Taking one last look at the world, Li Mo couldn't help but smile.
This world had everything. Money, power, and women.
Whatever you wanted, you could have it. No wonder Meng Lin couldn't find a successor in Miluo Tribe all these years, and had to find an outsider to be his disciple.
Perhaps all the people from the Fallen Mountain Camp who entered all these years were lost in this place.
Li Mo was certain that if he didn't have his centuries of experience and a second life, he wouldn't be able to leave this place alive.
As Li Mo took a step forward, the eyes of the people behind him turned lifeless.
They were like dummies, wax figures.
The entire world began to turn into nothingness.
Once Li Mo walked out, these people would disappear, and this world would cease to exist.
One could even say that these people were born for Li Mo. Now that he was gone, they had no reason to stay.
Li Mo didn't hesitate. No matter how great the world was, he was still fake.
Li Mo couldn't live in a dream. Now he knew why Meng Lin had him come here.
Then Li Mo turned his head and took a step forward with his other foot.
Li Mo felt like a lifetime had passed since he stepped out of the Reincarnation Tree.
The world of the Reincarnation Tree was fake, but Li Mo lived there for sixteen years.
'Sixteen years of grandeur and this wild world …' Li Mo couldn't help but mutter.
"No wonder those people refused to leave the Reincarnation Tree. Dreams and the real world can't be compared at all."
Meng Lin looked at Li Mo like he was a ghost.
Meng Lin sensed something was off about Li Mo and gave him a hint. But he never expected Li Mo to leave the Reincarnation Tree after sixteen days!
A year in the Reincarnation Tree was only a day in the real world.
And when the Fallen Mountain Camp entered the Reincarnation Tree, no matter how many hints Meng Lin gave them, they refused to leave.
It could also be said that the people in the other world didn't want to wake up, didn't want to leave.
Meng Lin was prepared to wake Li Mo up in two months. After all, two months was sixty years.
In Samsara, Li Mo was but a mortal. A mortal's lifespan came to an end at sixty or seventy years.
Meng Lin was afraid Li Mo would die in the Reincarnation Tree. If so, he would die for real.
Because you could be in the Reincarnation Tree, you already treated the Reincarnation Tree as the real world in your heart, so you had to obey the laws of this world.
"Senior?"
Li Mo wiggled his finger at the stunned Meng Lin.
"Brat, I couldn't tell that you have such a strong will."
Meng Lin scolded him. But Li Mo was more pleasing to Meng Lin.
Li Mo was the sole inheritor of his Grand Dream Sacred Art.
Li Mo grinned, "Now senior should tell me what our tribe's totem is."
"The current Jiuli tribe does not have a totem."
Meng Lin's words caused Li Mo's expression to change.
"How is this possible?"
Li Mo knew one could cultivate without forming a totem after entering the Spirit Drawing Stage.
But without a totem, one's battle power would drop by a notch. Not to mention fighting someone in the same realm.
Perhaps someone with a totem one level lower than you could cross realms and fight you, and even then, they could kill you.
"It's not like you haven't seen the Falling Mountain Camp's cultivation method. And Jiuli's 81 camps have it all.
Do you think we need to worship a totem and give our lives to it?
What's the difference between that and being a totem slave?
Jiuli's ancestors once decreed that Jiuli must not worship any totem. "
Meng Lin asked Li Mo. His voice wasn't loud, but it stirred his confidence.
'Jiuli doesn't need a totem. We have the power to protect ourselves!'
"If our cultivation method is so strong, won't we be even stronger with the help of a totem?
Jiuli will surely slaughter its way out of Myriad Mountains. Jiuli will be able to take a province for itself. "Li Mo continued.
But Meng Lin only smiled at his words. His smile was full of disdain.
"Take a province?
The world was once Jiuli's! "
"What?"
Li Mo's eyes went wide. But then he remembered.
Jiuli's 81 camps faced the 81 counties of the Nine States.
So Meng Lin's words were probably true.
Ignoring Li Mo's shock, Meng Lin sat on a boulder next to the Reincarnation Tree and spoke with melancholy.
"Jiuli doesn't worship a totem, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have one.
In ancient times, Jiuli gave birth to an ancestor called Jiuli.
Our ancestor's strength is beyond our imagination. Powerful Gods and Beast Kings can only be crushed in front of our ancestor.
At that time, the Jiuli tribe was named after the Jiuli ancestors!
They even used him as a totem.
"Ancestor led Jiuli to power and power, taking over the Nine States.
But power was only temporary. Ancestor could protect Jiuli for a while, but not forever … "
Meng Lin lowered his head, his voice melancholy.
"Ancestor reached the end of his lifespan. The gods and beast kings of the tribes defeated by Jiuli made a comeback.
Jiuli suffered a crushing defeat and Jiuli ancestor was gravely injured.
In the end, Jiuli ancestor could only lead his people back to Myriad Mountains, using his remaining life force to set up an array.
Jiuli ancestor left his legacy and passed away after laying down the array.
Later, when the enemy invaded, the elder of the Jiuli tribe activated the Jiuli Formation and killed three beast kings and two powerful Godfiends.
Not a single one of the invading tribes returned alive. This battle was earth-shattering.
From then on, no more enemies came … "
Li Mo could sense Meng Lin's mood was low, so he didn't say anything. He just stood by Meng Lin.
"Li Mo, I will pass on the Great Dream Art to you.
Will you protect the Sunset Camp?
If Jiuli needs it in the future, will you lend a hand? "
Meng Lin asked Li Mo with a solemn gaze.
Li Mo bowed to Meng Lin.
"Li Mo owes senior a great favor, but senior didn't pass on the Great Dream Art.
Now that the Sunset Camp is in trouble, Li Mo won't sit idly by. "
If not for Meng Lin, Qiaoxin and the Taurus Tribe would've been long gone.
Thus, Li Mo was always grateful to Meng Lin.
"Good!
Ha-ha-ha … "
Meng Lin laughed as he helped Li Mo up and placed a jade slip in Li Mo's hand.
"Drop a drop of blood and you will see the Great Dream Art's cultivation method.
The Great Dream Art's power lies in its illusions. If you can lure your enemy into your illusions, you can kill them without leaving a trace.
Moreover, a cultivator can cultivate whether they are moving or sleeping.
This gives them twice as much time as others.
The Great Dream Art is divided into three levels. At the primary level, you can dream for a year. At the intermediate level, you can dream for ten years.
As for the advanced level, you can dream for a hundred years.
But the last time I went into seclusion from the Nascent Soul Stage to the Earth Celestial Stage, it was only a dream of 50 years … "