Free Web NovelChapter 259: Chapter 257: Dream... Emperor
BOOM! RUMBLE!
Hit by a powerful external impact, the Shuangxiang Blessed Land quaked violently.
Even the red bricks and green tiles of the core palace fell to the ground.
Fang Yang had no time to examine the blurry, indistinct phantom of the Spirit Body. The Sacred Artifact, the Flame Robe, was now making its debut!
"Flame Robe, the Double Void Acupoint is complete! Hurry up and acknowledge your master!" the Tiger Flood Dragon Earth Spirit urged, its voice strained.
The moment its voice fell, an intense heat surged through the area.
At the source of the heat was a crimson robe. Faint tiger stripes were visible on it, and it had a cape attached to the shoulders.
Within the robe, a special Anomalous Flame flowed like divine light—fierce, vibrant, and scorching beyond compare.
The Fire Dao Sacred Artifact—the Flame Robe!
Fang Yang’s expression was calm as he reached out and grabbed it.
In an instant, the fierce and vibrant crimson robe draped itself over him.
As his thoughts shifted, the robe transformed rapidly, appearing as if it had coalesced from a great river of molten lava.
Lava rippled across its surface, depicting scenes of volcanoes on the verge of eruption.
Moreover, divine rings of condensed firelight appeared around the robe. They floated like the sashes of an immortal’s garment, drifting as if riding the wind, making Fang Yang look like a Fire God descending upon the world.
"Master, I’ll lend you a hand!"
The Tiger Flood Dragon Earth Spirit roared, sending the Soul of an ancient Sword Flood Dragon into the robe.
Not only that, but it also sent what little Cyan Raisin Immortal Essence it had left into the robe.
At the same time, the phantom in Fang Yang’s second void acupoint suddenly erupted with divine light.
Within a breath, Fang Yang’s appearance changed drastically. He transformed into an ancient Sword Flood Dragon, possessing the power of a Saint!
An ancient Sword Flood Dragon—a silver Flood Dragon.
The Flood Dragon’s entire body shimmered with brilliant silver light. Its horns were as sharp as spears, its eyes were pure white, its fangs and claws were terrifyingly ferocious, and its overlapping scales radiated a metallic luster.
Its body stretched for thousands of meters, long and slender with graceful, flowing lines, and it exuded a truly chilling, sharp intent.
’This is the power of a Saint. It’s truly intoxicating,’ Fang Yang thought, captivated by the immense power coursing through his body.
Even if it was just an illusion of power, it was something he had now truly experienced.
Beside him, the Tiger Flood Dragon Earth Spirit looked on with even greater awe.
"Tiger Flood Dragon, let them all in."
After a deep Flood Dragon’s cry, he immediately swung his tail and charged outward.
Within a Blessed Land, as long as one did not break its limits, the owner naturally possessed an invincible power akin to the Celestial Dao itself.
And so, at this moment, having become the master of the Shuangxiang Blessed Land, he was like an immortal or a god within its domain.
The great reckoning begins now!
The next moment, Shuangxiang Mountain split open.
The gates to the Blessed Land swung wide, and the energies of heaven and earth surged like a tide, frantically pouring through the entrance.
Seeing this, the group of transcendent Saints in the sky all smiled with nonchalant ease.
They descended gracefully, intending to hunt down the Shuangxiang Blessed Land and Fang Yang himself.
Some transformed into bolts of lightning, some stood atop longswords, and others rode the clouds and mist. Each displayed their own abilities, appearing as mystical as the gods and immortals from storybooks.
Streaks of flowing light and divine radiance shot through the Blessed Land’s gates, whistling as they went.
In a flash, more than ten Saints charged into the Shuangxiang Blessed Land, leaving only two or three of the most cautious ones unwilling to step inside.
"I am the Master of Shuangxiang. Who dares to kill me? Who *can* kill me?" Fang Yang exhaled, repeating his earlier words.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he activated the heaven and earth power of the Blessed Land, forcibly sealing the surrounding space.
Then, he lunged forward. His razor-sharp Sword Qi, vast as an ocean and inescapable as a prison, completely submerged the mortal plane with chilling killing intent.
The faces of the Saints changed. The insignificant ant, by some unknown means, could actually stand shoulder-to-shoulder with them!
"Threaten me?"
With a thrust of his dragon horn, Fang Yang decisively impaled and killed a great mage wearing a Golden Kasaya.
How brutal!
A Saint had actually fallen, just like that?!
The other Saints either roared in fury or unleashed their power.
While fighting Fang Yang, they also tried to shatter the Blessed Land’s pocket dimension and return to the real world.
But Fang Yang, aided by various external forces, was truly holding his own against the Saints, repeatedly forcing them into difficult positions.
The sky itself trembled, and the clouds were blasted apart. A phantom Immortal Sword appeared, mottled with green copper rust, yet pulsing with silver light from within.
"A Young Venerable?"
The Tiger Flood Dragon Earth Spirit’s jaw dropped, its face a mask of shock. "I only wanted him to protect the Blessed Land..."
That’s right. The Tiger Flood Dragon Earth Spirit’s original plan was for Fang Yang to defend the Blessed Land from the Saints’ assault.
It never expected that Fang Yang’s method of protecting the Blessed Land would be to turn the tables and hunt the Saints instead.
Although only two Saints ultimately fell at Fang Yang’s hands.
But this was still so outrageous that the Tiger Flood Dragon Earth Spirit felt faint with happiness.
’What incredible luck have I stumbled into, to have acknowledged such an extraordinary, peerless talent as my master?’
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「The Real World」
Wind Peng Dojo, inside the White Frost Stone House.
On the bed, the sleeping Fang Yang’s eyelids trembled slightly, followed by a faint twitch of the five fingers on his right hand.
Just then, inside the True Essence Sea of his Void Acupoint, the Carp Eagle Divine Feather began to glow with a sacred light.
This strange phenomenon immediately caused the True Essence Sea to tremble, and even made some of his True Essence flow toward his heart, triggering another change.
As time passed, he slowly opened his eyes and returned to reality.
He shook his head, still sorting through his thoughts.
’I succeeded.’
’I successfully passed the dream trial.’
’And because of that, I obtained the Tier Seven opportunity.’
’That Tier Seven opportunity was the method for creating a Double Void Acupoint.’
’No, it wasn’t just the method. The second void acupoint actually materialized—turning illusion into reality—and manifested in the real world!’
’This is the terrifying power of the Dream Dao. It’s completely illogical.’
’Another true inheritance from the Ecstasy Demon Venerable.’
Fang Yang’s gaze was deep as he thought, ’Could it be? Am I the Demon Son the Human Desire Cult has been dreaming of finding?’
He shook his head, dismissing the thought.
’Why would I become a reviled thief of the Demon Dao when I can be a righteous prodigy who legally infringes on others’ benefits? It’s not like I’m crazy.’
At this moment, he closed his eyes and focused his consciousness on his second void acupoint.
Within the second void acupoint, a blurry silhouette of light floated.
This silhouette existed both here and on the other shore, as if the entire river of time flowed beneath His feet.
[Phantom of the Dream Emperor]
He wore a white-feathered immortal crown, a black imperial robe, a Ruyi Red Gold Sword at his waist, and cloud-walking shoes of lotus-root silk...
Transcendent and aloof, he stood with imposing pride over the world!
Around Him, nine-colored immortal light shot to the heavens, and all things submitted as if He were the very incarnation of the sky.
At that moment, his ’Seek Fortune, Avoid Misfortune’ talent flared to life, causing streams of information to flow into Fang Yang’s mind:
"The Dream Emperor, the first living being born in the legendary Dream World, can be called a Dream Spirit."
"Because He possesses all kinds of immense powers and tyrannical strength, He is venerated by countless beings as—the Emperor!"
"The transformation of the Dream Emperor’s phantom depends on the dreams He devours and digests."
"The more dreams He devours and digests, and the higher their quality, the higher the Dream Emperor’s phantom will naturally rank up."
"If you clear and devour a Venerable’s Dream World, He can become a Dream Dao Immortal Body!"
"Currently, the Dream Emperor’s phantom is only a Grade B Spirit Body, but it possesses some peculiar Dream Dao functions, and can be called a Dream Dao Pioneer!"
"These Dream Dao functions include, for example, allowing a Cultivator to enter a dream and scout the upcoming scenes and objects within it, but it cannot detect what the Cultivator will encounter..."
An immense flow of information frantically battered Fang Yang’s Soul.
Shock appeared in his eyes, and his mind trembled.
Because he knew that this phantom of the Dream Emperor, born in his second void acupoint, would be another huge asset in his quest to surpass Sen Wei and Sen Yue!
