Twisted Dreams

After an intense battle, the corpse of the Celestial Race sensed something was amiss.

These vampires possess very pure Spiritual Power, just like normal humans!

Clearly, they have the physical strength of the Celestial Race, yet they also possess a human-like Sea of Spirit!

Could it be that the younger generation of the Extraordinary have reached such a level already?

The ghostly face of the Celestial Race corpse looked gravely at the panting vampires before it.

These people are only Tier Two and Tier Three, with the strongest barely at Tier Four Peak.

In the past, these minions could have been easily disposed of.

Yet, they are so troublesome!

"Ancestor, this isn’t working!"

Baron Tulip, having lost an arm, retreated to the side, waiting for his arm to regenerate, and seized the chance to speak to Du Yangming.

Most of these vampires are descendants of Lilith, and since Du Yangming is considered Lilith’s father, he is also the ancestor of the other vampires.

Du Yangming was well aware of the terror posed by the corpse of the Celestial Race.

At present, this monster is only using fists and feet for combat.

Who knows if this monster has other peculiarities.

Du Yangming spoke in a deep voice:

"Fight with all your might, wear it down to death!"

As long as the vampires aren’t smashed to pieces in one blow, they can continuously revive, wearing the corpse of the Celestial Race down to death.

The corpse of the Celestial Race suddenly retreated, and his hands began to form seals, with terrifying Spiritual Power spreading throughout the cave.

The very thing they feared!

Sure enough, this corpse of the Celestial Race knows Magic!

"Fire!"

"Water!"

With each word recited by the corpse of the Celestial Race, a rune appeared beside it.

The runes corresponded to the attributes of fire and water.

"Wind!"

As the corpse of the Celestial Race uttered the last word, the final wind attribute rune appeared.

"Prison of the Three Aunts!"

After finishing the spell, the corpse of the Celestial Race shouted angrily, and the entire cave lost its color.

The heavens and the earth had turned into a vast expanse of white.

In this strange space, the vampires’ recovery speed clearly decreased!

Baron Tulip’s severed arm was no longer able to heal!

Du Yangming frowned as he surveyed his surroundings and took a step back.

As he moved, the ground revealed three different colors: red, blue, and green, like a rainbow.

It turned out that the world of white was not without color, but they were initially in a dazzling array of colors.

Those colors spun faster, preventing their eyes from capturing any colors.

Only movement could cause those colors to pause for a moment.

Those three colors represented fire, water, and wind.

The three elements moved rapidly within the cave, forming a complete Spiritual Qi vacuum world.

In this Spiritual Qi vacuum world, the vampires lost the ability to absorb external Spiritual Qi to stimulate the Spiritual Power within their Sea of Spirit.

This was Tie Lin’s method, the Prison of the Three Aunts!

The corpse of the Celestial Race instantly appeared in front of Du Yangming, whispering:

"Let’s see how you use that Evil Technique now!"

A fist the size of a sandbag was raised, crashing towards Du Yangming’s head.

At that moment, an aged figure appeared within the Prison of the Three Aunts.

It was an elder monk dressed in a white kasaya.

The Ghost Qi emanated from the elder monk, and the dark, evil light pierced through the Prison of the Three Aunts.

Red, blue, and green were torn apart, revealing the cave outside.

The elder monk grasped a string of Buddha Beads, transforming the Ghost Qi into a Barrier, blocking the attack from the corpse of the Celestial Race, saving Du Yangming.

Du Yangming abruptly retreated and cupped his hands towards the elder monk:

"Ghost Buddha, thank you."

The elder monk’s indifferent eyes fixed on the corpse of the Celestial Race:

"Benefactor, you should not have left the Undersea World."

The ghostly face of the corpse of the Celestial Race showed anger:

"The beasts of the Undersea World are under the watch of my true form, without need for your guidance!"

The elder monk continued:

"Benefactor should not reveal yourself lightly, nor should you indiscriminately attack today’s Extraordinary.

You should know, the president left the Wandering Ones in this world to resist future Celestial Race invasions."

The ghostly face of the corpse of the Celestial Race scrutinized the elder monk, its fury growing more intense:

"Judging by your look, you’ve already established some relationship with the Extraordinary of this era?

Are you aiding the Spiritual Energy Revival of this era?

Have you forgotten the harm Spiritual Energy Revival does to this world?

A world without morality, without order, where only the strong prey on the weak, is that what you want?

What about your compassion?!"

The elder monk came to a realization:

"Is this why you support the God Creation Group?"

The corpse of the Celestial Race said nothing.

The elder monk understood.

No wonder Tie Lin opposed Li Yang so much, no wonder Tie Lin supported Jin this much.

It turns out that Tie Lin hopes humanity will use science to defeat future enemies, rather than using the Extraordinary.

The Extraordinary Era is indeed a sorrowful era.

It is a time where the strong enslave the weak, where the weak have no recourse, a broken era.

As an Apostle of the Demon Club, the elder monk suspected that the initiator of the current world’s Spiritual Energy Revival was none other than Li Yang!

The elder monk pondered a moment and said:

"Since the president chose those two people in this world, there must be a reason.

The birth of both the Demon Club and the God Creation Group is within the president’s plans.

Neither of us understands the president’s great wisdom.

This humble monk believes that the Wandering Ones should quietly await the president’s arrangements and not appear to exclude either side."

The elder monk looked to the sky, where a young man was quietly smoking.

The elder monk sighed and shook his head:

"Once, I thought that benefactor was evil, he is... too much like the president.

But, after some exchanges and witnessing firsthand the creation of the Demon Club,

that benefactor will surely not disappoint us."

"Hahahahaha..."

The scene fell silent.

The vampires watched nervously at the silent corpse of the Celestial Race.

This guy is powerful, and they absolutely are no match for him.

Could this newly joined Apostle of the Demon Club subdue the monster just by talking?

Du Yangming’s gaze was scorching.

This sudden appearance of the Ghost Buddha in the Demon Club, his identity seems extraordinary.

Some organizations of the corpse of the Celestial Race had once tested him in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and he was an Extraordinary Creature in life.

That monster knew the Ghost Buddha and recognized the Death God.

Could it be that these two are also deities from the Celestial Realm or Hell?

Jin still sat in his chair, squinting, his face alternating between emotions.

If Tie Lin were really persuaded by the Ghost Buddha and stopped interfering, Jin wouldn’t be able to take the corpse of the Celestial Race back to Huaqi smoothly.

Gradually, a small smile appeared on Jin’s lips.

Suddenly the corpse of the Celestial Race clutched its belly and burst into intense laughter:

"Old monk, you’ve changed!

Once, you were full of golden light, now you’re like a ghost!

You must be under his control, surely you are!"

The corpse of the Celestial Race laughed enough, its ghost eyes staring intently at the elder monk, murderous intent surging:

"This world must not have a second Spiritual Energy Revival!

If the so-called Celestial Dao, the so-called destiny, indeed stirs up Spiritual Energy Revival once more,

then let me, the Sheriff—Tie Lin, personally put an End to it!"

Suddenly, a disdainful chuckle echoed through the cave.

"End my Spiritual Energy Revival? Hehehehe..."

The voice then turned ominously terrifying the next second.

"What do you think you are!"