CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER48-THE SCENE TURNS UTTERLY CHAOTIC

"Isn’t that obvious?" Owen retorted to Finn without hiding his irritation, "Is Diana now at the master-tier, or perhaps even the grandmaster-tier?"

Finn shook his head, "Still diamond."

"Why?"

"The ascent to diamond-tier was too rapid for lady saint. Her teachers said it wasn’t good to advance so quickly; they needed her to consolidate her skills. So, they locked her arcanergy."

"I see."

"This locking isn’t about stopping the growth of lady saint’s arcanergy but preventing it from breaking through the Tier Barrier."

"Hence, over time, lady saint’s arcanergy has been continuously accumulating. I don’t fully understand to what extent it has grown."

"I see... Wait, what’s a Tier Barrier?"

Owen was clearly confused, struggling to grasp the concept.

Finn seemed surprised too, "Mr. Owen, you haven’t encountered it? It’s like an invisible ’film’ that one encounters during a breakthrough in arcanergy, that’s the Tier Barrier."

"Oh, I see. Dragons don’t have this Tier Barrier thing. Most of us just sleep, and upon waking up, we’ve broken through."

"..."

There’s no common ground for conversation!

Continuing their walk, they finally neared Dreamscape Valley.

As Owen stepped into Dreamscape Valley, he involuntarily inhaled sharply at the sight before him.

The entire valley was shrouded in a layer of mysterious mist, as if they had entered a dream world.

Looking around, he saw distant mountains appearing and disappearing within the mist, like a scene from a fairyland.

The flowers, plants, and trees in the valley emitted a strange glow, with colorful petals gently swaying in the breeze, releasing waves of fragrant aroma.

This scene was even more beautiful than Dragon Echo Valley.

The scenery of Dragon Echo Valley, like a giant dragon, was rough, vast, and majestic, possessing a beauty of strength.

If personified, it would be a giant with a hundred and eight abdominal muscles, full of vitality and unabashedly flamboyant.

In contrast, Dreamscape Valley was delicate and exquisite, resembling a graceful woman, captivating and enveloping one in her gentle embrace.

As Owen continued forward, his ears caught the sound of melodious music.

The music, ethereal and gentle, seemed as if an invisible orchestra played just for him.

Each note was magical, penetrating his ears and reaching the depths of his soul.

"Do you hear the music?" Owen turned to Finn.

Finn, somewhat woodenly, replied, "Yes."

Owen, not minding Finn’s change in expression, followed the sound.

The sight before him made him hold his breath.

A group of nymphs in splendid attire danced joyfully.

They wore dazzling long skirts that floated like rainbows with their movements.

On their heads were delicate floral crowns, the flowers shimmering in multicolored light with each dance step.

Owen looked closer, his blood heating at the sight.

The nymphs’ attire was as if they wore nothing at all. The sheer skirts were completely transparent.

Pairs of fair, slightly reddened breasts swayed with their movements, like waves crashing onto the shore.

The flat bellies, coupled with slender navels, exuded a unique charm that continually drew Owen’s attention.

Then, the triangle area was perfectly exposed before him, and he could almost hear the faint sound of pleasure from within the forest.

This was perhaps the most beautiful scenery in the world, irresistibly inviting him to explore further.

Below the triangle area were long, straight legs, like perfect strings of a musical instrument, playing a beautiful melody.

Even their feet captivated Owen.

The feet were delicate and exquisite, with toes arranged like jade beans, extraordinarily beautiful.

Every movement made the bones in their toes stand out, stirring one’s blood.

The nymphs’ dance was graceful and lively, each movement filled with magic and allure.

They leaped lightly, their bodies as fluttery as feathers, seemingly dancing in the air.

Their arms moved softly and elegantly through the air, fingers twinkling with glimmers like stars.

Their steps were seamlessly coordinated, like a beautiful painting unfolding before the eyes.

Their dance was vibrant and passionate, each turn and twist carrying a mesmerizing charm.

Most crucially, their snow-white skin was exposed without any concealment in front of Owen.

It was utterly irresistible.

Suddenly, they looked towards Owen, who felt a bit embarrassed and modestly lowered his gaze.

Yet, they showed no fear. Instead, their eyes were bright and spirited.

One nymph even playfully licked her lips, her gaze slightly hazy, her chest rising and falling gently.

The scene was both mysterious and tempting.

Owen felt his mouth dry, unconsciously loosening his clothing.

Suddenly, a refreshing sensation flowed through his mind.

The mind power, bestowed by the stars in Owen’s mind, emerged once again.

It sparkled like brilliant stars, illuminating Owen’s consciousness with dazzling light.

Each star swirled, scattering silvery white stardust.

The mind power from the star’s blessing played a significant role at this moment.

"Ha!" Owen suddenly stepped forward.

The scenery before him changed unpredictably, as if he had stepped into a fairyland.

Owen saw a sea of flowers, multicolored blossoms vying to bloom, emitting a captivating fragrance.

In the distance, a majestic mountain rose, wrapped in clouds and mist, like a celestial peak from a realm of immortals.

The nymphs from before had vanished without a trace.

Just as Owen was feeling astonished, he sensed a pair of hands caressing his body.

Turning his head, he saw Finn, panting heavily, rubbing against him.

Owen’s mouth twitched.

With a "smack," he slapped Finn across the face.

His strength was so immense that Finn spun around three times before stopping.

Feeling the sting on his face, Finn reached out his hands in a daze, "Sprites, where are you? Where..."

Owen, frowning and coldly huffing, said, "Sprites? That was an illusion. Wake up."

Only then did Finn come to his senses, looking at Owen, "Sir, what happened to us?"

"Dreamscape Valley, truly as dreamy and illusory as its name suggests. You better wake your men up first."

Owen gestured towards Finn’s guardian team.

Finn hurriedly looked in the direction Owen was pointing.

What he saw was utter chaos.

The thirty members of the guardian team were huddled in groups of three or five, writhing over each other.

Some were even gnawing on each other’s faces and chests...

The whole scene was indecent.

Grinding his teeth, Finn went over and kicked them one by one.

Fortunately, this illusion wasn’t created intentionally but was a natural effect of the Hallucinogenic Miasma unique to Dreamscape Valley.

It could be quickly dispelled with external interference.

"Don’t disturb me; I’m sleeping with a nymph."

"Wh-where did my nymph go?"

"Wake up, it was all fake."

Finn, looking at his entire guardian team brought to their knees, held his forehead in frustration and scolded, "Look at yourselves, what have you become?"

Owen approached Diana, feigning nonchalance, "Were you unaffected?"

"Of course," Diana glanced at Finn’s chaotic scene and chuckled, "Such Hallucinogenic Miasma has no effect on me."

"Why didn’t you wake me up?" Owen’s tone was slightly frosty.

Diana’s eyes flickered, looking pitifully at Owen,

"Saint, I... I can’t intervene in the prince’s mission. Now that you’re with the prince, it would be breaking the rules if I acted."

A flash of anger sparkled in Owen’s eyes, "So you just wanted to watch our embarrassment?"

Diana, somewhat flustered, laughed nervously, "Of course not, saint, you’re overthinking it."

But the sly glint in her eyes didn’t escape Owen’s notice.

"Fine," Owen narrowed his eyes, thinking, "Diana likes to play tricks, huh? Just don’t give me a chance to catch you."

Then, returning to Finn’s side and seeing that everyone had more or less composed themselves, he said loudly, "Let’s continue. We’ve already wasted enough time."

On the way, Finn, with a somewhat sleazy expression, rubbed his hands together, "Sir, I hope I didn’t disrespect you earlier?"

Remembering the state of his men, he felt a chill.

He carefully recalled that Owen had been beside him at that moment.

Owen had already put the incident behind him, "What do you think? Didn’t you see the state of your men?"

Finn grimaced, "Sir, I swear it wasn’t intentional."

"I know."

Seeing that Owen wasn’t really angry, Finn spoke vehemently,

"Hmph, my poor elder brother and foolish younger brother are going to suffer. They don’t have someone like you by their side."

Owen, looking ahead, said listlessly, "Perhaps, your elder brother and younger brother won’t face any issues at all."