My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times

Under countless stunned gazes, the shattered half of the Demon Race Little Saint’s body plummeted from the astral winds high above, crashing onto the grand arena with a loud SPLAT.

Meanwhile, the firework of flesh and blood that had exploded across the sky began to fade, and Grand Grade blood rained down profusely, as if it cost nothing.

Each drop of blood was incredibly dense, falling in viscous streams heavier than a mountain range. It all splattered onto the arena. If a True Immortal hadn’t been supporting the stage, it would have surely collapsed under such a tremendous weight.

Lying on the ground and breathing faintly, Chong Shanhu struggled to lift his head. He saw a magnificent Daoist temple, shrouded in a deep gloom, standing motionless in the swaying void.

It seemed as though all the celestial myriad realms were connected to the Daoist temple. On the plaque above the main gate were inscribed two ancient, solemn words.

Sanqing Temple.

"An... ances..." Chong Shanhu’s lips trembled. He tried to speak, but ultimately, not a single word came out.

Yan Huang and Li Yutong had just let out a sigh of relief when their pupils suddenly constricted. Hidden in the void, the faces of the two Grand Grade experts from the Life Tower also turned pale.

Aboard the floating stone platform, a chill ran down the backs of the dozens of Demon Race prodigies, and they began to tremble uncontrollably, from their spines to the tips of their hair.

A top-tier Demon Race Little Saint, one who stood at the Grand Grade Level—the absolute limit of power this world could contain!

And yet, a Daoist temple had smashed into him, shattering his physique and leaving him on the verge of death!

It had all happened too quickly, too abruptly. The Human Race prodigies, those Demon Children, and even the Grand Grade experts seated upon the clouds were all stunned and bewildered.

Elsewhere, within the void, the expressions of Yang Erlang and his two companions grew solemn. They stared in horror at the plaque on the Daoist temple.

Li Changgeng flinched.

"Sanqing Temple... Is this a contingency left behind in the Current World by The Three?"

The three of them exchanged glances, their hearts pounding. To the people and Immortals of the present age, The Three Pristine Ones were but a distant, ethereal legend, seemingly no different from any other great Immortal God of Ancient Times.

But having survived from ancient times to this day, they knew all too well what the name ’Sanqing’ represented!

「Meanwhile, on the arena.」

The near-death Demon Race Little Saint coughed violently. He struggled to his feet, dragging his ruined body upright. His expression was utterly grim as he stared at the Daoist temple in the Celestial Vault, a chill seeping into his heart.

He struggled to speak:

"Is this a hidden gambit of your Human Race? A trump card? What is the meaning of this? Attacking at the slightest provocation? Do you wish for an all-out war with us?!"

As the one who had been struck head-on by the majestic Daoist temple, the Demon Race Little Saint had the clearest sense of its power. The sheer weight of that temple was far beyond what a Grand Grade expert could match.

And yet, it didn’t feel quite as soul-shaking as the time he’d had an audience with an Immortal Level Demon Saint from his own race...

’This temple... its power is above the Grand Grade, perhaps infinitely close to the Immortal Level.’

After a long, dead silence, and under the countless gazes of the wary, the fearful, and the inspired,

a grand and profoundly indifferent voice echoed from the Daoist temple that seemed to span the Celestial Myriad Realms.

"Demon Race..."

The voice shook the very firmament, stirring a monstrous tidal wave of power that caused the ten grand arenas to sway as if in a storm. Even the True Immortals supporting the stages were sent stumbling by the sudden gale!

"The Great Reckoning is coming. I will give you time to prepare. Either the Demons of the Star Sea come and bow in worship to confess your sins, or I will personally descend upon the Star Sea and settle all accounts."

This magnificent, Dao-like voice was perfectly calm, without a hint of emotion, as if it were merely stating a simple, undeniable fact. And that was all!

The faces of the dozens of Demon Race prodigies turned grim. Their leader, Xuan Tong, stared intently at the Daoist temple.

In the six months since they had crossed the border, they had always been the ones acting with impunity, treating the Human Race as a lowly species to be slaughtered and toyed with at will.

But now, during an ’exchange’ intended to break the spine of the Human Race’s younger generation and seize the advantage in the peace talks, this had happened. A Daoist temple had appeared, treating them like livestock and issuing a warning!

Yan Huang and Li Yutong exchanged a look, both awed by the voice’s pronouncement. Aboard the floating stone platform, some of the Human Race prodigies were becoming excited and inspired!

Only Zhuge Ke and Xiaoyan had slightly different reactions. The former was bewildered; she had a nagging feeling that she had made a terrible mistake, one connected to the Daoist temple in the sky. She subconsciously tried to perform a Divination.

As a result, she saw a vision: a tide of countless people chanting, a Daoist holding a whip, lashing the ancient Immortal God Emperors, and three towering Daoist figures standing at the three junctures of the great era, spanning all of past, present, and future!

’PTHOO!!’

The horrifying vision manifested. Without Lu Xuan’s protection this time, Zhuge Ke suffered the backlash. She coughed up blood, and more streamed from her eyes as her vision abruptly went dark.

She was blind.

It had been but a fleeting glimpse, but it was far too reckless. The very concept of her "eyes" had been shattered. Her eyeballs remained, but they could no longer perceive the world.

At her side, Xiaoyan didn’t notice Zhuge Ke’s condition. She was blinking curiously, recalling the supreme, Dao-like voice from moments ago. ’Why does it sound so familiar?’

’Like... Xiaolu?’

Her eyes lit up, her small nose twitched, and a joyful expression spread across her face.

Meanwhile, the Demon Race Little Saint, still dragging his ruined body, gritted his teeth. Though his heart pounded with terror, he raised his head and spoke.

"Who... are you?"

He coughed up more blood and said with a venomous glare:

"You run rampant with this Daoist temple, but you can’t be at the Immortal Level, can you? Immortals cannot enter the Great Heaven and Earth. My Demon Race has Immortal-level beings in this world. Aren’t you afraid of angering a Demon Saint with such wild claims?"

He paused to take a ragged breath, his lungs wheezing like a broken bellows, before continuing:

"Moreover, there are Immortals on this very Ancestor Star who stand with us! You act with such impunity, but the one who will face a reckoning won’t be us—it will be you!"

Yan Huang and Li Yutong’s expressions changed. The two Grand Grade experts emerged slowly from the void, golden lotuses blooming with their every step, accompanied by auspicious phenomena like Qingyun and Immortal Flowers!

The two Grand Grade experts bathed the Demon Race Little Saint in Immortal Light, attempting to heal him, but to no avail.

Their expressions soured slightly. They fearlessly raised their heads to stare directly at the majestic Daoist temple, and one of them demanded:

"I come from the Life Tower! Under orders from the Left and Right Tower Masters, I am here to oversee this exchange. Who might you be, and for what reason do you cause this disturbance? Do you seek to destroy the peace talks?!"

A resplendent Decree materialized in the other Grand Grade expert’s hand. He held up the Immortal Decree and challenged:

"Show yourself! Come out and accept your punishment, or this Decree will bear down and shatter your Daoist temple!"

The voices of the two Grand Grade experts reverberated through the area. A few of the Demon Race prodigies breathed sighs of relief. Even the deep furrow in Xuan Tong’s brow relaxed as he watched the scene with a mocking smirk.

Still seated upon the clouds, Yan Huang and Li Yutong exchanged a peculiar look. ’These two Grand Grade experts... they’re certainly brave.’

After the incident six months ago, they both had their suspicions about the being inside the Sanqing Temple. ’He’s likely... at the Immortal Level!’

’However...’

A worried expression appeared on Li Yutong’s face. ’But the Life Tower... they have two Immortal-level masters...’

Just as everyone’s minds were racing, the clouds and mist above the Daoist temple began to roil, and the vast, tide-like voice spoke once more.

"The Life Tower?"

"That is correct!"

"That’s right!"

The two Grand Grade experts replied proudly in unison. The one holding the Decree added with a faint smile:

"Come out to receive the Decree and journey to the Life Tower to atone for your crimes. Do this, and we can consider this matter closed!"

The indifferent voice from the Daoist temple sounded again:

"The South Pole Life Tower... Nothing but a pack of traitors who aid outsiders."

The expressions of the two Grand Grade experts changed, their brows furrowing. The one holding the Decree raised it high as it erupted in a blindingly brilliant light!

"You are courting death!"

The Decree unleashed a wave of power that surpassed the Grand Grade Level yet fell short of the Immortal Level, pushing the very limits of what this world could withstand. It transformed into a Heaven-Reaching Divine Spear that shot toward the Daoist temple, intent on destroying it!

Everyone present paled. The terrifying shockwave from the Divine Spear caused the entire Ancestor Star to tremble. At that moment, countless great powers opened their eyes, their gazes turning toward the disturbance from afar!

In the Land of the Far South, within the Life Tower, a being shimmering with Buddhist light and another suffused with Dao Rhyme awakened from their slumber.

The one shimmering with Buddhist light, the Left Tower Master, asked in confusion:

"The Decree I left behind has been activated. What has happened?"

The two Immortal-level beings exchanged a confused glance before casting their senses outward. They saw the Divine Spear, formed from the Decree, hurtling toward a Daoist temple.

’Hm? A Daoist temple?’

The two Immortal beings’ expressions shifted. They focused their gaze and realized it was none other than the mysterious and profound Sanqing Temple!

「The next instant.」

Under countless watchful eyes, the Divine Spear struck the majestic Daoist temple, creating... a single ripple.

And that was all.

The two previously composed Grand Grade Immortals froze. They rubbed their eyes in unison, subconsciously assuming they were hallucinating.

A look of understanding—tinged with schadenfreude—dawned in the eyes of Yan Huang and Li Yutong. Then, the vast voice echoed from the Daoist temple once more.

"The peace talks end here."

As the words fell, the Daoist temple swayed and then rammed forward with a deafening BOOM!

A massive wave of power erupted, and a terrifying killing intent enveloped the two Grand Grade experts. Their scalps went numb with fear, and they instinctively tried to flee. One stepped onto a Golden Great Dao, vanishing into the deep cosmos, while the other fled toward the Land of the Far South!

However.

The majestic Daoist temple appeared in the deep cosmos and the Land of the Far South at the very same time. It materialized above the heads of both Grand Grade Immortals and, under the shocked and horrified gazes of countless powerful onlookers, came crashing down!

"Insolence!"

An enraged roar echoed from within the Life Tower as a crystalline, jade-like hand wreathed in brilliant Buddhist light shot out.

The world trembled violently, threatening to shatter and collapse, completely unable to bear such immense power. The crystalline hand itself began to fracture like fragile porcelain, covered in a web of cracks!

But the hand’s owner paid it no mind, allowing both his hand and the fabric of the world to crumble as he forcefully struck at the Daoist temple!

’CRACK!!’

The Sanqing Temple shook violently, and the gloomy, magnificent vista surrounding it shattered into pieces. A cold, murderous voice echoed from within:

"You cross the boundary, heedless of the world’s collapse. For that, I shall smite you with lightning."

Across the sky, Innate Thunder Light materialized, weaving itself into a vast Thunder Abyss that poured down into the Life Tower with a thunderous roar!

"Do you wish to fight the two of us at once?!"

Another majestic voice boomed from the Life Tower. A great hand, suffused with Dao Rhyme, rose to meet the sea of lightning. With a casual flip, it extinguished the ocean of Innate Thunder Light!

However, though the hand retracted with incredible speed, it still shed a few drops of Immortal Blood. They crashed into the Land of the Far South with a deafening rumble, a clear sign that the owner had been injured!

A derisive chuckle echoed from within the Sanqing Temple.

"One Buddhist, one Daoist... When the time for the reckoning comes, I will remember the two of you."

With those words, the Daoist temple pressed down and gave a slight twist.

’THUD!’

Amid agonizing wails, the two Grand Grade experts—from their physical bodies to their very souls and True Spirits—were ground into oblivion by the Daoist temple!

The blood of the Grand Grade experts exploded outward. The Celestial Vault trembled as if about to weep, mourning the fall of beings who represented the limit of power in the current world!

Meanwhile, above Shengjing, Yan Huang and Li Yutong shot to their feet. They looked out into the distance, seeing one Daoist temple crushing a Grand Grade expert in the cosmic sea and another annihilating one in the Land of the Far South.

Then they looked up at the Sanqing Temple above their own heads, which seemed not to have moved at all. Their expressions were dazed!

"Every... Everywhere?!"

Yan Huang swallowed hard, recalling a record from an ancient text.

A vast, gloomy aura swirled around the Sanqing Temple as the voice spoke once more.

"On the Ancestor Star, there will be no more talk of peace."

"Those who speak of peace shall die."

The great voice was like a decree, resounding across the entire planet. The very laws of heaven and earth were forcibly altered, with a new, temporary rule added to them.

Namely: Those who speak of peace shall die!

Then, the Daoist temple descended once more. Before the terrified eyes of countless living beings, it utterly annihilated the Demon Race Little Saint, grinding him into nothingness!

The blood of another Grand Grade expert filled the air, and the world grieved once more, as if on the verge of tears.