I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 179 A Dream Within a Dream (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
How could this be?
Jiang Yi didn't understand. She had already used the "Dream Separation Technique" from the Sleeping Immortal Skill, yet she still hadn't gotten out?

Jiang Yi tried the 'Dream Separation Technique' again, but to no avail. The entire dream world was sealed off by an impenetrable, thick barrier, with no gaps or flaws to be found.

This is definitely due to strong external intervention.

Is it really the Dream Fairy Cult?
Fortunately, she had made some preparations before coming in, which would hold out for a while.

"Wushuang! Wake up!"

Jiang Yi's voice seemed to be muffled and unclear, as if it were coming through a thick fog.

Xin Wushuang couldn't hear anything. All she could see was that her elder brother Xin Changgeng's forehead was covered in blood and gore. His movements were getting slower and slower until he finally froze into a stone statue, with a desperate plea still lingering on his face.

Second Sister Xin Yuehe's body began to melt, flowing like wax and merging with the pool of blood on the ground.

The scene inside the room began to distort. The walls seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, stretched to both sides, and the roof collapsed, revealing a pitch-black night sky. But there were no stars in that night sky, only a huge scarlet eye, coldly looking down at her.

"Peerless! This is a dream!"

The bloodshot eyes in the sky made Jiang Yi's hair stand on end. She shook Xin Wushuang's shoulders with all her might, but Xin Wushuang's body was as heavy as lead and could not be moved.

A black blood vessel descended from the bloodshot eye and silently pierced Xin Wushuang's head.

The dream is devouring Xin Wushuang's soul!

Xin Wushuang's breathing became increasingly rapid, and the true energy within her body began to spiral out of control, rampaging through her meridians.

Fine black veins appeared under her skin, spreading like a spider web, but she felt no pain.

She only saw her younger sister, Xin Xiaoman, huddled in a corner, her small body enveloped in shadows that writhed like living things, gradually covering her mouth and nose.

Xin Xiaoman looked up and gave her a strange smile.

"Third sister, why didn't you save us?"

Her voice was no longer that of a child, but rather a mixture of countless screams, sharp and piercing.

Xin Wushuang's sea of ​​consciousness began to tremble, her mind felt as if it were being pierced by countless needles, the intense pain made her arch her back, and suppressed groans escaped her throat.

The signs of going astray in cultivation are becoming increasingly obvious.

Jiang Yi attempted to cast a spell, but in Xin Wushuang's dream, she had no abilities at the moment. She needed to first gain the approval of Xin Wushuang, the owner of the dream, and be given an identity before she could unleash the abilities corresponding to that identity.

Those cultivators who are parasitized by the Dream Immortal Cult and are unable to extricate themselves from the dream world are the masters of the dream world, the chosen ones of the dream world, because they can have their wishes fulfilled in the dream world.

As long as the manipulators behind it all obscure their senses and prevent them from ever realizing that this is a dream, they will remain trapped in this illusion.

Xin Wushuang's pupils gradually turned blood-red, and his aura became violent. His spiritual energy leaked out uncontrollably, tearing the furniture in the room to pieces.

Jiang Yi was also forced back, her clothes were torn, and several bloody marks were left on her body.

Xin Wushuang remained kneeling on the ground, completely oblivious. One by one, the corpses of her family members rose, surrounding her, staring at her with empty eyes, their lips moving, repeating the same sentence.

Why didn't you save us?

The sound grew louder and louder, exploding in her mind like thunder.

Xin Wushuang clutched her head in anguish, struggling desperately.

Zheng!
A clear, resonant sword cry suddenly tore through the deathly silence, like a thunderclap splitting the chaos.

Jiang Yi formed a sword with his fingers, and a dazzling cold light burst forth from his fingertips. The black blood vessel that had pierced Xin Wushuang's brow snapped instantly, twisting and dissipating into black smoke in mid-air.

Xin Wushuang trembled violently, and her unfocused pupils suddenly contracted.

She seemed to be pulled back from an abyss; the afterimage of her mother crashing into the pillar, her second sister's blood-stained hair, and her eldest brother's desperate cries all vanished in the sword light.

"Ayi?"

The hoarse call was trembling with disbelief, and Xin Wushuang saw that the golden light between Jiang Yi's eyebrows had not yet dissipated.

Those usually lazy eyes were now sharp as swords, reflecting her pale face.

"Fortunately, I didn't slack off on this!" Jiang Yi said wearily.

She hadn't fully mastered the technique of transforming divine sense into a sword; she couldn't yet control it with perfect ease. She had tried three times before finally succeeding once.

Xin Wushuang looked around. The room was deathly silent. There was no blood, no corpses, and no wailing.

Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Xin Wushuang raised her hand and touched her face; her fingertips were dry, without any tear stains.

Looking up at the roof, there were only black beams, no scarlet eyes.

Outside the window, the night was deep and the stars were sparse.

Xin Wushuang took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, but the excruciating pain from just now seemed to be branded deep in her soul, lingering for a long time.

"We're trapped in your dream..." Jiang Yi quickly and concisely explained the situation to Xin Wushuang. At this moment, she really wanted to curse the Lazy Immortal for being so lazy.

The second level of the Sleeping Immortal Technique, "A Dream of Yellow Millet," aside from the "Entering the Dream Technique" and the "Leaving the Dream Technique," offers no detailed explanation and doesn't introduce the special features of the dream; it's all just "too lazy to explain in detail."

At this moment, Jiang Yi could only rely on the knowledge he had acquired from various sources in his previous life, combined with common sense about the cultivation world, to make bold inferences.

"Wushuang, listen to me carefully now. Your family is fine. I set up a formation around your house before I came in. Hua Gu, Hong Li, and even your Wanli are still outside. Moreover, I've tied you up!"

Xin Wushuang blinked blankly, wanting to ask why, but Jiang Yi's trembling pupils made her realize that the situation was very serious.

“I don’t know if Pu Ning has told you about the Dream Immortal Sect before, but in any case, we must leave your dream world first. From the moment you have the thought of leaving, the entire dream world will do everything in its power to stop you. So after you leave here, no matter what you encounter or see, you must listen to me, understand?”

Xin Wushuang nodded earnestly with a serious expression.

Jiang Yi pulled Xin Wushuang up from the ground, looked into her eyes, and gave her a psychological suggestion.

"Once we leave Wuliu Village, we can escape this dream!"

Jiang Yi speculated that the nightmare was based on Xin Wushuang's memories and cognition to complete the dream world. Xin Wushuang was very familiar with what her front door looked like, and even the village houses and roads around her house. She couldn't say that she could escape by leaving the yard, so she could only try going outside the village first.

As long as Xin Wushuang doesn't try to imagine what the outside of the village looks like, the nightmare won't be able to complete the scene, and the dream will have a flaw. She can then try using the Divine Sense Sword and the Dream Separation Technique together, and there's a high probability that she can tear open a gap.

Even if Xin Wushuang can't get out, she can still go out and think of a way.

"Wushuang, tell me first, who am I?"

Xin Wushuang was puzzled but complied, and said earnestly, "You are Jiang Yi."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Yi's clothes changed, becoming the white robe embroidered with spider lilies that she wore when she left the sect. Her cultivation level in the early stage of Foundation Establishment was restored, and the Green Vine Whip and Water Gourd also appeared at her waist.

However, there was no Yin-Yang Pendant, and the belt was not a storage belt. This was probably because Xin Wushuang did not know the function of the Yin-Yang Pendant and that she had a storage belt, so she could not give it to her in the dream.

When she entered the dream, the one who bound Xin Wushuang was the Green Vine Whip. Xin Wushuang had seen her use it during those days of traveling in the mountains.

With just the Green Vine Whip and his cultivation level, he had enough to at least have some ability to protect himself.

"Alright, let's go!"

The two rushed out of the courtyard, and the gate slammed shut behind them.

The village of Wuliu was quiet and eerie under the cover of night, the outlines of the houses collapsing like melted wax.

Xin Wushuang saw those familiar haystacks and withered trees wriggling and sprouting pale, bony spurs, with foul-smelling pus oozing from the cracks in the bark.

"what is that?"

The sounds of sticky water echoed around them as a dozen villagers crawled out of their homes, their limbs bent at bizarre angles, their necks stretched to over three feet long, and their heads drooping over their chests.

Jiang Yi gripped the green vine whip tightly and swept across the mountains. The villagers were instantly whipped into black ashes, which then transformed into countless black beetles that flapped their wings and flew towards the two of them.

Jiang Yi whipped his whip in mid-air, the whip's shadow leaping like a dragon, the sound shaking the surrounding area, and the resulting sound waves knocking down the countless black beetles.

"go!"

Jiang Yi pulled Xin Wushuang, but Xin Wushuang stood still. A thin crack appeared on the back of her right hand, and black lines spread along the blood vessels like living things, quickly covering her entire arm. Swollen lumps bulged under her skin.

"Ayi, what's moving inside my body? They're... they're drilling into my dantian."

Xin Wushuang opened her eyes wide in horror. This was the first time she had faced a demon. This time, Jiang Yi couldn't cover Xin Wushuang's eyes like she had done with Shen Puning last time.

"These are the things from the North Sea Demon Tide. Wushuang, listen to me. As long as you are not afraid and do not let fear fill your heart, these things will not be able to affect you."

"it is good!"

Xin Wushuang answered crisply and decisively. She took a deep breath, and her eyes instantly became as clear as a cold pool.

The menacing black lines and the moving lumps receded like a tide, and the skin regained its fair complexion.

Jiang Yi couldn't help but glance at her. To be able to control her emotions so well, Xin Wushuang's willpower was simply astonishing.

The overwhelming horde of monsters attacked again, their twisted limbs writhing in the darkness.

Jiang Yi suddenly had a flash of inspiration and lowered her voice, saying, "As long as you are determined, these demons are no match for you."

The real monsters of the North Sea would certainly not be so easily defeated, but this is not the North Sea, it is Xin Wushuang's dream.

Before he finished speaking, Xin Wushuang had already taken out the Sky-Splitting Bow from his storage bracelet.

She straightened her back, drew the bow to its fullest extent, and stared intently at all the terrifying monsters with lightning speed. As the bowstring vibrated, a golden arrow wrapped in cyan wind patterns shot out from the sky.

Wherever the arrow passed, golden light burst forth, and those terrifying demons were indeed reduced to ashes as if they were made of paper.

Indeed, they were utterly vulnerable.

(End of this chapter)