With the demons cleared, the pressure on Lou Tianhu eased significantly. He immediately spotted Lan Xiaobu and the Reincarnation Bridge swirling with the charm of reincarnation before him.
“Haha, Senior Lan,” Lou Tianhu laughed heartily, breaking free from the demons’ encirclement and landing near Lan Xiaobu. The pursuing demons were all swept away by the bridge.
He wasn’t surprised Lan Xiaobu had the Reincarnation Bridge. Lan Xiaobu had previously revealed the Reincarnation Cauldron, so what was a bridge now? Standard fare.
The man fighting alongside Lou Tianhu also stepped forward, landing where Lan Xiaobu stood.
Tian Gang Sage didn’t know that back when Lou Tianhu was a late-stage Quasi-Saint and Lan Xiaobu a mere Divine Monarch, Lou had called him “Senior.” Even if he did, he’d find it normal. But the man with Lou Tianhu stared at Lan Xiaobu in shock. He knew Lou Tianhu’s background well—the founder of the Eternal River Pill Dao, a figure of immense seniority, far older than him. Yet this veteran called Lan Xiaobu “Senior.” Who was this young man?
Then there was the bridge, radiating reincarnation charm… Could it be the Reincarnation Bridge? Realizing this, the man’s gaze shifted.
A powerhouse with the Reincarnation Bridge likely outstripped even Lou Tianhu in stature.
“Senior Lou, good to see you again. Congrats on your progress,” Lan Xiaobu said with a smile, in high spirits.
Tian Gang Sage, hearing Lan Xiaobu call Lou Tianhu “Senior,” felt a jolt and began scrutinizing this First-Turn Sage he’d previously overlooked. If the Dao Lord called him “Senior,” he couldn’t be simple.
Lou Tianhu grinned, “Compared to you, I feel like I’ve wasted my years. Is that bridge harvesting the demons the Reincarnation Bridge?”
“Yep, it’s the Reincarnation Bridge,” Lan Xiaobu confirmed. With his current strength, revealing the bridge—or even the Cosmic Dimension Model—posed little risk; few would dare covet his treasures.
“Oh, this is Friend Yan Ling. Dimeng Tower Plaza was, in a way, founded by him. He and I were holding off the demons together. If you hadn’t shown up, we’d have been done for,” Lou Tianhu said, relieved to be saved just as they were about to collapse.
Yan Ling? Lan Xiaobu instantly recalled some goons he’d killed here over spirit stones—seemingly from the Great Flame Divine Valley.
“Yan Ling greets Senior Lan,” Yan Ling Sage said, stepping forward with a respectful bow. If even Lou Tianhu called him “Senior,” he had to follow suit.
Lan Xiaobu nodded, letting old grudges slide.
“You again, brat,” a furious voice rang out, followed by a figure bursting from Dimeng Tower.
“Great Dream Sage?” Tian Gang Sage’s face paled as he saw the newcomer, instinctively stepping back. Though contemporaries, he could only look up to Great Dream Sage in strength and prestige.
“Oh? Tian Gang Sage? You’re still alive?” the figure said, spotting Tian Gang beside Lan Xiaobu.
Tian Gang Sage? Lou Tianhu and Yan Ling turned to him in shock. A legendary figure, standing right there.
“Dao Lord, this guy’s Lou Yiyi. He proved the Dao through dreams, creating his own Great Dream Dao Canon and claiming the top-tier treasure, Dimeng Tower. A ruthless killer—countless powerhouses have fallen in his dream realm,” Tian Gang said, spilling every detail without hesitation.
Lou Yiyi stared coldly at Tian Gang, “Xu Ge, I thought you were just a coward back then. Now I see you’re not just spineless—you’re less than a dog, licking some master’s boots. Had I known you were such trash, I’d have slapped you into my dream cycle long ago.”
Tian Gang remained unfazed, replying evenly, “I serve under Dao Lord Lan because I seek light and justice. I believe the vast cosmos will one day be under his command. Only he can ensure lasting peace. What does a dream-spawn like you know? Surrender to your Grandpa Tian Gang quick, and I’ll spare you.”
Lou Tianhu and Yan Ling were dumbfounded. Tian Gang Sage and Great Dream Sage—both legendary titans—bickering like street thugs? Unbelievable.
But Lan Xiaobu sensed something off. His feud with Great Dream Sage ran deep; the man should’ve attacked him on sight, not wasted time with words. Something was wrong. A being like Great Dream Sage engaging in verbal sparring?
Suspicious, Lan Xiaobu discreetly pulled out a spatial array disc and activated it. Better safe than sorry with these old monsters and their tricks.
Lou Yiyi said coolly, “You’d better pray you never cross me alone, or you’ll regret it.”
Lan Xiaobu chuckled, “You might not have a future to worry about.”
Lou Yiyi sneered at him, “You’ve killed my demons, stolen the Nirvana Saint Fruit my clone nurtured with a realm’s fate and emotions, and wrecked my Dimeng Tower’s dream pool. If there’s one person I want dead most, it’s you. Know how I kill?
“Anyone who opposes me faces eternal nightmares, unchanging through lifetimes. I kill them, then raise them as my demons. They don’t even know if they’re in reality or a dream, and when they die, their emotions willingly become my nightmare spawn.”
Lan Xiaobu laughed, “You’re so great, huh? Can’t you tell what this bridge is?”
His unease grew. This guy wasn’t just talkative—he was overly detailed.
“Just the Reincarnation Bridge…” Lou Yiyi said, a mocking curl on his lips. “You can die now…”
In that instant, Lan Xiaobu, Tian Gang, Lou Tianhu, and Yan Ling were all dragged into a vast dream space.
Lan Xiaobu immediately summoned his Fate Dao Tree and linked to the Emperor Rest Tree, trying to break free. He soon realized he was fully lucid but couldn’t escape.
Looking at Tian Gang, Lou Tianhu, and Yan Ling, he saw the difference. If his trees kept him calm and aware despite being trapped, the other three were fully lost in the dream.
Tian Gang smiled, hands weaving Tian Gang Transformation Divine Dao charms, preparing to ascend to Fifth-Turn Sage. Lou Tianhu summoned a pill furnace, laughing maniacally as he tossed vague items into it, as if grasping some divine pill insight. Blurry demon shadows formed around him—his emotions, twisted by the dream realm into new nightmare spawn.
Yan Ling stood like a ruler of all, eyes radiating dominance, as if he controlled the cosmos. Around him, demons spawned too, thick with malice.
Great Dream Sage’s face was pale, eyes closed, his hands swirling with dream charm. Endless Great Dream Dao energy poured from his realm, turning into dream laws that devoured the trio’s charms and emotions.
Worse, Lan Xiaobu saw he was trying to seize the Reincarnation Bridge for himself.
The bridge could suppress demons—a natural counter to Great Dream Sage. But if he claimed it, it’d bolster his Great Dream Dao immensely.
For now, Lan Xiaobu’s emotions hadn’t spilled, so no demons formed around him, and the external dream laws couldn’t touch him.
He knew if he didn’t act, Tian Gang, Lou Tianhu, and Yan Ling would soon become Great Dream Sage’s nightmare spawn.
He understood now—Lou Yiyi’s earlier chatter was a ploy to infect this space with Great Dream Dao laws, slipping in unnoticed until they were all ensnared.
Lan Xiaobu marveled. Had he not disrupted Great Dream Sage’s plans repeatedly, the man’s cultivation would rival Xi’e’s. Even so, he’d seized the chance as cosmic rules stabilized, reaching Seventh-Turn Sage.
Proving the Dao through dreams was indeed swift—Lan Xiaobu hadn’t seen anyone ascend faster.
Fortunately, he wasn’t unprepared. Without the spatial array disc, he’d have to retreat. Saving all three fully would’ve been tough.
But he had it—and had activated it. With a surge of his charm, the disc broke spatial rules, shifting everything.
In an instant, the dream charm and endless demons were swept into another space.
Tian Gang, Lou Tianhu, and Yan Ling jolted awake, only to see Lan Xiaobu step onto the Reincarnation Bridge, summoning a long halberd.
The bridge swelled tenfold, its reincarnation charm nearly solid. Lan Xiaobu’s Longevity Halberd slashed at Great Dream Sage.
Amid resonant Dao tones, a deathly aura filled Dimeng Tower Plaza. Under the reincarnation charm, the halberd seemed to guide Lou Yiyi to cycle this life.
Great Dream Sage’s eyes widened. He saw his past and stepped onto the bridge instinctively—this was his present. The faster he crossed, the sooner he’d reincarnate into a perfect next life, right?
One Breath, One Cycle; One Halberd Spans Three Lives!
The Great Dream charm faltered. Lou Yiyi’s heart lurched—wrong, he was on the bridge, he had to retreat. Just then, he saw the halberd, crossing his three lives, crashing down.
