Chapter 34: Dream 1
Meng hao closed his eyes and thought of an imaginary dream in mist of this boring play:
He imagined himself as a certain protagonist who was in his sect courtyard while these girls were the attackers attacking him...
The sect’s inner court, usually bustling with the disciplined rhythm of cultivation, fell into an eerie stillness. In the heart of the arena stood Meng Hao, his posture relaxed, hands clasped behind his back. A quiet strength clung to him like a shadow. No one noticed the change at first—until the wind shifted.
Then, everything erupted.
An overwhelming aura exploded from his body, invisible yet all-encompassing. The air rippled like water under his presence, and the ground beneath his feet shuddered as though acknowledging its superior. Spiritual pressure radiated out in rings of oppressive force, spreading farther with every breath he took.
It was the Golden Core Realm.
The sky seemed to dim as his cultivation base fully revealed itself. The clouds swirled as if reacting to the pulse of heaven and earth being thrown into imbalance. The very laws of nature bent slightly in his presence.
BOOM!
A low, dull sound echoed as the spiritual energy in the surroundings was pulled into chaos. Winds stirred into a cyclone, lifting dust and leaves, snapping tree branches, and shaking the ornamental statues surrounding the courtyard. Birds that had nested nearby took off in terror, fleeing the invisible god who had awoken in their midst.
The weaker cultivators—those still at the Qi Gathering Realm—didn’t even last a breath.
As if controlled by a higher will, their knees buckled. One by one, they collapsed, groaning as their dantians quivered uncontrollably. Their faces went pale, eyes wide with horror as they realized they couldn’t even move under the weight of his cultivation. Their spiritual roots trembled, their bones felt brittle, and their souls screamed in surrender.
Among them, several female cultivators—proud daughters of noble clans and high-tier sects—cried out softly before being forced to kneel. Their backs bent, not from intention, but from pure, crushing aura suppression.