I picked up the scattered attributes

"Who are you?!"

"Wind Summer!"

"Have not heard!"

The powerful general, whose body was shrouded in mist, shook his head, turned around, and walked back towards the Forsaken Ancient Land. At the same time, his figure gradually dissipated.

Outside the Forsaken Ancient Land, Feng Xia was completely stunned.

He had considered every possible scenario, but he hadn't anticipated this one at all—

Ancestor Chenhai... doesn't recognize him?!

Originally, according to his plan, even if Ancestor Chenhai didn't acknowledge him as his "disciple"...

But at the very least, you should have some impression of him!

Or is it that in just one year, Old Ancestor Chenhai's condition has deteriorated to the extreme, directly manifesting as a different world version of Alzheimer's disease?

"Something's wrong, something's very wrong..."

After a brief moment of distraction, Feng Xia gritted his teeth and then activated the "Floating Dream Three Lives Technique". His soul power transformed into primordial chaos, and the green lotus helped people cross the world. A divine light swept towards the cloud and mist warrior!

At this point, the towering cloud-soldier generals had almost completely vanished.

However, the fluctuations caused by Feng Xia's attack made him stop in his tracks. As if sensing something, he turned his head to look over with a hint of surprise.

"This blue lotus..."

He seemed to be touched, gazing at the blue lotus that drifted by.

In that instant, he felt as if a million explosions had occurred in his mind, with boundless chaos surging. Then, the chaos suddenly exploded, and the first ray of light that pierced the heavens and the earth appeared!

"Ancestor...I...this is..."

The voice coming from the giant's mouth was no longer as old as before, but had become more youthful and vigorous, full of a soaring fighting spirit!

It was as if a completely different young soul was inside that body!

The next instant, the entire cloud army vanished completely, as if it had never existed.

The gods abandoned the ancient land, leaving only Feng Xia standing there, lost in thought.

"What's going on? Does Master really not remember me?"

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Xia muttered something under her breath.

He activated the "Floating Dream Three Lives Technique" and used the Primordial Lotus Seed Divine Power to prove his identity.

Unfortunately, the situation still exceeded his expectations.

Ancestor Chenhai clearly reacted, but it was somewhat different from what he had expected. The old man seemed to remember something, yet he also seemed to remember nothing at all. Before he could even finish a sentence, the power he projected from the Forsaken Ancient Land dissipated.

"That gap has closed, and it won't be easy to contact Master again."

Feng Xia's gaze swept in all directions.

The sea of ​​clouds above the abyss was rapidly dissipating, and the roar of the Supreme Demon Dragon Emperor had also faded into the distance.

An unprecedented sense of bewilderment lingered in his mind, and no matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn't find a reasonable explanation.

"Could it be that Master has really developed dementia after being suppressed for so long?"

Despite feeling utterly bewildered, Feng Xia breathed a sigh of relief.

At the very least, Ancestor Chenhai is safe and sound—the latter half still needs to be verified, but at least the first half is fine.

Feng Xia even had a vague premonition that Ancestor Chen Hai seemed to have become stronger than before.

Look, even the body that embodies the will of the Supreme Demon Dragon Emperor is being held in his hand and rubbed around like a child!

Even though much of this was thanks to the ancient land abandoned by the gods...

But for a former invincible powerhouse to have fallen to such a state, it's not easy for the Supreme Demon Dragon Emperor.

"If we look at it from another angle, perhaps Master's cultivation has reached a critical stage, or perhaps it's some kind of special period?"

Feng Xia gradually found a possible direction: "I remember Master once mentioned that when he was at the height of his power during the Dark Ages, his cultivation had already reached the mid-stage of the Divine Bridge Realm. If he hadn't been suppressed, he would have been able to prepare for the Divine Realm soon..."

It should be noted that Ancestor Chenhai is a cultivator of the Soul Path, and his cultivation path differs from that of ordinary supernatural beings.

As time goes by, the cultivation and magical power of ordinary supernatural beings are constantly being depleted because they cannot be replenished. Therefore, there is only one possibility: they will regress instead of progress.

Ancestor Chenhai was different.

The trials of time and the sculpting of years may very well allow his spirit to be elevated and undergo an incredible transformation, leading him to a realm beyond the mortal world!

"Could it be that practitioners of the 'Floating Dream Three Lives Technique' will naturally encounter such a calamity on their path to the divine realm?"

Feng Xia wasn't entirely certain about this guess.

As far as he knew, the moment the primordial spirit leaped across the divine bridge, a divine tribulation would indeed befall them.

However, it was different from the descriptions in many novels before he transmigrated.

The so-called divine tribulation is not a sudden burst of heavenly thunder and earthly fire, but a more complex calamity. Generally speaking, it often involves all aspects, such as the cultivation methods and great paths of those with supernatural powers!

In a sense, the divine tribulation is not a tribulation sent down by heaven and earth, but a tribulation originating from the supernatural being himself, equivalent to the outbreak of various hidden dangers accumulated in the past!

If one's foundation is not solid enough, one may suffer from qi deviation, and in severe cases, one may die on the spot.

“Master’s condition is clearly not right. He may have encountered a divine tribulation! However, a divine tribulation is a tribulation for the supernatural being himself. And with the Forsaken Land of Gods in between, even if I wanted to help, I would be powerless to do so.”

Feng Xia let out a long breath, his words unconsciously tinged with worry.

If dealt with under normal circumstances, he believed that Ancestor Chenhai would definitely be able to safely pass through the divine tribulation. With a useless body that could not cultivate normally, he was able to comprehend a technique like the "Floating Dream Three Lives Technique" that directly leads to the divine realm. Ancestor Chenhai's talent and ability far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people.

The only problem is that it seems like Old Ancestor Chenhai has lost his mind.

This is not a joke, nor is it a vague statement.

As the creator of the "Floating Dream Three Lives Technique", Ancestor Chenhai never cultivated it to the Divine Realm. He only deduced the Divine Realm level of cultivation method based on the existing framework and system!

Whether or not one can succeed remains to be seen until further cultivation.

"If they just forgot me, that would be fine, but if they forgot the cultivation method as well, then that would be a real problem..."

Just as Feng Xia frowned in deep thought, deep within the Forsaken Ancient Land, a towering ancient tree pierced the sky, and beneath the tree, an old man with white hair opened his eyes.

He looked at the small insect beside him with a puzzled expression, and then slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"I've been practicing the 'Floating Dream Three Lives Technique' of the Ancestor a lot... and I've been having more and more dreams lately."

He dreamt of his youth, of the time when the "Three Lives of Floating Dreams" was first created and was still full of loopholes and flaws!

……

Chapter 0522

"A dream spanning thousands of years, what year is it tonight?"

After a long silence, Ancestor Chenhai let out a long, melancholy sigh: "Through three lifetimes of dreams and three awakenings, I finally realized who I am!"

After a long sigh, Ancestor Chenhai turned his gaze to the small insect beside him:

"Little Yan Yan..."

"While the Ancestor was asleep, you were trying to find a way to leave this place again, weren't you?"

The demon dragon emperor, now shrunk to about a foot long, seemed to recall something, and upon hearing these words, it trembled involuntarily a few times.

Ancestor Chenhai continued, "You don't need to explain. I understand everything. Back then, you were just as stubborn. Even though you were the quietest one, you always wanted to silently shoulder everything."

"..."

"However, you don't need to worry too much. We've already tried everything we could. If we could leave this godforsaken place, would our ancestor still be in this wretched state?"

"........."

"On another note, it seems that being trapped here for too long has made the Ancestor more sentimental, and recently he has been having frequent dreams about the time when the Lingyun era ended and we fought side by side..."

"..."

The old man sat cross-legged on the ground, then seemed to feel uncomfortable. He shifted his position, scratched his toes, and then continued to mutter to himself with satisfaction, "Back then, my ancestor often had dreams. In those dreams, chaos was quelled, evil was banished, and light shone eternally..."

It was during that period that he experienced boundless joy and sorrow, repeatedly traversing the mortal world in his dreams, crossing countless dimensions of time and space, and finally creating a cultivation technique that led directly to the divine realm—

The Floating Dream Three Lives Technique!

Looking back now, those days seem like a distant dream.

"Speaking of which, it seems that the ancestor saw someone in a dream..."

As he spoke, the old man recalled his dream in detail: "It seemed to be a very familiar person, and they even said something in the dream!"

He couldn't help but squint, his brows furrowing and relaxing intermittently.

"That's weird! That's weird!"

The more carefully he tried to recall, the more blurred the details of the dream became. He didn't know if this was how dreams were supposed to be, or if some unseen force was preventing him from continuing to recall the details.

A certain intuition told him that it was a rather important matter.

But at this very moment, he couldn't remember a single thing!

Only a figure could be vaguely seen, shrouded in a dreamlike light and shadow, shouting incessantly, as if trying to tell him something important.

Unfortunately, the endless, mottled light surged in, not only obscuring the person's true appearance but also preventing their voice from reaching them.