he has entered the Daoist realm, even touching upon the Way of Fire. However, it remains unknown how the other four lines of his insights fare, and whether the five Dao Fruits within him still exist!”..."Dead"

Inside the Eight Departments of Heaven, the Heavenly Clan Chief stared at the two pieces of life stones that were reduced to powder before him. He couldn't believe his eyes; he felt as if he had been petrified.

These two pieces of spirit stones naturally belong to the elders of the Zhanbu and Longbu, their strength is something no one knows better than the leader of the Tianbu clan.

That is absolutely not comparable to Tian Xiang and the others.

Those eight clans who were killed before being sent down to the lower realm, even if 800 died, or even 8,000, the Tianbu Clan Chief wouldn't feel a bit sorry.

However, now it's the loss of elders. Such a loss is truly too significant for my Eight Divisions Heaven.

Although the Heavenly Clan Chief knew that the Lower Realm where Jiang Yun was located must have something strange, he absolutely didn't expect that even two elders-level powerhouses would be killed by someone in such a short time after entering.

After a long while, the Tianbu clan chief finally recovered from his shock. He looked at the two life stones and fell into deep thought.

Now he only has two paths before him.

One is to temporarily seal away the affairs of this subordinate domain and cease to concern oneself with them; the other is to send even more powerful experts.

Finally, he shook his head and muttered to himself, "Now is not the time to act rashly. We must wait until the Conquering Ancient Road ends!"

I think, whether it's Ji Kongfan or Jiang Yun, they won't honestly walk to the end on this path of ancient heaven.

"They will inevitably kill even more celestial cultivators. By then, our several major celestial alliances will come together. Even a Heavenly Venerable will have to give us some face!"

——

Ginger stood still, pondering for a moment, and then understood. It must have been the three ringing sounds of the bronze bells he had last heard that led him into this dream.

He did realize, he underestimated Qian Huan Tian's illusionary art!

Although the opponent used the sound of a bronze bell to send people into an illusion, it doesn't mean their ability to cast illusions is ordinary.

Being one of the heavens, having all eight heavenly realms acknowledge the mighty Qianhuan Heaven, especially with the support of the powerful Wanhuan Tianzun behind Qianhuan Heaven, how could they possibly be weak!

Thinking this, Ginger Cloud finally raised his head and looked at the dream world he was currently in.

Everything was shrouded in a grayish mist, like the time before distinctions were made. It was thick with fog, so dense that nothing could be seen.

Whether it's an illusion or a dream, they are essentially amplifying a certain sense of the person who enters them to infinity, or extracting a particularly deep memory from that person and arranging it in a convincing way to create a false image.

There's another scenario: instead of considering the senses and memories of those entering, one relies on their own strength to weave a phantom realm.

"The first kind of illusion, the most common one, is to amplify a person's fear and have them see their greatest fears in the illusion."

"And the second kind of illusion is to transform the most familiar people and things!"

As for the third kind, it all depends on how the practitioner weaves it.

I wonder what kind of illusion Yue Yuan Kang has set up for us!

Just as these thoughts flashed through Jiang Yun's mind, the mist that had gathered all around him began to dissipate at a visible speed.

And looking at the scene revealed after the dissipated mist, Jiang Yun couldn't help but let out a cold smile: "The second kind!"

Because there was no mist to obscure the view, what appeared before Jiang Yun's eyes was a dilapidated house.

Although it was just a corner, Ginger Cloud immediately recognized it - it was a part of Ginger Village!

As Ginger Cloud recognized the place, the mist dissipated at an accelerated rate. Ginger Village slowly came into view before Ginger Cloud!

Looking at this place that held sixteen years of his memories, a home he cherished deeply, Jiang Yun stood rooted to the spot, not moving an inch. Instead, he continued to mutter to himself: "Next, Grandfather and Yue Rou should make their appearances one by one, right"

"Cloud Baby!"

As expected, a venerable voice rang in Jiang Yun's ear, that of his grandfather, Jiang Wanli.

Although she knew it was all fake, Ginger Cloud's body still trembled involuntarily, and she closed her eyes slightly.

Even if it's fake, for Ginger Cloud, her grandfather and everyone in Ginger Village are the greatest regret in her heart.

At this moment, a warm hand rested on Ginger Cloud's shoulder, and Grandpa's voice sounded again: "Yunwa, since you've returned, why don't you go inside What are you doing standing here daydreaming"

Ginger finally slowly opened her eyes. The Ginger Village before her had become vibrant with life. One familiar figure after another walked along the village path, weaving between the houses.

Everything is exactly the same as Ginger Cloud's memory of Ginger Village.

Looking back, Grandpa's slightly hunched figure also imprinted in Jiang Yun's eyes, causing Jiang Yun's heart to tremble again.

Although he desperately wanted to call out "Grandpa," he knew that Grandpa, along with everything else, was a lie. If he treated them as real, he might truly be trapped in this illusionary dream.

"Little Cloud Child, why aren't you speaking"

Seeing that Jiang Yun remained silent, his grandfather walked up to him and waved his hand in front of him. "Yun'er, after you went out to cultivate, you became reticent. Did something happen Come on, tell grandpa about it!"

Looking at the worry etched on her grandfather's aged face, countless memories of their past life together flashed through Jiang Yun's mind.

...It even made him think of his grandfather's last act of selflessness, gathering the entire Ginger Clan's strength to weave a vast dream of Qingming for himself, for Dao Zun and others.

That's also why grandpa and the others merged into the mirage, never to be seen again.

Although I have always held onto the belief that Grandpa and the others could still pull through, just like my three senior brothers and sisters, this hope is truly too faint.

"Lao Si!"

Just then, a gentle voice suddenly sounded behind Jiang Yun again, causing Jiang Yun's body to tremble once more.

Because this is the Big Brother's voice!

Turning around, sure enough, his three senior brothers and sisters were standing behind him, smiling at him.

Looking at them, Jiang Yun felt a familiarity wash over him, and suddenly a vague thought flashed through his mind, making him vaguely recall something. But the thought vanished so quickly that he couldn't grasp it.

At this time, Dong Fangbo walked to Jiang Yun's face and asked the same words: "Lao Si, what's wrong with you"

Xuanyuan laughed and said, "Are you too happy to see us"

Hearing the words of these three people, a smile also appeared on Jiang Yun's face. Before his smile could fade, a childish cough suddenly sounded.

Jiang Yun sighed and said, "Has Master appeared as well!"

Ginger Cloud had to turn his head again, looking at the child-like figure of Gu Bulao who appeared behind him. At this glance, Ginger Cloud's mind flashed with that blurry thought once more.

This time, Ginger Cloud didn't let the thought disappear again. Instead, she furrowed her brows and pondered it deeply.

Not until a long time later did he casually glance at his own body, and immediately, beyond the form clad only in a long robe, there appeared the battle armor transformed from Shizuku...

This made Ginger Cloud abruptly raise his head and look at the crowd of people standing silently around him. A sudden realization dawned on his face as he said, "I understand now. This illusionary dream technique is indeed something I underestimated!"

To verify his own thoughts, Jiang Yun ignored his master and everyone else, and directly looked at Situ Jing!tnessed a cataclysmic battle, and saw a child sitting atop an endless expanse of graves...It's a pity that in his dream, he was only an observer. He could only watch, but not speak, move, or even thin...