
--A blood-red rain of souls poured down from the boundless dream sky;
--The Nightmare Abyss Army marched through the Burning City, and the last glimpse of the Crimson Abyss Sect Master's soul core being consumed by dream fire;
--And then, the black-clad figure standing atop the Crimson Abyss Clan Monument slowly waved his sleeve, silencing all souls.
This is the "Dream Reflection Soul Punishment" from Yanyuan Caimeng Interpretation.
No words were needed; simply conveying the essence of the dream to the soul was enough to make the entire sect fully understand the fate of those who disobeyed.
"The Ghostly Devourer has been revealed."
The Nether Devouring Hall spoke in a low voice, his forehead drooping, and he bowed with his hands clasped, saying no more.
The elders behind him turned pale; some opened their mouths as if to speak, but ultimately lowered their heads.
In the next instant, Yanyuan Caimeng extended his right hand, and a Soul Seal token appeared in his palm, with three ancient soul seal characters engraved on its surface:
[Dream Abyss Pact]
"Now that the Nether Devouring Hall belongs to Nightmare Abyss, it shall wield this seal and accept the souls of dreams as sacrifices."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Soul Seal flew automatically into the hand of the Nether Devouring Hall. Powerful dream energy slowly seeped into his palm and merged into his sea of consciousness.
In an instant, a "Mark of the Dream Abyss" appeared on the center of the Nether Devouring Hall's forehead.
This is -- the Dream Master Seal Mark.
From this day forward, the Nether Devouring Hall will be officially incorporated into the Nightmare Abyss Dream Domain's governance system. Soul power sacrifices will be controlled by the Dream Seal, and any rebellion will be directly detonated by the Soul Seal and reduced to ashes.
The main hall's grand formation quietly transformed, and strands of dream soul chains emerged from the ground, winding their way up the four pillars of the hall, transforming into a massive dream domain guarding the soul formation.
The Nightmare Abyss Army Corps —a million Dream Soul Soldiers—quietly arrayed themselves and took up their posts.
They moved silently, yet every step they took was like walking in a dream, crushing the last vestiges of resistance from the Ghost Devourer.
Outside the palace gates, on a distant mountain peak, several young disciples secretly gazed into the distance.
In their eyes, the once incomparably majestic sect leader, hall master, and elders now bowed their heads and allowed the enemy army to occupy the territory. Their lips trembled, but in the end, they did not utter a sound.
"... This is... the future of the Nether Devouring Hall?"
One of the disciples whispered, his eyes reddening.
But an older soul cultivator next to him grabbed his arm tightly and roared in a low voice:
"Shut up! Do you want to die?! The entire Crimson Abyss Divine Clan is gone, we... we're lucky to have survived!"
As darkness fell and the dream mist thickened, the entire Nether Devouring Hall fell into complete silence under the dream flames of the Nightmare Abyss army.
At that moment, Yanyuan Caimeng raised his head and looked up at the sky, a dark light flashing in his eyes.
He had already set his sights on the next target— the Heavenly Abyss Beast Que.
On the third day after the Nightmare Abyss Army Corps officially took up residence in the Nether Devouring Hall, a soul-piercing cry echoed from the southwest of the entire Spirit Firmament Great Realm.
It was a horn-like sound that seemed to come from the depths of a dream, long and deep, penetrating straight into the Soul Sea, startling countless cultivators from their slumber, as if they saw thousands of soul shadows walking on the summit of the Heavenly Abyss Mountain Range under the night sky.
Heavenly Abyss Beast Que, as one of the ten great soul races of the Spirit Firmament Great Realm, is renowned for its soul-binding and beast-taming techniques.
Its sect was built on the "Mysterious Abyss Rift Valley", which is teeming with ferocious beasts and roaming with soul beasts. It is one of the holy lands in the Spirit Firmament Great Realm with the richest soul beast heritage.
At this moment, the sect master of Heavenly Abyss Citadel, "Beast Venerable Xuanyin," stood atop the main gate, his expression solemn.
He gazed westward, at the sky gradually tinged with a dreamlike mist, and murmured in a low voice:
"The Nightmare Abyss Dream Army... is coming."
His voice was low and hoarse, but there was no trace of fear, only solemnity and preparation.
"Pass on my order: activate the Mysterious Abyss Ten Citadels Array, recall all the sect's Soul Contract Generals, and seal off the entire sect!"
"From this day forward, the Beast Gate will not retreat a single step!"
At the same time, Yanyuan Caimeng quietly stood in front of the Ten Thousand Beasts Cliff in the northwest of the Heavenly Abyss Mountain Range, looking at the distant mountain palace shrouded in layers of beast souls and shadows, with a half-smile.
He raised his hand, and figures clad in dream armor stepped out from the rift in the dream realm.
That was the Second Vanguard Soul Squad of the Nightmare Abyss Dream Army, specifically formed to deal with the Beast Contract lineage.
The leader was none other than the First Dream Soul General under the command of Yanyuan Caimeng.
"Nightmare Curse: Void Hoof Marquis."
He was half-beast and half-soul, with dream wings on his back and a "Dream Devouring Bone Whip" in his hand. Legend has it that he once fought against a thousand enemies single-handedly, devouring the Ten Thousand Soul Beast Clan and refining them into the source of his dream soul.
"My lord, this place... will not take ten days."
"In seven days, I will turn this Heavenly Abyss Citadel Palace into ashes."
Yanyuan Caimeng gently waved his hand, indicating that he should do as he pleased.
He said calmly:
"The sixth day."
Within the Heavenly Abyss Citadel, the Beast Venerable Xuanyin sensed the approaching dream mist and immediately summoned the four Soul Beast Commanders of the sect.
They are respectively:
•General Heavenly Chief Roaring Lion · Lie Jiao
• Nether Cold Ice Qilin · Ye Mo
• Nine Nether Abyss Devouring Tiger · Fen Feng
• Pupil-Splitting Dream Fox · Yan Dai
These four soul beasts have all transformed into half-human forms and possess combat power comparable to the Realm Lord Realm Third Stage. They are the most brilliant generation of soul beast generals in the history of the Heavenly Abyss Beast Que's soul-binding inheritance.
"The four of you, the battle ahead will likely be more complex than simply defending your sect."
Xuanyin's gaze was solemn. "Whether we live or die, it all depends on this day."
Ye Mo roared in a low voice:
"If the Dream Souls attack, let them witness the true wrath of the Beastly Souls!"
As the Meng army pressed in, the protective formation of Heavenly Abyss Citadel slowly rose, and ten divine lights of soul beasts converged, constructing the "Mysterious Abyss Ten Citadels Array Diagram" in the sky.
As the array diagram appeared, the entire Mysterious Abyss Rift Valley seemed to come alive. Countless dormant soul beasts underground suddenly opened their blood-red eyes and roared in unison, shaking the heavens and the earth!
Nightmare Curse Lord of the Void licked his lips and chuckled softly as he watched this scene.
"How interesting... However, this dream is your final dream."
Behind him, thousands of dream soldiers roared into action, and the dream soul army swept towards the Mysterious Abyss Rift Valley like a tidal wave. A war of annihilation of beasts and burning of souls was about to begin!