Mortal: Li Feiyu, who came from the realm of a supreme being

After a short while, Li Feiyu's breathing returned to normal. The ambush just now seemed dangerous, but in reality, he wasn't even scratched. However, firing the bow repeatedly had taken a toll on his mental energy. It must be said that the combination of the [Six Ding Heavenly Armor Talisman] and the [Azure Heavenly Bow] was so domineering that it was intoxicating. He could simply sit firmly in the formation and keep shooting at his target.

Even if Han Li, who is in the late stage of Core Formation, were here, he would probably have no other way but to break the formation and escape.

"How is our young master Wang doing?" Li Feiyu stood up and dusted off non-existent dust.

"Our lives are safe, and we have enough resources to continue the plan." Xin Ruyin's voice came from the shadows, tinged with hesitation, "But... isn't this too risky?"

"Since the plan has come to this point, a few risks are worth taking." Li Feiyu smiled faintly, her tone confident. "Besides, my 'Dream Weaving Technique' is not so easy to crack."

Xin Ruyin remained silent for a moment, then stopped trying to persuade him. Han Yunshu had specifically told her: once Li Feiyu made up his mind, there was no point in trying to persuade him; he had his own plans.

After a while, she spoke again: "The short-range teleportation array has been set up."

Li Feiyu nodded and walked towards Wang Chan, who was imprisoned by an array and had his eyes closed, not far away. He didn't waste time compiling any complicated cultivation techniques or incantations; that would be too much trouble and could lead to unforeseen problems.

Since the hidden dangers of the "Soul Transfer Technique" and the "Shadow Stealing Divine Skill" have already been sown, it wouldn't hurt to add another technique, the "Dream Weaving Technique," which can be dealt with together in the future.

He extended his index finger and gently touched Wang Chan's brow.

A faint light flickered at the fingertips, and a wisp of extremely faint soul energy was quietly extracted—one soul and three spirits separated from the body, leaving the consciousness in a more easily penetrated, incomplete state.

Instead of painstakingly imparting knowledge, it's better to directly weave a dream that is realistic enough and deadly enough.

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Dreamland: Six Realms.

Wang Chan "awakens" here and finds himself in a strange world where martial arts reign supreme. With the foundation of the Blood Spirit Technique, he struggles through the initial missions and successfully begins martial arts cultivation. Using the domineering and unparalleled sword technique "Seven Limits of Devouring Heaven and Earth" as his foundation, he breaks through all the way to the perfect state of the Nine Apertures of Heaven.

However, a "death mission" was about to begin. His teammates, whom he respected and fought alongside, died one after another, and he too was plunged into a desperate situation.

At this moment, he was locked in a deadly battle with a terrifying demon king whose methods were strikingly similar to those of a cultivator from his previous life. Devouring the heavens! Annihilating the earth! His blade flashed like a prison, each strike delivered with all his might, as he fought to carve a path to survival!

"Roar—!" The demon king roared fiercely, his attack overwhelming.

Wang Chan was covered in blood, his true energy nearly depleted, yet his eyes burned with a frenzied fighting spirit. He roared, his voice echoing across the land: "In my life, Wang Chan, I neither care about the past nor seek the future, but only a life of glory and vengeance! Even if I die today, I will surely slay you!"

All his life's skills, along with his indomitable will, were poured into the long sword in his hand, which seemed to devour everything.

"Test my seventh move of the Seven Limits of Devouring Heaven and Earth—Breaking the Sea!"

As the blade surged, the void seemed to transform into a raging torrent, threatening to shatter everything!

Just as the ultimate move was about to be unleashed, and his mind and sword intent reached their peak—a familiar yet strange tremor suddenly exploded from the depths of his soul! It was as if he had touched a "boundary" that should never exist!

Wang Chan trembled violently, and all the illusions receded like the tide.

He was stunned.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation? Good Deeds? The Seven Limits? Born with Nine Apertures?

Fake...all fake?!

Is it a dream? But why does it feel so real?! Every detail, every feeling of life-or-death struggle, every bit of growth in skill is terrifyingly clear!

However, when he saw the scene before him clearly, a chilling absurdity and terror instantly gripped his heart.

The devastated Yanjiabao.

The ruins were broken, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and the stench of blood was so thick it was impossible to dispel.

Those "demons" and "powerful enemies" who died under his "blade" were none other than members of the Yan family and their retainers!

The old man before him, with his weakened aura, a terrifying knife wound on his chest, and glaring at him with a mixture of shock and anger, was no demon king at all. He was clearly the patriarch of the Yan family!

That dream, so rough, so awkward, and so vaguely familiar... why did I never notice it before? Why did I believe it so deeply, until I was suddenly jolted awake just now?

In a flash, he understood.

There is no time.

This lucidity is nothing more than a final burst of energy before death.

He slowly turned his stiff neck, his gaze finally landing on a pale-faced, exquisitely beautiful girl with eyes full of horror not far away.

That was Yan Ruyan, the Daoist partner he had chosen to cultivate the Blood Spirit Technique with.

Ah... I see.

The so-called "death mission" was nothing more than a massacre at Yan Family Fortress. The so-called "demon king" was none other than the patriarch of the Yan family. And all of this resembled a meticulously orchestrated, utterly ironic drama.

"Ha...hehe...how laughable!"

A low laugh escaped from Wang Chan's throat, initially suppressed, then growing uncontrollably louder.

"Haha...hahaha...hahahahahaha!!!"

The laughter grew louder and more manic, echoing across the desolate ruins, filled with a chilling absurdity, resentment, bitterness, and the ultimate despair of finally understanding everything yet being powerless to reverse the situation.

Amidst his hysterical laughter, his body crumbled like a weathered sand sculpture, turning into ashes and dissipating into the air.

Only two golden pills, with eerie colors and seemingly flowing with viscous blood-red light, remained, quietly suspended in mid-air, emanating an ominous yet powerful aura.

The survivors of Yan Family Fortress were still in shock, staring blankly at the two strange golden pills, at a loss for what to do.

Just then, the golden core suddenly moved, transforming into two streaks of blood that shot towards a person emerging from the shadows of the ruins not far away.

It was a young man in a blue robe wearing a strange wooden mask. He easily reached out and took the two golden pills into his palm, placing them into a jade box that had been prepared beforehand.

"Indeed, the pills nurtured with the 'familiar formula' are the purest and most perfect." He muttered to himself, as if appreciating a work of art.

In his previous life, his teammate who practiced "Myriad Paths of the Forest" filled the Dao of "Destruction" with "Seven Limits of Devouring Heaven and Earth," making it extremely powerful. Li Feiyu had sparred with him many times and was very familiar with the essence of his swordsmanship.

Instead of going to the trouble of compiling the seven limits into a cultivation method that this world can practice, it would be better to let Wang Chan directly use the power he is most "familiar" with.

As for the two golden cores of the same origin that were pre-embedded in his body, they served as "fuel" for forcibly simulating the inner world and circulating that domineering sword intent.

Magic power is ultimately not true qi. Forcibly operating it according to the internal laws of martial arts is tantamount to setting oneself on fire.

The cultivator's fragile body simply could not withstand such devastating stimulation.

And this is the ultimate destruction—using martial arts imbued with the intent to destroy the world to complete a grand self-destruction.

Wang Chan was able to endure until the climax of the dream not only because the dream itself sustained her, but also because Li Feiyu secretly channeled a lot of life energy into her to "extend her life."

The reason for leading him back to Yan Family Fortress was twofold: firstly, a true, all-out battle was needed to catalyze the perfection of the Dao of Destruction; secondly, it was also for this very moment.

When Wang Chan went berserk in his "dream" and stormed into Yan Family Fortress, no one could stop him.

With two golden cores of the same origin in his abdomen, and driven by his cultivation technique, he was like a war god, killing Foundation Establishment cultivators with almost a single strike.

The Yan family patriarch was forced to reveal himself in an attempt to stop it, but Wang Chan mistook him for a "demon king" and unleashed the Seven Limits of Devouring Heaven and Earth without reservation. The Yan family patriarch was hesitant to act because of Wang Chan's identity and because he had already offended the seven sects. Moreover, he did not expect the sword technique to be so terrifying, and was seriously injured.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the arena was frozen solid.

Li Feiyu put away the jade box, raised his eyes to look at the pale-faced and erratic Yan family patriarch, his eyes behind the mask calm and unwavering.

The Yan family patriarch suppressed the excruciating pain in his chest and the churning of his blood, his voice hoarse and carrying a chilling undercurrent: "Not long ago, the Li brothers, who had made a life-or-death vow with my Yan family... presumably also perished at your hands?"

Li Feiyu smiled gently, his tone frank: "Alas, the two seniors have generously offered their pills, yet I can only process them with such a crude method. I am truly ashamed."

The Yan family patriarch's face did not become more gloomy; instead, it instantly lost its color, revealing an almost pale and solemn expression.

The murderous intent in his eyes was like ice, but a deeper sense of dread surged like a tide, almost drowning out that cold killing intent.

The masked man in the blue robe before us is so ruthless and cunning that he can be said to be even more ruthless than the demonic path.

Is this person really only at the Foundation Establishment stage? Those two golden cores just now should belong to the Li brothers.

So, he first captured Wang Chan outside, then waited for the Li brothers to come and look after her, taking the opportunity to kill her and steal her elixir. Finally, he implanted the two golden pills into Wang Chan's body. Is this a case of refining elixirs using a human?

Such a method is unheard of, so bizarre that its purpose remains a mystery.

There have been too many changes today. The Yan family patriarch had planned his entire life, but he never imagined that such a variable would appear in the game between the seven factions and six sects of Yue.

The other party has a history of killing to steal elixir, and might even be showing up now to kill him... No, I can't just sit here and wait to die!

Although he was seriously injured, his opponent was only in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. Even if the opponent might have a powerful treasure, he might still have a chance to fight back if he suddenly attacked!

But Li Feiyu said, "Ancestor Yan, please don't be nervous. I have no ill intentions. I also regret what happened to Wang Chan, but Yan Family Fort betrayed the cultivators of the seven sects first. Now that they have been affected by our plan and suffered some casualties, it can be considered that they have repaid their karma."

"You arrogant brat! Do you think the Ghost Spirit Sect will let this go?" The Yan family patriarch's face was gloomy.

Li Feiyu did not activate the [Six Ding Heavenly Armor Talisman] at this moment. Before he reached the Outer Realm, anyone who saw that talisman, unless they were someone he approved of, could only be killed. However, all the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples present, including the Twelve Guards, were killed by Wang Chan. The Yan Family Fortress also lost two-thirds of its Foundation Establishment cultivators, and the Yan Family Ancestor was seriously injured.

Whether it's the Core Formation stage or the Foundation Establishment stage, as long as it's a ground-based fighting style, it makes little difference to him. If the Yan family patriarch were to escape with his injuries, it would be even simpler—just one arrow.

To put it bluntly, the entire Yanling Fortress is now at his mercy.

He was too lazy to respond to the other party, and simply said to himself, "Yan Family Fortress truly lives up to its reputation as the number one immortal cultivation family in Yue Kingdom. First, they wiped out seven sects, then they destroyed six clans. Such courage is admirable."

"..." The Yan family patriarch's face was extremely ugly.

This situation should not have happened. If it weren't for the young man's scheme, how could Yan Family Fort be in this predicament?

"This predicament is indeed troublesome, but I have an idea. I wonder if you would be interested in hearing it, Ancestor?"