Chapter 1588: Dream Trial

"Senior Deity, please don't be angry. Your descendants have never forgotten the place you hold in their hearts. It's just that the will of the Supreme God has been too powerful over the years, and these descendants lack the strength to resist them."

The female disciples all blushed deeply. They had never imagined that Xu Yang, whom they had previously seen as an invader, was now being pleaded for by Deity Yanxia.

Little did they know, Xu Yang and Deity Yanxia were working in tandem, effectively terrifying these young and beautiful female disciples. In their presence, the disciples didn't even dare to breathe heavily.

"Enough, let bygones be bygones. All past matters are cleared. You only need to remember my words: from today onwards, anyone who dares to defy Xu Yang will be an enemy of mine.

Naturally, now that I have broken free from my confinement, and since you, my descendants, have, in a way, contributed to my protection, today I shall bestow upon all of you a dream. Within this dream lies my true legacy power. Should any of you awaken the legacy power within the dream, that disciple will rightfully become the new leader of the Yanxia lineage.

After this, I will also leave this place, following Xu Yang and his beast army, to the peak of Kunlun, to fulfill my unfulfilled obsession."

Hearing Deity Yanxia's words, Xu Yang was slightly surprised for a moment. However, since her soul had just been reborn in Xu Yang's soul world, Xu Yang had gained some insight into Deity Yanxia's past.

Within her obsession, Xu Yang clearly sensed the informational fluctuations of a top expert from the Six Human-Spirit Veins. This meant that Deity Yanxia likely had some past grievances with those "living fossil" ancestors of the Six Human-Spirit Veins. This was also Deity Yanxia's ultimate goal in wishing to follow Xu Yang's army to the peak of Kunlun.

What exactly it was for, Deity Yanxia had not yet revealed to Xu Yang or her descendants. It must have been the softest and most important secret in her heart.

Soon, the dream space personally created by Deity Yanxia appeared, enveloping the hundreds of female disciples of the Yanxia lineage before them. All these disciples sensed the aura of the dream, and everything around them began to undergo drastic changes. All the female disciples, including Xu Yang, entered this dream.

To Xu Yang's surprise, the dream was a remarkably dull and uninteresting structure.

Countless ancient famous sword remnants stood there, appearing to number in the tens of thousands. At the end of this endless sword mound, the soul of a powerful expert, whose specific form could not be seen, was fluctuating. That person was likely the top expert from the Six Human-Spirit Veins, the object of Deity Yanxia's obsession.

"It seems we are now at the foot of this sword mound. To uncover the secret hidden within the dream and inherit the ancestor's legacy, we must find a way to ascend to the peak of the sword mound and reach that mysterious expert."

The graceful middle-aged female leader spoke. Although she was currently the strongest among the descendants and temporarily held the position of leader, she did not hold back her insights, choosing to share this blessing with the disciples who were originally under her command.

In her view, if one of her disciples ultimately obtained the true legacy power from this dream, she would not hesitate to relinquish her leadership position and acknowledge the new leader as superior. Perhaps this was the unique pride of her, a descendant of Deity Yanxia: never to selfishly cling to the leadership position and thereby hinder her disciples from pursuing their own opportunities.

From this perspective, Xu Yang couldn't help but look at this female leader with increased respect.

After hearing her guidance, the young women began attempting to ascend to the peak of the sword mound from various directions. The sword mound appeared to be in the shape of a conical tower.

The higher one climbed, the stronger the oppressive aura emitted by the surrounding divine weapon remnants became. How high they could ascend would depend on each disciple's individual destiny.

Little did they know, in Xu Yang's eyes, the entire sword mound was divided into ten distinct levels or realms. The absolute peak, where the mysterious expert's aura resided, was the tenth and final level.

"So that's how it is. Depending on the level of the sword mound a disciple can reach, they will also obtain legacy power of varying strengths. Even if they can only climb to the first level, they can still gain the blessing of an aura. It seems Deity Yanxia truly put a lot of thought into this."

This also subtly revealed that after completing this legacy mission, Deity Yanxia would, without reservation, join Xu Yang in pursuing her final obsession.

Deity Yanxia, having accomplished all this, would likely never return to this illusory realm in her lifetime.

Xu Yang was not in a hurry to climb. With his strength and foundation, he had long since seen the very peak of the sword mound. If Xu Yang wished, he could simply take a single step, ascend into the air, easily block all the oppressive sword qi from the surrounding sword mound, and directly reach the highest level to meet the mysterious expert.

But Xu Yang did not do this. Instead, he stood with his arms crossed, casually surveying his surroundings. Soon, his gaze fell upon the girl named Lan'er.

In any case, among all the descendants of Deity Yanxia, Xu Yang currently had the most interaction with this girl named Lan'er, who liked to wear a yellow dress.

After all, the person who had the most contact with these young female disciples was precisely this young girl.

Xu Yang could tell that Lan'er possessed an inherent foolish, naive, yet extremely persistent drive. This was precisely the same realization he had from their previous simulated hundred-round battle.

At this moment, as she attempted to climb to the peak of the sword mound, she still held onto this belief. Although she was repeatedly knocked back to the very bottom of the sword mound by the powerful sword qi, she was still the one who, time and again, rose from failure and pressed onward to higher positions.

The spatiotemporal laws within the dream were entirely different from the outside world. Time and space were almost stagnant here. Even if one were trapped here for thousands or tens of thousands of years, the outside world would remain unchanged.

Therefore, they didn't need to worry about time. They only needed to understand the limits of what they could achieve. In the blink of an eye, centuries and millennia had passed within the dream.

More and more disciples had stopped climbing higher up the sword mound. They all chose their ultimately suitable positions, sat cross-legged, quietly comprehended, and gradually absorbed all the energy obtainable at their respective levels.

Only Lan'er, in her yellow dress, was still repeatedly attempting to climb higher up the structure, failing repeatedly and returning to the starting point time and again.

Unbeknownst to them, the girl had already climbed to the eighth level and was beginning to attempt to reach the ninth level. At that moment, Deity Yanxia's voice echoed in Xu Yang's mind, emanating from his soul world.