Chapter 1199

Knowing my purpose, so what? You will ultimately be unable to break the situation!

The Cloud Mist Great Emperor sees the present situation as clearly as observing fire.

The four powers regard Cloud Mist Heaven as a battleground they must fight for.

Guile Hall and the Gu Clan want to seize the Grand Dao power here and then destroy it.

The Monster Clan also wants a share, plundering the Grand Dao power.

The Spirit Martial Emperor wants Cloud Mist Heaven to return.

The four powers each have their own ideas, but ultimately they all want to seize this heavenly domain from his hands!

To achieve this, they must all refine the heavenly-earthly power of the Profound Scale Butterfly Ruins; this will inevitably generate heavenly-earthly malice, causing Xiao Nannan to feel disgust.

Although Xiao Nannan is naturally kind, even a cornered rabbit will bite, let alone Xiao Nannan.

The Profound Scale Butterfly Ruins were constructed by him using Xiao Nannan's dream power and time power; many of the rural fields within are manifestations of Xiao Nannan herself.

Xiao Nannan often goes to play in the Profound Scale Butterfly Ruins and is very familiar with those mortals.

For these four powers to achieve their goal, they must plunder; this will surely provoke Xiao Nannan to attack.

Thinking of this, the Cloud Mist Great Emperor coldly chuckled, "I don't need to do anything. These four powers will bring about their own destruction."

But there is still a boulder weighing on his heart that hasn't settled.

That is Lu Xuan!

Is Lu Xuan really the older brother that Xiao Nannan speaks of?

But why does the Guile Hall's rising star, Sequence White, bear Lu Xuan's aura?

Could it be that Bai, in his battle with Lu Xuan in the lower realms years ago, caught his aura?

The Cloud Mist Great Emperor harbors some doubts.

He hasn't figured out yet how to face Lu Xuan if Lu Xuan really takes action.

Fortunately, Xiao Nannan can intercede for him, and he also has many backup plans to keep him alive.

But for now, before Lu Xuan appears, he needs do nothing but quietly watch Xiao Nannan slaughter these invaders.

A cold smile appeared on his face as he slowly stepped into the rear hall.

There, the rear palace holds thirty thousand beauties, plump and slender, all alluring and charming.

"Your Majesty, your firepower has been rather great lately..."

A gorgeous woman bent over, speaking hesitantly.

The Cloud Mist Great Emperor closed his eyes, "Yes. Internal troubles and external threats make it too hard for me."

Besides the invasion of the four external powers, there is also the Long River Sword Sect, a traitor with elders who rebel against their superiors!

After several breaths.

The Cloud Mist Great Emperor opened his eyes, "Next!"

Another alluring woman smiled lightly, walked onto the Profound Ice Bed, and lay with her jade-like body stretched out.

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Inside the Profound Scale Butterfly Ruins.

The Nether Formation Elder instructed the Xuanji Holy Lord, "Bai, when you meet Him next time, you must get along well with Him; perhaps then we can more quickly master Cloud Mist Heaven."

The Xuanji Holy Lord nodded silently.

The Nether Formation Elder again immersed himself in his own world; his big hand continually shifted, drawing forth obscure ancient patterns that surged before him.

Black light burst forth in all directions!

His eyes blazed; this small world was indeed a stumbling block for them, yet here too he could discern the pattern formations of Cloud Mist Heaven.

He was completing the pattern formations of Unending Heaven!

Reaching perfection is merely a matter of time.

Besides that, he had already ordered other experts of the Mysterious Hall to investigate the whereabouts of the Black Sandalwood Evil Ancestor and the others.

On the other side.

The Gu Clan members also stepped into the Profound Scale Butterfly Ruins.

Just like the Mysterious Hall's encounter, they were also scattered and sent off in different directions.

Feng Kuangman wore a variegated robe, looking at the Gu Clan members gathering around from all sides, numbering less than a hundred, anger appeared on his face: "Damn Cloud Mist Breaker Heaven, what the hell is this?"

He tried to unleash his divine sense, only to find its power suppressed by the will of heaven and earth, making any investigation impossible.

Feng Kuangman snorted coldly, gazing around—nearby were rural fields, far off a small town lay; he frowned, furious, "What kind of godforsaken place is this? How can mortals exist here? Is this even Cloud Mist Heaven?"

Behind him, the other Gu Clan members were also investigating.

Feng Kuangman's anger burned within him; as he pressed forward, he incessantly slaughtered those mortals.

He quickly realized these mortals were not true living beings, but a kind of phantom form!

Feng Kuangman snorted coldly, producing an Eight-turn Insight-breaking Gu.

It was a Gu object resembling a blue jade, with azure Dao Resonance flowing across its surface; holding it in his hand gave a faint icy chill, instantly making Feng Kuangman exceptionally clear-headed.

"Sizzle!"

Feng Kuangman chanted an incantation, directly activating the Eight-turn Insight-breaking Gu and placing it upon his brow.

Instantly, ice‑blue Divine Light burst from his brow, his eyes suddenly shooting out two intimidating beams as he looked around once more.

Insight-breaking Gu, shatter the illusion, point straight to the origin!

In an instant, the houses and mountains in their sight vanished, replaced by undulating waves of temporal and dream power; threads of silk wove and intertwined around them, outlining this world.

"Break it for me!"

Feng Kuangman exerted all his power, gritting his teeth as he roared.

He saw that behind these threads, the barrier of Cloud Mist Heaven stood like a solid wall, enduring since ancient times.

It turns out this is an illusionary realm!

Feng Kuangman let out a cold snort, "Yunlan Potiant wouldn't hope to block us with this illusion, would they?"

He put away the Eight-Revolutions Insight-Breaking Gu, leading the Gu Clan members forward; as the slaughter continued, he felt more and more worldly malice accumulating on him.

Heaven and earth are rejecting him!

Feng Kuangman felt a hundred thousand towering peaks pressing down on his head, an immense terrifying suppressive force overwhelming his body; he let out a cold snort, "Gu Yue Laozi truly possesses divine foresight; no heaven can escape his discerning eye."

Another Gu appeared in his hand.

Eight-Revolutions Malice-Collecting Gu!

It is a strange, red Gu resembling an eyeball, covered with many protrusions and wrinkles, looking mottled and peculiarly shaped.

This Gu was specially brought by Gu Yue Laozi for Feng Kuangman.

Feng Kuangman gazed at the heavens and snorted derisively, "Yunlan the Great Emperor, your so-called painstakingly constructed illusion is, before the ancestor, merely a childish trick."

He activated the Malice-Collecting Gu, and soon the worldly malice on him was drawn into the Gu, which flickered with an eerie red glow around it.

In an instant, much of the heavenly-earthly suppressive force on Feng Kuangman dissipated.

He continued forward, slaughtering.

After several hours, Feng Kuangman suddenly glanced at his palm, "Hmm? A trace of faint heavenly realm power?"

He actually managed to grasp a trace of heavenly realm power!

He fell into contemplation.

Soon he realized the key, "Hahaha! Slaughtering here is equivalent to seizing the Great Dao's power in Yunlan Heaven! Yunlan Potiant, what on earth were you thinking? Are you trying to laugh me to death so I inherit my Gu? Is this your scheme?"

Having understood the key, Feng Kuangman led his people into a frenzy of slaughter, scattering the Gu's Dao Resonance across the path.

Elsewhere.

A figure in gray robes silently descended into a small town.

This person was Chen Zhangsheng.

Chen Zhangsheng gazed at the dazzling array of shops lining the long street; scattered pedestrians walked the street, entering and exiting shops, greeting each other.

There were few people in the town.

This is a slow-paced life.

Among these ordinary folk, they seemed quite familiar, each chatting about some town gossip.

"Didn't I hear that the schoolteacher left?"

"Yeah. I still remember that teacher smilingly telling the kids, 'When in doubt, ask the spring breeze.'"

"What about that poor child in Mud Lane?"

"He's dead. That poor child, he's dead. For him, it's also a kind of release. Since his parents left, he's gone without proper clothing or food—good riddance."

"I heard that when the child died, he seemed to have gone a bit mad, muttering about having a sword, about splitting mountains, about overturning seas, about his natal porcelain, about the 'One'... I couldn't really understand. Oh, he also said he was a swordsman."

"Ah, this child... all of this was just a dream he had before dying. The fate of the straw-sandaled wearer of Mud Lane still dreamed of becoming like those immortals."

Chen Zhangsheng stood still for a long while.

"They are not real people."

Chen Zhangsheng immediately noticed the clue, "This seems to be an illusion."

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