206: Chapter 205 Let's try a gentler approach

Immortal Lord Elder Da Meng was about to act, but his brow twitched slightly.

He subconsciously glanced at the Ancient Continent beneath his feet. A flicker of faint helplessness passed through those eyes that seemed capable of seeing through all things.

This continent is still too fragile; a full-strength strike from an Immortal Lord of the Nine Heavens, even just the aftershocks, could turn the entire continent into a sieve.

It's his own territory; if he breaks it, it won't be easy to explain to the Sect Master when he returns.

Fine, let's change to a gentler way.

He raised his right hand, fingers slightly spread.

An invisible ripple spread out from his palm.

That ripple was silent, colorless, and formless, as if it were just a wisp of breeze in the Void Realm.

But wherever the ripple passed, the light became hazy and soft, and time became viscous and slow.

It was as if the entire sky had been pulled into the gap between dreams and reality in that instant.

Elder Da Meng Heavenly Heart Art · A Dream of Yellow Millet.

Using the heart as a guide and dreams as a blade, it forcibly pulls the Divine Souls of living beings into a dreamscape woven by the caster.

Within the dreamscape, the caster is the Heavenly Dao, with life, death, and reincarnation all within a single thought.

The four Immortal Lords were the first to sense something was wrong.

Their Divine Souls were being stripped from their bodies by an irresistible force. Deep within their Sea of Consciousness, an invisible hand seemed to gently tug, pulling them from reality into another world.

They frantically circulated their Immortal Qi to resist, their cultivation of the third heaven of the Immortal Lord realm exploding all at once.

But all resistance lasted only for an instant. In the next second, their eyes simultaneously became hollow and vacant.

Their Divine Souls had been dragged into the dreamscape woven by Immortal Lord Elder Da Meng, where he was the sole Dominator.

Behind the four Immortal Lords, within the army that obscured the sky, the Cultivators froze simultaneously.

From True Immortals to Profound Immortals, and then to Heavenly Immortals.

The entire army seemed to turn into a massive group of statues in an instant; even the sound of breathing vanished.

The Cultivators of the Ancient Continent below looked up at this scene, their faces full of bewilderment.

“What's happening? Why did those people from the Immortal Realm suddenly stop moving?”

“I feel like they... seem to have suddenly fallen into something...”

“Did anyone see clearly how the Elder of the Immortal Sect made his move?”

“No idea...”

“It seems like... they've fallen into an illusion? But this old man isn't very sure either.”

Someone answered in a low voice, their tone filled with confusion.

In the crowd, an Old Ancestor of an Imperial Clan who specialized in illusions stood with his hands behind his back, squinting at the frozen fleet for a long time.

His brow furrowed tighter and tighter. After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty, but even more so, a deep sense of powerlessness:

“This seems like an illusion, yet it also doesn't... I have cultivated illusions for nearly ten thousand years and consider myself to have some insights into the Dao of Illusions, but I cannot even begin to understand this Immortal Sect Elder's methods. The gap is too wide; we are simply not on the same level.”

He paused, then added as if talking to himself,

“The Immortal Sect is truly the Immortal Sect.”

Within the dreamscape, Immortal Lord Elder Da Meng stood at the center, looking down upon those who had fallen into slumber.

These Cultivators might be fighting their deepest fears, or perhaps they were having a beautiful dream from which they would never wake, or maybe they were experiencing the pain of being obliterated over and over again.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Immortal Lord Elder Da Meng raised his hand and gave a gentle swipe with his finger.

Countless Divine Souls were simultaneously erased within the dreamscape, silently and without a trace.

In reality, the Cultivators on the decks of the immortal ships and the four Immortal Lords...

Fine patterns of light emerged on their bodies, spreading from their foreheads to their entire bodies, and then they silently shattered.

Turning into countless tiny specks of light, they finally dissipated into nothingness.

From beginning to end, there were no screams, no struggles, and not even a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation.

Only the immortal ships remained perfectly intact, suspended in mid-air.

The Cultivators of the Ancient Continent below stared up at this scene. It took a long time before someone managed to squeeze out a sentence:

“Just like that... they're dead?”

“I almost pissed my pants in fear. I thought I'd see some earth-shattering battle, but it's just this? This is it?”

Immediately, someone next to him retorted:

“What the hell do you know? This is more terrifying than any battle! So many people, gone just like that, and you can't even tell how they died. This is what's fucking scaring me!”

“Taixuan Sect is awesome.”

Immortal Lord Elder Da Meng brushed his sleeves and glanced at the intact immortal ships.

He turned back and jerked his chin toward Elder Qing Li and the others:

“Take these immortal ships back to the Sect. Don't let them go to waste.”

Elder Qing Li glanced at the empty fleet and nodded.

She was about to turn around but then stopped:

“Elder Elder Da Meng, aren't you coming back with us?”

“Still have some business.” Immortal Lord Elder Da Meng's tone was casual, as if he were saying he was going to visit a neighbor,

“The Sect Master said that the legacies must be completely wiped out. Although those four old fellows are dead, there are still those staying behind at their mountain gates. If you don't pull out the weeds by the roots, there will be trouble in the future.”

In the dreamscape just now, the lives of Immortal Lord Lieyang and the other three had already been laid bare before him.

He knew the location of the Mingxiao Immortal Domain, where the Sects were, how to enter the mountain gates, where the treasuries were, and how many people were left behind better than anyone else.

Immortal Xuanming's brow twitched. “You are going to the Immortal Realm?”

Immortal Lord Elder Da Meng nodded.

Hearing this, Immortal Xuan Yang spoke up:

“Elder Elder Da Meng, I will go with you.”

“No need.”

Immortal Lord Elder Da Meng waved his hand,

“It's just a few Sects without an Immortal Lord presiding over them. I can go by myself and be back in no time. You guys head back to the Sect first to report to the Sect Master. Oh, right—”

He looked at Immortal Qing Li and added,

“Tell those Great Emperors of the Sect who are still outside to return to the Sect as soon as possible. The Sect Master is waiting for them.”

Elder Qing Li nodded.

Immortal Lord Elder Da Meng didn't waste any more words and raised his hand to lightly swipe in the Void Realm.

A golden immortal gate reappeared. On the other side of the gate was a world far more vast and majestic than the Ancient Continent.

That aura was all too familiar to the Cultivators of the Ancient Continent—the army of the four great immortal Sects had just come out of such a gate.

The Ancient Cultivators below erupted once again.

“The Immortal Sect Elder is going to charge into the Immortal Realm!”

“That's the Immortal Realm!”

The Old Ancestors of the Imperial Clans couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. The Immortal Sect had only just pacified the Ancient Continent, and now they were already stepping into the Immortal Realm.”

In the crowd, many Cultivators of the younger generation looked at the open immortal gate, their eyes involuntarily revealing a sense of longing.

Immortal Lord Elder Da Meng did not look back and stepped into the immortal gate.

His figure vanished into the golden light.