In the heart of the Pacific Ocean, stood a massive bronze gate, a Heaven-rank Gate.

On the surface of the sea, every hour, every moment, the corpses of Dream-eating Insects floated.

This place had almost transformed into a true hell, enveloped by fierce battles. From within the Heaven-rank Gate, massive hordes of Dream-eating Insects would periodically surge forth.

At times, even Ninth-rank Dream-eating Insect Overlords would appear, carried within swirling tempests.

Once a Ninth-rank Dream-eating Insect Overlord emerged, human Ninth-rank Dream Masters would invariably have to take action, engaging in a great battle.

Ninth-rank beings were exceedingly difficult to slay.

The Dream Masters could only force them back behind the Heaven-rank Gate.

For a time, the war descended into a critical phase. The Dream Weavers found themselves unable to conquer and suppress this Heaven-rank Gate as they would an ordinary Grand Dream Gate.

Military Base Island.

Ly Moc Ca stood with his hands clasped behind his back, at the very forefront, his gaze fixed upon the towering bronze gate ahead.

"It has been a month already... What lies behind the Heaven-rank Gate remains undiscovered and unclear."

Ly Moc Ca shook his head.

Ever since Lac Lan returned from behind the gate, bringing with him a shocking piece of news...

...the military immediately prevented others from entering the Heaven-rank Gate.

Whose words were more credible: the fallen Dream Master’s, or Lac Lan’s?

Was the realm beyond the Heaven-rank Gate truly a desolate land, awash with blood, or was it, as Lac Lan claimed, a beautiful world brimming with immortal qi?

Precisely because of this uncertainty, the high-ranking officials dared not dispatch anyone into it.

However, To Phu and his companions had not emerged for a month.

They were all elite prodigies of humanity, destined to become Grandmasters in the future. Their demise within would naturally be a cause for profound regret and sorrow.

Therefore, the military organized a squad of junior Grandmasters, preparing to step into the Heaven-rank Gate.

To Phu landed atop Fifth Peak.

This journey outward allowed him to experience the vastness and beauty of the entire Immortal Dream Sect.

It was as if he had stepped into a mythical immortal realm, bringing him immense impact.

According to the disciples of the Immortal Dream Sect, the Sect Master cultivated upon the Main Peak, and his cultivation base seemed incredibly profound, almost akin to the legendary "Immortal".

As he dismounted from the old cat's back, within the palace of Fifth Peak, Meow Niang transformed into a white blur, swiftly rushing out, leaping, and landing on To Phu's shoulder, wagging her tail.

Meow Niang squinted her jewel-like cat eyes, staring intently at the old cat. *Where did this ugly cat come from, daring to contend with this Lady Cat for the title of First Adorable Pet?*

The enormous owl cat's eyes merely glanced at Meow Niang, then ignored her completely, standing still without moving.

To Phu patted the old cat, then turned and walked into the palace.

Loi Ngan and the others were still cultivating.

In the span of a month, everyone's strength had undergone qualitative changes and significant improvements.

Although Loi Ngan's Spiritual Sense hadn't advanced significantly, his physical body, under the cultivation of the Immortal Dream Sect's body-refining techniques, had undergone immense enhancement.

He had almost reached the Soldier Body Realm.

Previously, Loi Ngan's comprehensive strength was at the peak of the Soldier Body Realm, even capable of fighting junior Grandmasters.

However, that was mostly reliant on the power of lightning. Now, he had not only mastered lightning dream arts but also cultivated body-refining techniques, causing his combat power to surge dramatically.

Of course, Loi Ngan's Spiritual Sense had also reached its peak, almost ready to break through to the Sixth-rank Dream Weaver level at any moment.

All that was needed was to construct a Sixth-grade dreamscape and create a Sixth-rank Dream Card.

Because they were in an unfamiliar land, Loi Ngan had not yet attempted to breakthrough. However, the breakthrough was not far off; once he clearly understood the relationship between Dream Talismans and Dream Cards, Loi Ngan would likely begin preparing for it.

Although none of them were currently in life-threatening danger...

...being on Fifth Peak, they all lacked a sense of security, for this was, after all, within the Heaven-rank Gate.

Therefore, those who could break through, chose to do so as much as possible.

Upon To Phu's return, Loi Ngan and the other five gathered.

"Old To, what's the situation outside?"

Thac Bat Hung was covered in sweat, steaming with heat, evidently having just finished body-refining exercises before approaching.

To Phu glanced at Thac Bat Hung impassively.

"The situation outside... is quite good."

To Phu pursed his lips.

He recounted everything he had witnessed along the way, including the geographical layout of the Immortal Dream Sect, to everyone.

"According to those disciples, our Fifth Peak is indeed a standalone peak. In other words, the Immortal Dream Sect truly considers us its disciples, albeit with some special circumstances."

To Phu stated.

Everyone sat cross-legged on the bluestone plaza, nodding in succession as they listened to To Phu's descriptions.

He also spoke of the Ten Great Prodigies and the Immortal Dream Tower, all of which captivated their attention, making them listen with rapt fascination.

"What lies outside the Immortal Dream Sect?" Chu Huyen asked, frowning.

"Is this realm a self-contained world?"

"If it truly is a self-contained world, then it couldn't possibly contain only one sect, could it? How many people could an entire sect possibly hold?"

"At most, it wouldn't exceed ten thousand people. Could an entire world truly have only ten thousand inhabitants?"

What lay beyond the Immortal Dream Sect, To Phu hadn't truly inquired about, nor did he know for certain.

"The Immortal Dream Tower is a place for cultivation. Do you wish to go?"

To Phu's gaze swept over everyone as he asked.

However, to To Phu's surprise, everyone, including Thac Bat Hung, shook their heads in refusal.

"We plan to break through to the Sixth-rank Dream Weaver level within the next three days... In this foreign land, only sufficient strength can grant us a sense of security. Several of us were already at the peak of Fifth-rank Dream Weaver. To Phu, since you've just broken through, you might consider visiting the Immortal Dream Tower."

Loi Ngan stated.

To Phu's mouth twitched.

"A collective breakthrough? Are they not waiting for him?"

However, To Phu was still a long way from his next breakthrough. His Spiritual Sense had only just reached 120 points, with a considerable distance remaining to the 200 points required for a breakthrough.

After their meeting concluded, everyone dispersed to cultivate individually.

There was no Dream Card crafting room here, but the material storage on Fifth Peak contained numerous resources.

Among them were various vials and jars, said to contain medicinal pills aiding physical cultivation.

However, To Phu and his companions dared not use them rashly.

Special materials were also present, and they discovered quite a few rare-grade Dream Gathering Stones, which were materials used for crafting Dream Cards.

It was said that these Dream Gathering Stones were to be integrated into Dream Talismans for their creation.

To Phu stayed on Fifth Peak for a day, planning to head to the Immortal Dream Tower on Main Peak the next day.

For his Black Card to vibrate so, surely something within the Immortal Dream Tower must be attracting it.

Immortal Dream Sect, First Peak.

Duong Ngoc San, with hands clasped behind her back, her three black braids flowing freely, and her silken robes swirling, rode her flying sword, piercing through mist and clouds, soaring swiftly across the sky.

First Peak floated in mid-air, grand and beautiful, with strange mountains and majestic rocks everywhere. Ancient trees, coiling like dragons, hung down filamentous tendrils that emitted seven-colored light, resembling an immortal realm.

Within the immortal peak, similar to Fifth Peak, stood a pavilion built alongside the mountain. The pavilion had red walls and golden tiles, with sturdy branches of ancient trees protruding from within its enclosing walls.

Pavilions were connected by corridors, and cascading waterfalls flowed down from within.

Duong Ngoc San held three luminous dreamscape orbs, two of which were dazzlingly pink.

She landed on the bluestone plaza, her flying sword soaring into the sky, its sword light dissipating, then swiftly returning to its sheath.

Inside the pavilion.

Figures emerged, one after another, rushing out swiftly.

These figures were both male and female; the men were handsome and refined, the women peerlessly beautiful.

They were all prodigious disciples of the Immortal Dream Sect, cultivating on First Peak.

"Junior Sister Ngoc San, are these the dreamscape orbs condensed by those Dream Servants?"

These individuals observed with curiosity.

Unlike ordinary disciples, they were not short of dreamscape orbs; they received an allocation every month.

Whereas ordinary disciples might not even receive one in several years.

"These seem vastly different from the dreamscape orbs of the Dream Spirits; their aura is even more captivating."

A prodigious disciple remarked curiously, chuckling softly.

Duong Ngoc San held the dreamscape orbs, her gaze sweeping across the entire plaza.

The number of First Peak disciples was actually not large, only a little over a dozen, yet they occupied the grand First Peak exclusively.

"Gather all Senior and Junior Brothers, let us cultivate while the opportunity is fresh."

Duong Ngoc San thought for a moment, then spoke.

She recalled To Phu's gleeful expression when he spoke of this dreamscape: these pink dreamscape orbs were undoubtedly excellent, capable of enhancing love and courage, allowing one to seek light in darkness. To boast such impressive effects, they must surely be extraordinary.

They had also frequently cultivated using the dreamscape orbs of the Dream Spirits, long grown accustomed to those dreamscapes.

Thus, these prodigious disciples were quite curious about the dreamscape orbs from the Dream Servants.

A young man pondered.

Thereafter, he took a step, heading towards the pavilion, and a terrifying Spiritual Sense spread outwards!

Om...

As if a hornet's nest had been stirred.

From each room within the pavilion, responding auras shot forth.

Figures appeared, one after another, either riding swords or surging with Blood Qi.

All landed on the bluestone plaza.

The prodigious disciples sat cross-legged, maintaining a fixed distance between each other.

Duong Ngoc San nodded lightly, then took one of the pink dreamscape orbs, a ripple of light flowing in her eyes.

Then, she gently tapped it with her finger.

The dreamscape orb then soared up swiftly, floating above the disciples' heads.

Duong Ngoc San, her expression solemn, sat cross-legged.

Each disciple's Spiritual Sense transformed into a whirlwind, delving into the dreamscape orb.

A gentle breeze rustled.

The robes of the seated disciples fluttered as the gentle breeze swept past.

Immersed within the luminous dreamscape orb.

The scene before their eyes immediately shifted.

Duong Ngoc San, with eyebrows and eyes like a painting, slowly opened them.

As she breathed in, a strange, unpleasant odor filled her nostrils, somewhat akin to the stench of decaying corpses.

Before her eyes, on both sides, were old, peculiar corridors.

She had truly never seen such corridors; within the Immortal Dream Sect, there had never been such dilapidated places.

Duong Ngoc San's mind stirred, and she discovered that her Spiritual Sense and Blood Qi were greatly weakened, essentially unusable. This made her even more interested in this dreamscape.

She recalled To Phu's gleeful expression when he spoke of this dreamscape.

A pink dreamscape orb, it should surely record a gentle dreamscape that fosters love and courage, seeking light in darkness, shouldn't it?

Duong Ngoc San's red lips slightly pouted.

She followed the dreamscape's storyline.

Suddenly.

The crisp sound of high heels echoed in Duong Ngoc San's ears.

Her eyes immediately narrowed. Turning her head, she saw a slender figure emerging from the darkness.

Due to the backlighting, her face was unclear.

In the strange atmosphere, the lone, echoing sound of high heels, like ripples cast into a tranquil lake, caused her heart to ripple with unease.

"Who is this person, dressed so revealingly..."

Duong Ngoc San's gaze traveled upwards, seeing the long legs exposed in the air, the strangely curved high heels, and then the nurse's dress that barely covered her buttocks. Her face couldn't help but flush slightly.

When had she ever witnessed such a scene?

Her gaze shifted upwards, and she clearly saw the face of this 'wandering' woman.

Upon this sight, the blush instantly drained from Duong Ngoc San's face, and her pupils abruptly constricted.

A torn mouth, split to reveal teeth like fangs, eyes filled with crimson, fresh blood streaming down her face, across her nose and mouth—her ferocious appearance made one's heart clench.

A large needle, reflecting a shimmering light, had a droplet of fluid at its tip, spreading a faint mist.

"Pants off, injection..."

The voice was sharp, like a knife scraping across a wall.

Hearing it, Duong Ngoc San's heart thumped wildly.

It was as if a great darkness had instantly assailed her.

The dreamscape orbs of the Dream Spirits never had *this* kind of thing!

What kind of dream *is* this, after all?

The gloomy, terrifying, oppressive environment and atmosphere, and this monstrous, 'wandering' woman...

Her entire cultivation base stripped away, Duong Ngoc San at this moment was like a helpless little girl.

The sound of high heels echoed through the silent corridor.

Duong Ngoc San's mind was completely enveloped in panic.

They spoke of love and courage, of seeking light in darkness...

Duong Ngoc San recalled To Phu's solemn, honest face, and her heart filled with indignation.

"Deceiver!"

"Is this perhaps the Dream Servants' revenge?!"

"Wishing to frame them using the dreamscape orbs?"

Watching more and more sinister 'wandering' women approach, Duong Ngoc San found her entire being consumed by terror.

When she was pressed down by one 'wandering' woman after another...

...and that sharp needle pierced her buttocks...

A single tear, encompassing all her panic, fell.

The pink orbs emitted a gentle, warm light.

First Peak, bluestone plaza.

The prodigious disciples, originally neatly and orderly arranged...

...were now sprawled every which way, their faces pale. Some clutched their chests, others sobbed uncontrollably while covering their rear ends.

After a long while.

Someone slowly opened their eyes.

They lay on the ground, a deep apathy in their eyes, a numbness as if abandoned by the world.

Heaven knew what they had truly experienced!

They had never before experienced such a... stimulating dreamscape! Never before had they been so utterly discomfited!

Their spirits had suffered unprecedented devastation!

Duong Ngoc San also opened her eyes.

On her unadorned face, tears still lingered.

She bit her soft red lip, trembling with rage, clutching her rear, her eyes flashing with indignant fury.

"You despicable scoundrel! I, Duong Ngoc San, the Jade Sword, declare eternal enmity against you!"

At this very moment, To Phu was unaware of the events unfolding on First Peak.

The disciples on Second Peak, Third Peak, and Fourth Peak were all peaceful and content, lost in their dreams, unable to extricate themselves.

After all, they had not taken the pink dreamscape orbs.

To Phu, with Meow Niang draped across his shoulder, arrived before Main Peak.

Main Peak was shrouded in myriad mists and clouds, its strange peaks and peculiar rocks exuding a mystical and legendary aura.

To Phu ascended the mountain path, walking along moss-covered flagstones.

The old cat could not ascend the mountain, so it waited at its base.

To Phu took one step at a time, making his way towards the mountaintop. The path before him was entirely paved with bluestone slabs, a sight that caused a slight visual fatigue.

To Phu felt as if he were treading on bluestone slabs, ceaselessly circling the mountain peak. He had no idea how many slabs he had crossed.

Mountains upon mountains, waters curving, one might suspect no path remained, yet where willows darken and flowers bloom, another village appears.

As he took the final step.

Everything before his eyes became vast and open.

Mists and clouds surged, towering palaces, structures seemingly floating amidst the cloud layers...

To Phu viewed it all as a dream-like illusion.

Of course, what attracted him most was the central-most structure.

A colossal pagoda, truly immense, soaring to 999 stories.

The pagoda's summit was enveloped by verdant clouds, disappearing into the cloud layers, as if connecting directly to the Celestial Realm.

Even To Phu, who had witnessed countless skyscrapers on Earth, was deeply moved when he beheld this 999-story Immortal Dream Tower.

His heart was still shaken with awe.

Such divine craftsmanship, it was truly astonishing.

Om...

Suddenly.

To Phu's eyes narrowed. Facing this towering Immortal Dream Tower, the Black Card within his Dream Scroll once again began to tremble violently!

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