My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times

Above Shengjing.

A Daoist Temple pressed down upon the sky—heavy, mysterious, profound, and majestic. The Mysteries of Heaven and Earth flowed across its surface, carrying the vicissitudes of countless Years, as if it had existed since time immemorial, enduring through myriad ages.

Three Grand Grades had died one after another in an extremely short time. The heavens wept blood, the Ancestor Star cried out in sorrow, and even the white clouds were stained a faint red as they roiled heavily.

Dozens of the Demon Race’s prodigies shuddered, frozen in place, not daring to move a muscle. Even Xuan Tong—once the most arrogant of them all, who had acted without restraint, confident in his status as a Demon Saint’s direct heir—was now terrified. He didn’t dare look directly at the magnificent Daoist Temple, fearing he would draw the gaze of the terrifying Existence within!

Yan Huang and Li Yutong belatedly came to their senses. They flew up and bowed respectfully toward the dark Daoist Temple.

"Yan Huang, a Great Grade Immortal, pays his respects to you, Senior!"

"Li Yutong, Speaker of the Federation, pays his respects to you, Senior!"

As he spoke respectfully, Yan Huang peeked at the mysterious Daoist Temple from the corner of his eye. He couldn’t help but swallow, his mind reeling.

Ordinary True Immortals might not have been able to see the shocking events in the Land of the Far South just now, but every Grand Grade had seen it all with perfect clarity!

That palm, which had nearly collapsed the heavens and earth with its weight, had struck fiercely, yet it had only caused the Daoist Temple to sway. Then, with a single word, the temple’s master had summoned a sea of lightning that injured another Existence beyond the Grand Grade level, leaving behind scorch marks and drawing Immortal Golden Blood!

As for crushing three Grand Grades like ants... compared to the brief clash in the Land of the Far South, it was barely worth mentioning.

Just as Yan Huang’s mind was racing, a world-shaking Daoist hymn once again sounded from within the Daoist Temple.

"Dispense with the pleasantries. These demons below are all to be punished by torture. After death by a thousand cuts, their heads are to be severed and hung beyond the Great Wall. Do you understand?"

The dozens of Demon Race prodigies paled, and large beads of sweat dripped from Xuan Tong’s forehead. Yan Huang and Li Yutong exchanged a startled glance, then nodded in unison and replied together:

"We understand and will obey Senior’s Decree!"

"Good."

The Sanqing Temple trembled slightly once more. Its gates suddenly swung open, and a supreme, wondrous tone sounded again:

"Enter my gates, enter my gates."

Everyone present subconsciously looked toward the open gates, but all they could see was a tangle of Chaos, crackling with thunder and lightning, accompanied by all manner of Profound Mysteries.

Beyond that, they could see nothing, nothing at all.

In the next instant, under the astonished gazes of countless onlookers, a terrifying pulling force emerged. It lifted Chong Shanhu, who was lying paralyzed on the arena platform, and drew him toward the Daoist Temple.

Another pulling force descended upon a young woman dressed in simple clothes, her face coolly and stunningly beautiful.

Yan Huang’s pupils contracted. But Xiaoyan, rising steadily with the pulling force, revealed a faint smile.

She nodded at her old man, signaling for him not to worry, before disappearing along with the broken-bodied Chong Shanhu into the dark, gloomy gates of the Daoist Temple.

But the Daoist Temple’s gates did not close; they remained wide open. Just as everyone was feeling bewildered,

a faint ripple spread through the void. Then, an old man, a young man, a middle-aged man, and a large, pure-black water buffalo appeared.

The three men and the buffalo looked straight ahead, ignoring the stunned gazes of the onlookers. They simply bowed slightly and walked together toward the Sanqing Temple.

Only after they too had entered the gates did the doors of the Sanqing Temple slam shut and fade into the void.

In the instant before the Daoist Temple vanished, a wisp of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi drifted down, transforming into a Celestial Blade that lightly carved through the air.

One by one, the prodigies of the Demon Race had their limbs gouged out and their Dao Foundations severed, collapsing to the ground to wail powerlessly.

Xuan Tong’s face changed. He tried to flee through the void, not hesitating to reveal the Cultivation he had hidden for so long, but it was only at the Earth Immortal Level. How could he possibly escape?

His four limbs were severed, and his Demon Blood splattered everywhere as if it cost nothing. His Dao Foundation also disintegrated under the Celestial Blade formed from Primordial Qi, and his entire Cultivation drained away like the mighty Yangtze River flowing east, vanishing completely!

"Mercy, mercy."

...

’All who negotiate... die?’

「On Dragon Tiger Mountain」

The Old Celestial Master slowly rose to his feet, walked outside the Celestial Master’s Mansion, and stood in an open space, gazing at the sky.

He listened to the vast, mighty voice, a solemn look flashing across his face. His aged fingers traced the void, sensing the changes in the laws of Heaven, Earth, and Nature.

Beside him, a Great Daoist asked softly:

"Celestial Master, that voice is...?"

"I do not know." The Old Celestial Master shook his head, his gaze profound. Though he stood on Dragon Tiger Mountain, it was as if he were looking down upon the entire, colossal Ancestor Star.

He said,

"That Daoist Temple is the very definition of profound. Although it has not yet reached the ranks of the Immortal, it possesses some characteristics of the Immortal and even the Celestial Realms. Who is its master?"

"The Sanqing Temple Master. It seems he acted once before, obliterating one of Sakata Shindo’s arms. It involved the Path of Cause and Effect."

The Great Daoist recounted as he recalled:

"I just remember that while the Sanqing Temple Master was mysterious and powerful back then, he didn’t seem as mighty as he is now... taking on two Immortals from the Life Tower head-on..."

He paused, a flicker of fear in his eyes, and added:

"Right, Celestial Master, what do you make of the Sanqing Temple Master’s declaration, ’All who negotiate, die’?"

The Celestial Master was silent for a long time before speaking grimly:

"He didn’t just say it."

"What do you mean?" The Great Daoist was taken aback.

"That being used his Supreme Power to issue a celestial decree, altering the Dharma and the Dao, and engraved those four words—’All who negotiate, die’—into the current rules of Heaven and Earth."

The Celestial Master looked up, a solemn expression in his eyes. "I can foresee... the heavens are about to change."

The Great Daoist was dumbstruck. ’Issuing a celestial decree, altering the Dharma and the Dao, modifying the rules?’

’With just... a single sentence?’