My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times

Zhang Jifeng exchanged a glance with Zhang Huatian and whispered, "The number of Grand Grade masters in the world is known, so how have we never heard of one who rides a black bull? And he’s shrouded in mist, his face completely hidden."

"Could it be..." Zhang Huatian’s expression hardened. "Could he be related to the Life and Death Second Floors? Did he come from the South Pole or the North Pole?"

Zhang Jifeng’s face changed.

The True Immortal Daoists had clearly thought of this as well. One of them asked cautiously, "May I be so bold as to ask, Fellow Daoist, where have you come from?"

From the back of the black bull, the young man’s voice boomed out again from within the chaotic mist:

"From a Daoist Temple."

A Daoist Temple?

Everyone present exchanged bewildered glances. Up the mountain, in the Celestial Master’s Mansion, the Old Celestial Master stroked his long beard, his eyes narrowing slightly as he murmured to himself, ’From a Daoist Temple? Interesting...’

He sat on his cattail mat, glancing sideways at the gently trembling Three-Five Evil-Slaying Sword before his gaze returned to the figure on the bull’s back halfway down the mountain.

’I can’t see through him.’

The Old Celestial Master’s expression grew heavy. He could sense that the four people following behind, as well as the black bull, were all at the absolute peak of the Grand Grade Level—the very limit that the current world could contain!

But the two figures on the bull’s back were completely obscured. Even his own gaze was blocked by the chaotic mist!

This was quite astonishing.

The Old Celestial Master’s eyes grew deep in thought. ’Could this be related to that ancient Immortal or Buddha who forced their return?’

As a thousand thoughts raced through his mind, a sudden crisis erupted halfway down the mountain.

The True Immortal Daoist cupped his hands in a salute. "Then please wait a moment, Fellow Daoist, while I go inform the Celestial Master—"

Before he could finish, the smaller figure sitting in front on the bull’s back suddenly swayed and let out an ethereal voice:

"I feel so dizzy..."

"Be... care..."

The graceful, petite figure suddenly fell from the bull’s back, caught by the chaotic figure seated behind her.

Inside the mist, Lu Xuan’s expression changed drastically. He sensed Xiaoyan’s heart rate exceeding three hundred beats per minute, her vital energies were in revolt, and her spirit was extremely unstable!

In his alarm, a sliver of his aura leaked out, sweeping across the entirety of Dragon Tiger Mountain, roiling the heavy clouds and summoning wind and thunder!

It even triggered the Sanqing Daoist Temple in the void and his own illusory true self, causing a trace of an Immortal aura to descend.

Although the Immortal aura vanished in a flash, it still surpassed the world’s limits, causing the Celestial Vault to collapse!

"The sky is falling!" someone shrieked.

Wang Zhiyao looked up at the sky, her expression changing dramatically. She saw a vast and complete section of the Celestial Vault shatter into countless fragments, peeling away from the clouds and crashing down with a deafening ROAR!

Some tried to flee, but under the pressure of that sliver of aura that had swept out from the chaotic mist on the bull’s back, they found they couldn’t move an inch. Even the flow of their blood slowed to a near standstill!

"Fellow Daoist, why have you done this?"

Near the summit, an ancient voice suddenly rang out. A moment later, a massive hand appeared, caught the entire collapsing Celestial Vault, and pressed it back into place.

With another wave of the hand, it smoothed out all the cracks in the sky.

In the next instant, the Old Celestial Master, his hair and beard completely white, walked out of the Celestial Master’s Mansion. He took a single step down, stood suspended in the void, and stared at the blurry figure on the bull’s back.

"Greetings, Celestial Master!"

The thirteen True Immortals hurriedly bowed in salute. The visitors from the various factions nearby also snapped out of their daze and bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Celestial Master!"

The Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain was the most powerful individual on the mountain and also the most mysterious figure known to the Federation. He had once killed a provocative Grand Grade master who came to Dragon Tiger Mountain with a single point of his finger. Rumor had it that he was an Existence beyond Grand Grade, but this had never been confirmed.

At that moment, on the bull’s back, Lu Xuan did not reply. He was holding the unconscious Xiaoyan, his Divine Thought probing into her body to help pacify her rampaging vital energies and spirit.

But even so, Xiaoyan did not wake up and remained in a coma.

Lu Xuan’s expression was grim. He looked up and said, "There has been a sudden turn of events. Celestial Master, do you have a quiet room available?"

Although the Old Celestial Master couldn’t see the exact situation within the mist, he could tell from the hazy silhouettes that something was wrong with the graceful, petite figure.

He immediately nodded. "Fellow Daoist, you may come to my Celestial Master’s Mansion."

"Thank you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Big Black Bull took a step, and Yang Erlang and the other three followed. With a shimmer, they vanished from their spot.

The Old Celestial Master did not linger either and immediately followed.

After they left, a dead silence first fell over the mountainside, which then erupted into an uproar, the clamor nearly shaking the heavens.

"A single wisp of aura caused the sky to collapse..." an elder from the Langya Wang Family said in shock.

"An ordinary Grand Grade master would be incapable of such a feat!"

Nearby, another old monster close to the True Immortal level also showed a look of astonishment. "There’s more to it than that. Just now, when the sky was collapsing, the Celestial Master caught the heavens with a single palm and forcibly smoothed out the cracks... Could the Celestial Master truly be beyond Grand Grade, just as the legends say?"

"Impossible!" a True Immortal retorted. "The world’s limit is Grand Grade. It simply cannot contain anyone above that level. The Celestial Master must have just reached an extreme level within the Grand Grade Realm!"

Everyone began to discuss the matter animatedly, but sweat was trickling down the foreheads of the thirteen True Immortal Daoists.

’Others might not know, they might not understand, but we do. The Celestial Master... truly is above Grand Grade!’

’It’s just that Dragon Tiger Mountain is special, existing independently of the Great Heaven and Earth...’

’So the question is, what is the origin of that chaotic figure on the bull’s back, who the Celestial Master himself addresses as ’Fellow Daoist’??’

The thirteen True Immortal Daoists looked at each other, their hearts pounding.

「Meanwhile, in the Celestial Master’s Mansion.」

Lu Xuan could no longer be bothered with concealment. He leaped off the bull’s back while holding Xiaoyan, and the chaotic mist shrouding his body dissipated.

"Lu Zi?" The Celestial Master was stunned for a moment, then looked completely taken aback.

Lu Xuan gave him a hurried nod, then gently placed Yan Jiangxue in the empty air and immediately began to channel the Mediation of Creation.

Before the Old Celestial Master’s astonished eyes, a small amount of Innate Material and a massive quantity of Divine Essence materialized out of thin air, all of which Lu Xuan infused into Xiaoyan’s body.

But it was like a stone sinking into the ocean; it had no effect whatsoever.

Yan Jiangxue’s eyes were shut tight, sweat continuously rolling down her forehead. She had fallen into an extremely deep coma, showing no sign of waking!

The Old Celestial Master snapped back to his senses. While still reeling in shock from Lu Zi’s ability to create something from nothing, he spoke in a solemn voice, "It seems there’s a problem with her mind and soul. Her Three Souls and Seven Spirits have all retreated into the depths of her Spiritual World. What you are doing won’t wake her, Fellow Daoist Lu."

Beside them, Yang Erlang also took a step forward.

"He’s right, Master. I can also sense that the problem is with her True Spirit, not her physical body. It’s useless no matter how much Innate Material and Divine Essence you pour into her."

Lu Xuan’s brow furrowed even tighter. He said nothing, merely extending his Divine Thought into Xiaoyan’s body, trying to probe her Spiritual World.

However, he encountered a barrier that blocked his Divine Thought. And that barrier was continuously growing thicker and vaster!

"Please, help me!" Seeing more and more sweat on Xiaoyan’s forehead, Lu Xuan’s heart seized with anxiety, and he cried out urgently.

The Old Celestial Master didn’t hesitate, decisively lending his aid. Yang Erlang and the others did the same.

「At the same time.」

Above Dragon Tiger Mountain, at the heart of the converging winds and clouds.

Gale-force winds gathered, and from the eye of the storm, a figure strode out. The moment he appeared, a vast and mighty pressure descended!

The entirety of Dragon Tiger Mountain trembled slightly under this heavenly might!

"By order of the Rolling Curtain Celestial King and the Golden Body Buddha, I have come to this Human World."

Ben Bo’Erba, clad in a Divine Robe, looked down, his gaze fixed on the countless Daoists on the mountain. His voice was like Great Thunder, shaking the nine heavens:

"Since you have seen me, why do you not kneel?"