Chapter 312: The Day of Revolution

In the dreamscape, Yu Xuan stood facing his opponent.His master.

There was no doubt about it, she was the strongest opponent he had ever faced.

The moment the battle began, she moved.

She charged straight at him and in the next instant, Yu Xuan felt himself growing.

No.

The ground beneath his feet was surging upward, swelling like a living mountain, lifting him higher and higher.

Before he could fully stabilize.

A colossal meteor tore through the sky, its mass blotting out the heavens as it slammed down toward him.

But before it could reach—

SWISH!

A crimson slash cleaved the meteor cleanly in two.

Yu Xuan’s eyes narrowed.

From the fractured halves, hundreds of wooden hands burst forth, extending unnaturally, swarming toward him like a living forest.

Yu Xuan clenched the air.

The space itself warped.

Like a certain Greybeard commanding the seas, he grasped the meteor and twisted.

The entire mass dislocated violently, spinning off and crashing into an unknown distance.

In the same breath.

His master was already in front of him.

Her fist glowed with five distinct hues.

[Five Elemental Fist].

Yu Xuan didn’t retreat.

He answered in kind.

[Five Elemental Fist].

Their fists collided.

BOOOOM—!

A thunderous shockwave erupted, tearing the dreamscape apart as elemental energies spiraled wildly.

Yu Xuan’s golden eyes flared.

Twin golden-red beams burst forth, carving through the battlefield.

Then thousands of earthen shields rose to block them, only to melt and collapse one after another.

By the time the beams faded.

His master had already shifted positions.

Yu Xuan didn’t move.

He simply tilted his head.

A hole suddenly bloomed through her abdomen carved by the beams.

He smirked faintly.

But the wound closed almost instantly, flesh and energy knitting together as if it had never existed.

This time.

She appeared before him with a sword in hand.

Then.

Hundreds of her clones erupted into existence, each unleashing a different attack, elemental techniques overlapping in perfect coordination.

At the center, the real master slammed her staff into the ground.

The wand glowed faint green.

Time warped.

For Yu Xuan, everything slowed.

For the clones, everything accelerated.

Danger screamed through his senses.

His body reacted before thought.

Every cell in his body ignited, radiating golden light, then.

BOOOOOOM!

A colossal wave of energy exploded outward from him, erasing the clones in an instant.

A bolt of golden lightning followed, slamming directly into his master’s true body.

She staggered back.

And Yu Xuan realized too late.

He couldn’t move.

He looked down.

His feet had fused with the ground itself — earth, metal, ice, and even space locking him in place.

Before he could break free.

A massive water dragon, crackling with lightning, roared into existence.

It lunged at him.

Yu Xuan focused.

A powerful [Telekinesis] field snapped into place, blocking the attack.

The dragon dispersed then, but the land beneath was utterly devastated.

Just then.

The ground erupted again, swelling into a towering mountain.

With a casual motion of her hand.

The sky became the ground.

The ground became the sky.

Yu Xuan felt an entire mountain crushing down upon him from every direction.

Then without hesitation, he swapped positions with his master in a flash.

In the same instant, he raised his hand.

A black, burning sun manifested high above the land —dense, oppressive, and devouring light itself.

It descended with terrifying momentum, crashing straight toward his master.

Cold flames erupted from her body in response, surging upward to intercept the attack.

But it was futile.

The black sun tore through the cold flames effortlessly, swallowing them whole as if they were nothing more than mist.

Still, the brief resistance bought her precious time.

She retreated a great distance away and the world howled.

A violent tornado erupted around her, its winds invisible yet lethal.

Countless compressed wind blades scattered through the air, assaulting Yu Xuan from every direction.

Yu Xuan’s body was instantly enveloped in earthen armor, layer after layer condensing over him. He forced his way through the storm, tearing apart the tornado as he charged forward.

Only to find that his master was no longer there.

Then the winds suddenly intensified.

The tornado reformed around him instead, its speed increasing exponentially, crushing and slicing from all sides.

Yu Xuan created a counter-current, forcibly dispersing the storm.

The moment the winds settled, his expression changed with his face screaming ’Damn!’.

A massive hammer, larger than a mountain, hovered above him.

BOOM—!

It slammed him straight into the ground.

Yu Xuan was driven deep underground, the impact carving out a vast crater as the earth collapsed around him.

Moments later.

CRASH!

Yu Xuan burst back out of the ground, shattering stone and soil as he rose, only to be greeted by multiple copies of his master, each already launching a different attack at him simultaneously.

Instinctively, Yu Xuan tried to swap positions with one of the clones and failed.

Space was sealed.

Now with no room to maneuver, domineering crimson Qi surged around his arm.

Space itself warped and condensed as a blade took shape in his grasp a sword forged from space and will.

The clash resumed.

Relentless.

Unyielding.

In that instant.

Yu Xuan was fighting 3973 opponents simultaneously.

And yet.

He remained completely oblivious to the chaos unfolding in the real world.

Because he was still peacefully asleep.

...Supposedly.

***

Next Morning

The sect normally bustling, lively, and orderly came to an abrupt standstill.

Overnight, Discipline Committee disciples appeared everywhere.

No warning.

No announcement.

A massive crackdown was underway.

Hidden agents revealed themselves, sweeping through the floating island and raiding businesses one after another.

Shops that preyed on newcomers were exposed, those that offered unfair contracts, slave-like agreements, and meager wages that left disciples with no time or resources to cultivate.

The operations were swift.

Merciless.

And terrifyingly efficient.

Within a single day, everything was wrapped up.

Unknown to Yu Xuan, who was still deep in slumber this sudden upheaval spread through the sect like wildfire.

Among the newly arrived disciples, this day came to be known as.

The Day of Revolution.

From that moment on, the reputation of the Discipline Committee soared to unprecedented heights.

Gratitude replaced fear.

Trust replaced resentment.

And soon, a massive influx of disciples volunteered to join the Discipline Committee themselves, making its work far easier.

And far more dangerous.

All while the one who unknowingly ignited the spark...

Was still dreaming.