Chapter 1856: Betting Agreement

This dandelion was fundamentally different from an ordinary one. Although it had only a single dense, spherical bloom, this bloom contained thousands of tiny seeds.

Concurrently, Xu Yang began to channel the elemental power of the Immortal True Fire, inherited from the Phoenix God, from within his body. This power resonated intensely with the dark golden dandelion, which was a manifestation of the Supreme Divine Artifact Ling Xu.

Under Xu Yang's skillful manipulation, the two powers quickly merged perfectly. The dandelion became imbued with unparalleled fiery energy, emanating a pure crimson glow from its entire form.

Xu Yang then gently raised his right hand, allowing the colossal dandelion to drift slowly towards every corner of the dream battlefield.

It is well known that such a plant, carried by the wind, continuously disperses its seeds across every part of the land, and each seed, upon landing, sprouts into a new dandelion.

In this manner, the burning dandelion began a relentless slaughter throughout the entire dream space. Thousands of Flower Souls, once enveloped by the dandelion's fiery embrace, were completely consumed by intense flames in an incredibly short time.

"No! How is this happening? Who is this boy? He actually possesses such terrifying fiery power; even my Flower Soul energy cannot extinguish these flames!"

Countless powerful Flower Souls began to collapse into utter despair. They had never imagined that the mission of the myriad Flower Souls from the Forest of Ten Thousand Flowers, which had endured for tens of thousands of years, would finally meet its end with Xu Yang's arrival.

Who could have imagined that the one responsible for single-handedly annihilating the entire Forest of Ten Thousand Flowers and its myriad Flower Souls was merely a dandelion ignited by a spark of fire?

It must be acknowledged that Xu Yang's boundless imagination, empowered by the myriad transformative properties of the Supreme Divine Artifact Ling Xu, had materialized into a destructive force on the battlefield.

Regardless of the battlefield environment, Xu Yang consistently conceived the most efficient methods to eliminate his opponents. The Supreme Divine Artifact Ling Xu, with its countless transformations, perfectly enabled him to turn these audacious ideas into reality.

Undeniably, the advent of the Supreme Divine Artifact Ling Xu had elevated Xu Yang to the pinnacle of destructive artistry.

From that point on, Xu Yang had no need to do anything further. He slowly turned, facing away from the myriad Flower Souls as they succumbed to their inevitable demise.

In truth, Xu Yang had no desire to be such a ruthless destroyer, but he had to act this way to quickly locate Xiaopo.

At that very moment, the middle-aged woman, far more heartbroken and enraged than Xu Yang, observed everything transpiring within the dream.

Also witnessing these events was Xiaopo, who, though immobilized, remained perfectly lucid beside the middle-aged woman.

"Do you see? I told you long ago that your place in this man's heart is far from as insignificant as you imagined. To rescue you quickly, he didn't hesitate to unleash a wildfire upon the ten thousand flowers, reducing the Palace of Ten Thousand Flowers, which I personally cultivated for tens of thousands of years, to ashes."

Hearing the middle-aged woman's words, Xiaopo felt immense excitement and gratitude. She had never, in her entire life, experienced such warmth—being so recklessly protected and saved by a man.

Even though Xiaopo understood clearly that this emotion was not Xu Yang's love for her, but perhaps simply his inherent desire to rescue a companion, the beauty of that single moment completely melted her once-cold heart.

As the dream space finally shattered, Xu Yang emerged from the endless sea of flames with a calm stride, like a god of slaughter treading amidst fire and splendor. He then began to approach the far end of this vast garden.

New vistas continuously unfolded before Xu Yang.

"You must be one of the Sovereigns the Flower Souls spoke of. You brought Xiaopo to this place, presumably to lure me here."

From a distance of a thousand meters, Xu Yang directly engaged in a soul-to-soul communication with the middle-aged woman. She was visibly stunned by Xu Yang's power once more. She couldn't help but gaze intently at the man before her and slowly began to speak.

"I must admit that your strength vastly exceeds my previous estimations; I underestimated your power. No wonder you were able to incinerate all the Flower Souls in my Palace of Ten Thousand Flowers with just a dandelion infused with flames."

Xu Yang gently shook his head.

"Eliminating those Flower Souls is hardly worth mentioning for me. Their power lay in exploiting the inherent weaknesses in other human cultivators. Any man entering such an environment, with his soul permeated by such a potent dream, would instinctively feel a trace of pity. And they precisely exploited this pity to achieve their goals, ultimately devouring the souls of those weak cultivators. But I am fundamentally different from them; my past experiences are something you could never imagine. To think you could conquer me, Xu Yang, with just a dream and a mere illusion — you are truly mistaken."

The middle-aged woman burst into laughter, clapping her hands sincerely as she offered her respect to the man who had so utterly astonished her.

"Truly worthy of being called a favored son of heaven, esteemed even by the Emperor of the Lost Mountains. Since you are so confident in your strength, then rescue your delicate companion from beside me, right here in front of my eyes. Didn't you claim you could ignore all the allure of women in this world? I truly doubt it. Next, you will face a dream woven by me personally. If you can emerge from this dream unharmed, then I will uphold my promise and return your companion to you. However, if you fail, you and this young girl will lose all your life force. I will then use your life force and your conquered souls to revive the Flower Souls that perished in the flames, condemning you to be eternal nourishment for this flower garden."

Xu Yang chuckled dismissively. "I quite like the terms of this game. Since you are equally confident in your abilities, why not open your mind? I even wish to directly enter your soul world to experience your dream. Do you have the courage for that?"

The middle-aged woman had not anticipated such brazenness from Xu Yang, who dared to directly challenge her soul world. It was well known that a being skilled in weaving dreams possessed terrifying soul strength, and their soul world was undeniably the origin of all dream power, as well as the most potent source of dream-induced allure. Xu Yang's willingness to actively increase the challenge for himself astonished the middle-aged woman yet again.

"Very well, since you possess the courage of a moth drawn to a flame, I shall grant your wish!"