Chapter 5142 Dream Prison

Chapter 5142 Dream Prison
"A powerhouse at the fifth level of the Emperor's Heart Realm can't even distinguish between reality and illusion. Since he covets the illusory treasure, let him be forever buried in the dream world."

As Xiao Yan's voice rang out, he clenched his fist, then extended his index and middle fingers, and with the two fingers together, he launched a powerful attack from a distance!

The surging power of the soul transformed into a spiraling spike that hurtled straight toward the sinister old man.

"Soul Source Annihilation Finger - Annihilation Fate!"

This finger swept across like a gentle breeze, but for the sinister old man, it was a fatal blow.

His eyes instantly became empty, for he had become a soulless shell, and Xiao Yan's second finger directly tore his soul to shreds.

Kill them all!

At this moment, only Xiao Yan remained in the entire hall.

When he put all the treasures that the sinister old man had stolen into his own pocket, the entire hall suddenly trembled!
The main hall shook violently, as if it were being squeezed and kneaded by an invisible giant hand!

The sturdy pillars snapped with a crash, the magnificent dome crumbled inch by inch, and the entire space seemed to have its foundation removed, collapsing suddenly downwards!
An intense feeling of weightlessness gripped Xiao Yan, and his body plummeted downwards uncontrollably.

All around him were collapsing debris and distorted light and shadow. The deafening roar and spatial tearing seemed to be screaming. Xiao Yan tried to steady himself, but all his efforts were in vain.

The only thing that could be done was to keep accelerating the fall, the speed getting faster and faster, as if falling into a bottomless abyss.

Xiao Yan's heart was beating faster and faster. The feeling of weightlessness was as if it was squeezing out his internal organs. Just as this suffocating feeling of weightlessness reached its peak, and his soul seemed to be thrown out of his body.

It was like a heavy hammer hitting Xiao Yan's chest, his heart pounding like a drum, and at the same time he suddenly opened his eyes!

Just as he had expected, the main hall was a dream!
But the scene before him was unfamiliar. He was not standing, but crowded together with countless figures. He looked around and his heart clenched. All he could see were figures sleeping like statues.

The enormous beastmen and humans all had their eyes closed, their faces changing from time to time, some intoxicated, some greedy, as if they were immersed in their own beautiful dreams, completely unaware of the outside world.

The atmosphere around them was unusually tense, filled with a deathly silence. Xiao Yan had already sensed that some of the figures there were devoid of any life.

The fierce battle, the treasure hunt, the collapse in the main hall just now... all seem like illusions now.

"As expected of Your Excellency, you are the first to awaken from the dream."

Just then, a voice came from afar, and the voice sounded familiar.

Xiao Yan slowly stood up and walked out of the mountain of sleeping humans and beasts, looking in the direction from which the sound came.

All around was a void, seemingly devoid of any physical objects; it was an endless expanse of nothingness.

In the darkness, a strange golden throne appeared, from which the voice came from. Sitting on it was a figure with three heads, a figure that Xiao Yan was familiar with.

It was Qi Baihun who was preparing to assassinate him while he was still entangled in memories with Cen Xianyuan!
"Qi Baihun?!"

Xiao Yan's eyes flickered slightly. This was something he hadn't expected, although he had guessed some of the questions about the identity of the Lord of Illusions before entering.

If we have now escaped the dream and the Qi Baihun we see is real, then it can be basically confirmed that the identity of the Dream Lord is 100% related to the Siming Clan.

"The Lord of Illusions is from the Fate-Holding Clan. In that case, it's not surprising that the Spirit Prisoner Clan was devoured by them. Although we don't know their exact level, their strength is beyond doubt, as they were able to become the new King of the Mountains and Seas."

If the Fate-Bearing Clan had a Lord of Illusions, it would be tantamount to one person attaining enlightenment and all their relatives and friends ascending to heaven, which is why the Spirit Prisoner Clan was defeated.

Xiao Yan's gaze fell upon Qi Baihun, who sat arrogantly on the throne in the distance, his three heads displaying an air of pride. Anger surged within him, but his first priority was to search for the presence of Tianzang King and the others.

This time, Xiao Yan found Tianzang Wang, Xuanhuang, and Fengxi, but they were all still trapped in the dream and showed no signs of waking up.

"The layers of dreams are the work of your Fate-Holding Clan. Qi Baihun's body should now be under the control of the Lord of Illusions, right?"

Xiao Yan's voice then rang out, and on the throne, Qi Baihun's three heads simultaneously revealed a meaningful smile. The smile was devoid of warmth, containing only an indifference that looked down upon ants and a hint of amusement at having caught an interesting prey.

"You're not even qualified to see the Lord of Dreams. Are you sure this place is really reality?" Qi Baihun's mocking voice rang out.

"You're just a defeated opponent. Do you still want to fight me now?" Xiao Yan's voice was equally cold. He didn't take Qi Baihun seriously, but Qi Baihun's words did make Xiao Yan think deeply.

Has he really awakened? Is this reality or an illusion? Xiao Yan really can't be sure.

When he entered the secret realm, he felt a strong sense of life and death crisis, but now, the sense of crisis has vanished. Has it disappeared? Or has Xiao Yan never woken up at all?
Both are possible, but they don't matter right now. In either case, we need to figure things out here as soon as possible, or even leave.

The secret treasure of the Lord of Illusions is too bizarre and has completely exceeded Xiao Yan's control. Staying here any longer would likely lead to dire consequences.

"Whether we fight or not is not important. We just didn't expect that you would actually open this secret treasure. Well then, become nourishment for the Lord of Illusions to revive!"

Xiao Yan frowned slightly upon hearing this. The crisis at that time probably did not only come from the outside world, but also from the powerful presence within the Dream Lord's secret treasure.

This place is not simple. Xiao Yan looked up and locked his gaze directly onto Qi Baihun. No matter what, he had to kill this thing first!

Xiao Yan immediately moved, and extreme lightning condensed beneath his feet. He appeared in front of Qi Baihun almost instantly.

He raised his fist, intending to smash it directly at the figure on the throne.

But at that moment, an invisible, terrifying pressure suddenly descended!
This pressure is not a simple energy impact, but contains a power of rules that directly affects the soul itself, as if it can control the soul at will.

The entire void instantly transformed into a viscous, malevolent swamp, threatening to crush and dissolve Xiao Yan's soul and body!

Xiao Yan's expression changed drastically, and his pupils contracted sharply!
He instantly pushed his soul power to its limit, trying to protect himself with his powerful illusory soul. At the same time, the white star mark between his eyebrows flickered, attempting to resist this restraint.

However, the gap was too large, and Xiao Yan's eyes turned red and were bloodshot.

"Pfft!"

As if struck by a tremendous force, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body completely out of control.

scoff!

Qi Baihun had seven fingers, and his long, sharp claws instantly pierced through Xiao Yan's chest, even penetrating his heart!