CHAPTER 398: CHAPTER 357: REALIZATION_3

"One must always prepare for the worst and strive for the best. The Supreme Saint Emperor’s Son had anticipated such a situation long ago."

"Everyone, let’s not forget that the Supreme Saint Emperor’s Son is the eldest legitimate son of the Dragon Sun Emperor. He has inherited the Dragon Sun Emperor’s will and spirit!"

Upon hearing the name of the Dragon Sun Emperor, everyone was invigorated, and their gloomy atmosphere was dispelled.

The Dragon Sun Emperor was the first emperor of the Human Race. It was he who reversed the tides of heaven and earth, establishing the great trend of the Human Race as the Main Characters of Heaven and Earth.

He may not be the strongest among all the Human Clan Emperors, but he is definitely the one who most embodies the spirit of the Human Tao and gives the Human Race endless hope!

And indeed, the Elder of the Central Region Academy had not deceived these Great Saints.

This referred to the East Supreme Saint, who had indeed made many preparations.

This was Tao Sealing Mountain in the Southern Border’s Divine Continent, where the Mysterious Emperor’s Dreamland was located.

All the Martial Saints looked up, their gazes fixed on a man of tall stature with chiseled, handsome features. Firm determination showed in his eyebrows, and his deep, sharp eyes lent him an imposing air, one not to be underestimated. This was the East Supreme Saint!

"My lord, let me go..."

"No need for further words. With grand ambition in one’s heart for revolution, one dares to demand a new sky for the sun and moon. Let me, the East Supreme Saint, be the one to open the prelude to the birth of the Great Dream Emperor."

The Emperor’s son, East Supreme Saint, waved his hand, cutting off Mou Liang Great Saint’s advice.

With a step, he recklessly charged into the Mysterious Emperor’s Dreamland, solely to acquire the Dream Tao cultivation method that led directly to the Saint level.

Watching the departing figure of the East Supreme Saint, Mou Liang Great Saint was left speechless.

Through their exploration over these days, they had also found that dying within the dreamland would damage the essence of one’s soul.

The higher the cultivation of the Saint, the more severe the damage would be.

In other words, venturing through the Mysterious Emperor’s Dreamland could lessen one’s Life Span, and in serious cases, it could even lead to instant death!

Dreamlands are illusory, but they can also be real, real enough to kill...

「One month later.」

The Green Lamp Buddha and others, who had been lying in wait within the Endless Sea Area, left helplessly.

Meanwhile, Xuan Guangqiao, the very person they yearned for, had successfully located a treasure belonging to the Great Moon Saint in the Book Pavilion of the Dragon God Sacred Land.

Hong Yuan’s figure shifted as he entered the Mysterious Space.

And in secret, the Great Moon Spirit, the Sky-connecting Tower spirit, and the Nine-tailed Crocodile Dragon watched the vanishing space, smiles emerging on their faces.

"Everything is finally back on track. Father should be able to recall us now, right?" said the Sky-connecting Tower spirit, who looked like Han Kui, in a delicate voice.

"But by then, will Father think of himself as ’Han Jiuming’ or ’Xuan Guangqiao’?" countered the Great Moon Spirit, who looked like Kun Rong.

In the end, both spirits looked to the Nine-tailed Crocodile Dragon, hoping for an answer.

The Nine-tailed Crocodile Dragon, its eyes deep and profound, said, "Whether he is ’Han Jiuming’ or ’Xuan Guangqiao,’ does it truly matter? We simply need to accompany him on his journey."

Hearing this, the two spirits fell silent for a long time.

The dilemma of similar flowers and returning through the long river of time had always been an ancient question, on par with the ’Tao Mark Contradiction.’

After all, how can fate be so easily broken?

「On the other side.」

Hong Yuan stepped into the Mysterious Space and was greeted by a dazzling flying pool.

It was atop a colossal mountain, bathed in flowing lights and surrounded by misty clouds, utterly dreamlike. The waters were as clear as jade, with surging Immortal Qi submerging the mountain.

Hong Yuan intended to fly up but felt a mysterious force preventing him, forcing him to ascend the mountain on foot, step by step.

The mountain trail was rugged, and there were precisely nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps made of condensed starlight.

Is this a trial?

Hong Yuan’s brows furrowed slightly, and a profound light flashed through his vermilion flood dragon eyes.

After a long moment, he lifted his foot toward the first step of starlight...