Chapter 1071: Truth

To his delight, Qin Luoyin seemed to have successfully reincarnated. Could they meet again in this life? All of this was due to Chu Feng personally opening the prehistoric golden rift space of the Ancient Dream Path, making her success possible. Now that her innate talent imprint had returned and her inherent form was restored, she would undoubtedly be even more stunning, potentially reliving the glorious splendor of a past life from the prehistoric era. If her talent was truly astonishing across all ages and she recalled the old events of the Ancient Dream Path, would she still be the same person from the lesser netherworld?

The Nine Nether Purgatorial Spirit interrupted his thoughts, banging loudly as it "shook its coffin."

“Separated by millennia, it is finally I who saved you. Though I mourned for hundreds of generations, we are destined to be together. This is a preordained arrangement; it is fate that we reunite in this life.”

Chu Feng couldn't stand it. This jerk thought too highly of himself and didn't even consider who actually opened the mysterious space of the Ancient Dream Path. Was it trying to become his love rival?

“You don’t know your place! If you old fossil dare to spout nonsense again, I’ll finish you off!”

It disgusted him to think that this was an old man who had already died once. Was it trying to provoke death by wanting to be his love rival? He would definitely slap it to death when the time came!

The Nine Nether Purgatorial Spirit trembled with rage, calling Gu Chenzhou utterly worthless. It was filled with indignation and resentment.

Chu Feng rubbed his temples. How could he have encountered such an outrageous old scoundrel, with whom he couldn't even reason or explain facts?

In fact, after calming down and focusing his mind, Chu Feng also began to doubt whether what he had just heard and seen was real. After all, this was the relic site of the Ancient Dream Path; if it was merely a captivating dream that had affected both him and the Nine Nether Purgatorial Spirit, then the so-called reincarnation of the prehistoric era's most beautiful woman would be fake. When he considered this possibility, a chill ran down his spine.

Within the netherworld, the soil was tinged with blood, yet in mid-air, there was a sacred purity, as if seeing a peaceful divine realm amidst hell. In the space beyond the golden void rift, peach blossoms drifted everywhere, each petal sparkling. Figures appeared one after another, running around in the woods—they were a group of innocent, carefree children.

“Sister, I want a stardust dress, the kind that’s pure white and sacred, that glows like a swirling galaxy with flowing light when worn at night. It must be very beautiful.” A little girl yearned, playfully appealing to a young woman.

“Alright,” the young woman replied, “when I go out for training again, I’ll help you collect stardust and find someone to make you a beautiful long dress.” The young woman smiled and nodded, gently stroking her head as she spoke softly.

Beside them, a little boy pleaded, saying, “Sister, I hope to get a Pegasus someday. I want to ride it to the moon and see the young ladies in the Lunar Palace.”

“That will have to wait a few years,” the young woman said, pinching his cheek and chuckling, “Pegasi are rare and hard to catch.”

In the peach orchard, sparkling, sacred petals drifted down. A group of children and several adult men and women were together, harmonious and radiating heartfelt smiles.

A girl of twelve or thirteen shouted, “Senior brother, when will you teach me the core principles of the Ancient Dream breathing technique? I’ve almost learned all the earlier parts.”

A young man chuckled, rubbing her head, and said, “You’re still young and currently can’t use catalysts for evolution. The first half is enough for now.”

By all appearances, the disciples within the Great Dream Pure Land were very affectionate towards each other; it looked incredibly warm and inviting.

The scene changed, revealing lakes, green grasslands, and islands floating in the air. Disciples and masters of the Ancient Dream Path appeared, and the atmosphere was similar to the previous scene, full of laughter and peace.

“Master, I accidentally knocked over the alchemy cauldron,” a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy nervously reported to his master, his head bowed, visibly uneasy.

“It’s alright, just be careful next time,” the old man said peacefully, gesturing for him not to be afraid or nervous.

These were all scenes from the past, things that had once happened.

The Nine Nether Purgatorial Spirit said, “This aligns with the style of the Ancient Dream Path. Their breathing technique primarily cultivates the spirit, seeking peace of mind, and lacks sharp edge and fierce spirit.” This was why it didn't believe the theory that the Ancient Dream Path was annihilated because it coveted the ultimate breathing technique of another one of the top ten major factions. This lineage was mostly low-key, lacking the sharp aggressiveness and slight malevolence characteristic of other powerful, overlord-level evolution sects.

Chu Feng also saw that, based on the past events witnessed in the golden spatial rift, the demise of this lineage was likely suspicious and seemed inconsistent with the legends.

Suddenly, a drastic change occurred in the small world beyond the golden rift: hordes of iron cavalry descended upon the beautiful Ancient Dream Path grounds, all of them god-demon level evolvers. On this day, disaster suddenly struck: a Heavenly Venerate led a large number of powerful experts in an attack.

All the iron cavalry wore black armor and terrifying, grimacing ghost masks, looking fierce and intimidating. Wielding gleaming long knives, sharp swords, war spears, and more, they charged together towards the Ancient Dream Path. Some were dismantling the energy fields, while others led the main assault, charging recklessly. This was a premeditated bloodbath; otherwise, it would have been impossible to instantly break through the large protective energy field at the mountain gate, which was originally capable of strangling invading enemies but was now rendered useless. The energy field collapsed instantly, as supreme masters of energy fields had been invited to dismantle the mountain gate and open a safe path.

Shouts of battle shook the heavens. On this day, the Great Dream Pure Land was breached, and a large number of experts swarmed in, slaughtering mercilessly. A Heavenly Venerate of the Ancient Dream Path met the invaders but was besieged by others of the same rank. Mighty beings took action, but terrifying entities also descended among the enemies. This was a meticulously planned encirclement and suppression. Daring to attack the Ancient Dream Path, one of the top ten factions, was absolutely a major event that shocked the Yang Realm. It was even significant enough to be recorded in history.

“Run! All disciples, flee for your lives! Don’t stop, don’t look back!”

Within the once peaceful Ancient Dream Path, blood stained everything. A white-haired old man roared, blocking powerful enemies and urging his many disciples to retreat. Because the invading enemies were too strong, even Heavenly Venerates were falling and couldn't be stopped; even he, a mighty being, would not survive.

“Master!” Someone cried out in sorrow. It was a middle-aged evolver with seemingly ancient eyes, whose true age was indiscernible. At the Quasi-Heavenly Venerate realm, he was unwilling to flee and joined the fight to help the old man against the enemies. However, it wasn't long before he was decapitated by a single sword strike, his head flying off.

“All of you, run!” the white-haired old man roared, his whole body glowing as he attempted to imprison the area and entangle all his opponents. However, at least three individuals of his same rank were hunting him, giving him no chance. They broke through his Daoist runes, leaving him covered in blood, stumbling and unable to stand.

“Junior sisters, you flee! We’ll hold them off!” At the front of the teleportation array, several young men covered the retreat, allowing several young women to escape, as they fought desperately against the approaching attackers.

“Sister, boo-hoo… where are you? We’re scared.”

On the other side, some children in the peach forest were crying and fleeing, but some people had already targeted them, not caring whether they were children or not. A war spear flew over, about to impale and kill all of them.

At this moment, a woman dove down, her sword deflecting the spear and activating the Great Dream breathing technique to confront the enemy. However, there were simply too many enemies; after several charges, she was covered in blood.

“Go!” the woman shouted, urging the children to hurry to the nearest teleportation array. Her whole body glowed as she burned herself, intending to exhaust her potential and fight to the very end. Unfortunately, she was impaled through the chest by a spear, then violently lifted and with a slight shake, she disintegrated in the air, turning into a rain of blood.

“Animals!”

Several young men and women, all disciples of the Great Dream Pure Land, charged forward. However, they too could no longer resist as the iron cavalry swept across, grinning maliciously and slaughtering relentlessly. In the end, they all fell, covered in blood. Some, at their last breath, shouted to the children, “Run!” Those children stepped onto the teleportation array, crying loudly, were enveloped in light, and vanished from the magnetic platform.

“They won’t get away; they’ll still be hunted down and killed!” someone laughed coldly from behind.

This was just one corner of the Ancient Dream Path. Fighting and death were everywhere; the entire Pure Land was stained red, and many renowned evolvers met tragic deaths in a single day. The invading enemies were too strong and their numbers were vast. The Divine Kings of the Ancient Dream Path were being encircled and annihilated, all their lives reaped; nearly all were slaughtered. As for the deities and the evolvers below them, they were also tragically massacred, not because they weren't strong enough, but because there were simply too many invading enemies.

A thunderous roar sounded, and all invaders seemed to fall into a dream. Someone from the Ancient Dream Path emerged from seclusion. It was a woman of unparalleled beauty, her entire body enveloped in a hazy light, drawing everyone into a dream. On the spot, she angrily attacked. Heavenly Venerates bled profusely, and mighty beings stumbled backward, their foreheads splitting open.

“It’s her,” the Nine Nether Purgatorial Spirit stammered, trembling, “the most stunning woman of our era, the foremost beauty of the Yang Realm.” Seeing such truth here today, its emotions fluctuated violently.

Unfortunately, this was a prepared bloodbath aimed at annihilating the Ancient Dream Path. Those people had thoroughly understood all the peak combat strengths of the Ancient Dream Path and factored them into their plans. Even if this woman revived and burst forth from her seclusion, she was powerless to change anything, and she herself faced a mortal tribulation. Because, at the same time, someone was laughing loudly, their sound waves cracking the heavens and earth, causing the entire Ancient Dream Path to explode. The so-called energy fields became ineffective, and the entire landscape was disintegrating.

This was an old man, not tall, thin and wizened, but his strength was terrifyingly immense, his evolutionary level unimaginable. Even the most stunning woman of that era, famed for having no equal among her peers and sweeping aside all enemies within the same realm, was suffering defeat, sent flying by a pair of golden fists and coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

“Across the vast world, who can contend with me now?” the thin, wizened old man laughed loudly, his white hair flying wildly. He was maniacal and incredibly overbearing. He wore a golden mask, like a ghost’s face, fierce and intimidating.

“It’s actually him!” Seeing this scene, the Nine Nether Purgatorial Spirit trembled. Even though the thin, wizened figure wore a mask, it recognized him instantly.

“It’s actually him, leading the attack and annihilating the Ancient Dream Path!” the Nine Nether Purgatorial Spirit couldn’t help but shout. It didn’t need to think much; this person must have allied with at least two or more evolutionary aristocratic families no weaker than the Ancient Dream Path. Only then could they massacre this place and achieve the great feat of completely annihilating one of the top ten. In fact, the moment the Nine Nether Purgatorial Spirit saw this person, it knew the Ancient Dream Path was finished, with little chance of survival. Just one person could break in!