If the Hundred Reincarnations that Fang Chen had experienced in the past were a kind of blissful cultivation, then being trapped in the Dream Realm this time was a painful memory.
At this moment, Fang Chen was about to go crazy in the sealed Void Battlefield.
It hadn't been long since he came out of the broken space and he was already trapped in the dream. In the past, he would laugh every time he defeated a Puppet Fighter, but now he was numb.
You would never know how many Puppet Fighters there were in the Void Battlefield.
In short, Fang Chen couldn't remember clearly. He was now like a walking corpse, fighting with the Puppet Fighters. As time passed, the strength of the Puppet Fighters became stronger and stronger.
In the end, Fang Chen couldn't handle it anymore. It took him more than three months to defeat a Puppet Fighter.
"Phew."
Sitting on the ground, Fang Chen was sweating profusely. He had been trapped in the dream for ten years.
Although the battle with the Puppet Fighters had greatly increased his combat experience, it was too boring to be in the same place and repeat the same thing.
"When can I get out?"
Fang Chen couldn't help but curse. He seriously recalled what he had experienced before.
First of all, all the doubts were related to Senior Leng Xian.
Why did she enter the Soul River? Why did she become a living corpse?
Logically speaking, there were only two situations when one entered the Soul River. The first was complete death. The second was to rely on a secret technique to resist the invasion of the Soul River and survive.
However, Senior Leng Xian became a living corpse and guided him to Princess Huang.
For some reason, the latter also entered the Soul River and lost her memory. This drove Fang Chen crazy.
Who built the palace under the Soul River?
Could it be a primitive tribe?
Fang Chen shook his head and rejected this idea. If it was built by a primitive tribe, then what was the statue in the middle of the palace?
With the status of a primitive tribe, it was impossible for them to build a white jade statue for no reason. Unless the owner of this white jade statue was a leader of the primitive tribe.
However, this white jade statue looked exactly the same as Princess Huang. Moreover, Princess Huang was sucked away by the whirlpool under the Soul River. As for himself, he was also sucked into the palace.
What he was sure of was that Princess Huang was definitely in the palace. Maybe the white jade statue in the center of the palace was her mother or her ancestor?
She came here to accept the inheritance?
Dong!
At this moment, a new Puppet Fighter gradually took shape. Fang Chen heaved a sigh and got up to continue fighting.
Again and again, his understanding of the Ultimate Sword Dao had reached a whole new level, and the strength of the Puppet Fighters had also become stronger.
Time passed.
Ten years, twenty years, fifty years, a hundred years …
In the blink of an eye, Fang Chen had been trapped in the dream for a hundred years. Of course, this amount of time was nothing more than a snap of the fingers for cultivators, but for Fang Chen, it was simply torture.
In these hundred years, the Death Cliff had undergone great changes.
Many members of the Demon Devouring Tribe had also quietly invaded, as though they were searching for something. The appearance of the Ghost Emperor's Ghost Weapon, which had caused a huge uproar, had also quieted down.
The Death Cliff was filled with endless danger.
However, the Soul River was still silent.
Apart from that.
A great commotion had occurred in the Origin World as well. According to the news from the Four Sacred Grounds, the patriarch of the Demon Devouring Clan had reached a critical point in his seclusion. He needed all the cultivation resources in the entire Origin World to help him overcome this crisis.
Therefore.
In these hundred years, the four Sacred Lands had issued orders for all the manors under their command to begin searching for rare treasures. Anything that could be used would be sent to the four Sacred Lands, and finally brought back by the Demon Devouring Tribe's Patriarch's emissaries.
In the Ghost Manor territory.
The Ghost Manor Lord was surrounded by black mist. His face was gloomy, and his fists were clenched tightly. He was extremely angry. "Hmph, when the Ghost Manor was in dire straits, the four Sacred Lands did not help. After so many years, I have led the Ghost Manor to rise again.
Yet, the four Sacred Lands want me to offer up all the rare treasures? "
Clearly, the Ghost Manor Lord was very angry.
Beside him, a blue-robed middle-aged man said, "Brother, don't let your emotions affect your decisions. Last time, you attacked two juniors and drew out the primitive tribes. If you offend the four Sacred Lands this time, you will definitely be condemned by the four Sacred Lands. At that time, the Ghost Manor will not be able to resist."
The Ghost Manor Lord fell into silence, his eyes filled with cold killing intent.
The Ghost Manor was different from the other manors. The other manors were absolutely loyal to the four Sacred Lands, but the Ghost Manor was an independent faction. This was because there was a path under the Ghost Manor that led to the Underworld.
The souls of all the dead Demon Devouring Tribe members would enter the Underworld.
As for the Ghost Mansion Master, he controlled a path that led to the Underworld. This was also his escape route. If he was truly forced into a corner and started a war with the Four Great Sacred Lands, he would immediately enter the Underworld if he was defeated.
The four Sacred Lands would not dare to attack the Underworld even if they had a hundred times the courage. Once they destroyed the Underworld, hundreds of millions of vengeful souls would appear, and the entire Origin World would be completely destroyed.
This was something that the Demon Devouring Tribe patriarch did not want to see, and the four Sacred Lands did not dare to do it.
Whoosh!
Suppressing the anger in his heart, the Ghost Manor Lord loosened his fists.
At this time, a voice came from outside, "The emissary of the Sacred Lands has arrived."
The Ghost Manor Lord walked out of his room and saw the arrogant emissary. He walked over with a gloomy expression, "The Sacred Lands have ordered the Ghost Manor Lord to receive the order."
"Speak," the Ghost Manor Lord said coldly.
The emissary's expression changed, "Ghost Manor Lord, what is the meaning of this?"
Whoosh!
The Ghost Manor Lord grabbed him by the collar and glared at him, "This is the Ghost Manor. You better not make me angry."
Slap!
The emissary was thrown to the ground, his heart filled with fear and anger, "I am the emissary of the Sacred Lands. I represent the will of the Sacred Lands. You dare to touch me? Are you not afraid of the Sacred Lands' crusade?"
The four Sacred Lands were the core of the Demon Devouring Tribe, and also the four top forces under the Demon Devouring Tribe patriarch.
As the emissary of the Sacred Lands, and this time, he was working for the legendary Demon Devouring Tribe patriarch. He naturally had his own pride, and being humiliated by the Ghost Manor Lord in public made him furious.
Boom!
The Ghost Manor Lord stepped on the emissary's body and said coldly, "It is because you are the emissary of the Sacred Lands that you are able to keep your life. Otherwise, do you think you would still be able to speak?"
The emissary's body trembled. Feeling the cold and terrifying gaze, he stuttered a little.
"You …"
The emissary was afraid. He was really afraid.
He had long heard that the Ghost Manor Lord was strange and did not stick to one pattern. Today, he finally experienced it for himself. He even suspected that if he continued to act arrogantly with his identity as the emissary of the Sacred Lands, the Ghost Manor Lord would definitely kill him.
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