"Careful!"
"Guards!"
The moment Yang Hong collapsed, Yang Jian and Yang Zhong lunged forward simultaneously,
Catching him before he hit the ground.
"Guards, protect his highness!"
The guards reacted, rushing to surround Yang Jian and the two others, shielding them.
At the same time, their gazes towards Yang Yong's corpse became solemn and wary.
"There might be poison, quickly summon the Imperial Physician."
"Seal off the entire Eastern Palace and find the poisoner."
Yang Jian checked Yang Hong's breathing and heartbeat, finding only unconsciousness, which relieved him. He immediately summoned the Imperial Physician.
While the Great Sui imperial palace descended into chaos.
Yang Hong, however, had fallen into a dream.
It was a world of hazy gray, with mist in all directions, above, below, before, behind, left, and right.
"Hoo hoo~ Woo woo~"
Faint, ethereal sounds continuously reached his ears from within the mist.
They sounded like the wails of beasts, the whispers of lovers, the death throes of the elderly, or the cries of newborn infants.
Indescribable, unclear, yet resonant like grand bells.
"Where is this? Who am I?"
Awakening in the dream, Yang Hong couldn't recall his own identity for a moment.
"Tap tap~"
He tapped his forehead, then sat down on the ground, trying to remember.
"I am Yang Hong, sixth prince of the Great Sui Dynasty.
I am a transmigrator.
I am a cultivator.
That's right!
I am a cultivator of ten million years in the Fusion Realm!"
Recalling this, Yang Hong largely pieced together his identity.
However, he couldn't remember why he was in such a place.
"Gray mist? Evil attribute?"
"Then let's try using the 'Great Brightness Scripture' to activate the 'Universal Salvation Demonic Sound'."
"Eh! That doesn't seem right. I've studied two 'Great Brightness Scriptures,' one Xuan-grade high-tier, and one Earth-grade supreme-grade!
Which one should I use to activate it?"
In this dream, Yang Hong suddenly discovered something peculiar: he had indeed studied two cultivation techniques named 'Great Brightness Scripture,'
And both were Buddhist techniques.
He had known this before but hadn't paid it much mind.
Yet, in the dream, Yang Hong was agonizing over which Great Brightness Scripture to use to power the Universal Salvation Demonic Sound and break through the gray mist.
This internal debate continued incessantly.
Whenever he was about to casually choose a technique to activate, he would begin to hesitate.
Some mysterious force prevented him from circulating his cultivation.
As time trickled by, the gray mist began to cling to Yang Hong's body, a pallor appearing on his face.
"Ah, this is so annoying, which technique should I use?"
Meanwhile, an hour had passed in reality. Yang Hong had been placed on a silken couch, with an Imperial Physician examining him.
But he was completely baffled.
As Yang Hong's internal struggle intensified, frustration gradually surfaced on his face, his complexion reddening, his eyes bulging.
"Arghhh! So annoying!"
Suddenly, Yang Hong stood up, his hands frantically tearing at his hair.
He had forgotten what he was so bothered and frustrated about; it was just sheer vexation.
"Rip~"
A clump of hair came off in his hand, but Yang Hong, lost in his frenzy, felt no pain.
"Rip~ Rip~"
Not only his hair, but he also tore off his scalp.
In reality, the Imperial Physician suddenly cried out.
"No! This is bad! The Sixth Prince's hair is falling out! It comes off with just a light touch."
An Imperial Physician stared in horror at the strands of hair in his hand.
In reality, Yang Hong's face was still ruddy, yet his hair was falling out on its own.
This was extremely bizarre, even terrifying.
"Quick! Quick, find out what poison my dear grandson has been afflicted with! Investigate thoroughly!"
Yang Zhong shouted, then remembered the cultivator Li Lianshan and immediately rushed to the Imperial Observatory.
Li Lianshan, who was supposed to have come to investigate Yang Yong's death, had not yet appeared.
In the dream, Yang Hong, lost in a strange frenzy, finally finished tearing off his hair.
A bare, bloody scalp was the result.
But Yang Hong's actions were not yet over. He grabbed his own neck with both hands,
Choking himself with all his might, with desperate force.
He squeezed harder and harder,
Yang Hong's breath grew weaker and weaker.
In reality, his body's breathing gradually weakened, his heartbeat slowed.
Until it stopped completely.
In the dream.
Yang Hong, now breathless, his body began to slowly dissipate, gradually dissolving and assimilating into the gray mist.
Suddenly, a faint green light appeared from the position of Yang Hong's head. The light was not strong,
It was gentle and soft.
But the light carried a terrifying vitality, and within a few breaths, it reshaped Yang Hong's nearly dissipated body.
Yang Hong's consciousness also regained clarity at this moment.
"Phew, that was close.
I almost died."
Now fully lucid in the dream, Yang Hong's eyes gleamed.
Having narrowly escaped death, his soul seemed to have become more profound.
"To survive a great calamity is to receive great fortune.
I need to get to the bottom of what this dream is, that it almost killed me, a cultivator of ten million years in the Fusion Realm?
Right, can I summon the system here?"
With that thought, Yang Hong directly summoned his status interface, and to his surprise, it appeared.
[Yang Hong: Sixth Prince of the Great Sui Dynasty.
Daily灌顶 (Consecrated Bestowal) Count: 0/8
Lifespan: 26/450
Cultivation: 10 million years of True Qi (Fusion Realm, 490,000 jin of strength, 599 zhang of divine sense)
Techniques: Advanced Breathing Technique Level 152, Intermediate Body Tempering Technique Level 199
Martial Skills: Random Punch, Random Saber, Random Sword
Spells: Minor Rain Summoning, Universal Salvation Demonic Sound (Mastered)...
Intent: Fist Intent: Valorous and Fearless (67%)
Sword Intent: Gentle Breeze
Special Abilities: Eidetic Memory, Farming Mastery.]
Yang Hong's cultivation was stuck at the Fusion Realm, but his physical condition had improved significantly through his active cultivation.
Strength had increased from 450,000 jin to 490,000 jin; divine sense from 560 zhang to 599 zhang.
Even with his formidable physique falling prey to it, the entity behind this dream was incredibly powerful,
Extremely terrifying.
"I did learn two 'Great Brightness Scriptures,' but I already used the Xuan-grade high-tier one when synthesizing the Advanced Breathing Technique.
And the Earth-grade supreme-grade one is the 'Great Brightness Buddhist Scripture,' which is clearly more powerful.
What is there to hesitate about?"
"Avalokiteśvara Bodhisattva, practicing in the profound Prajñāpāramitā, sees the five aggregates as empty, and transcends all suffering."
Having regained clarity, Yang Hong directly began to use the 'Great Brightness Buddhist Scripture' to activate the 'Universal Salvation Demonic Sound,' reciting the Heart Sutra in this dream.
As Yang Hong recited, a glorious golden light immediately emanated from him.
"Sizzle~ Sizzle~"
Under the golden light, the gray mist melted away rapidly, like a hot knife through butter,
The world gradually cleared.
"Gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā."
Upon completing one recitation of the Heart Sutra, all the gray mist vanished, replaced by a spherical space only nine zhang in diameter.
Yang Hong floated in the center of the sphere.
"Sphere of the Emotion Demon, a special space nurtured by the mental manifestation of evil entities.
Any creature whose emotions are swayed within this space will have its soul devoured by the Emotion Demon, never to be reborn!"
"Emotion Demon, the Demon of Emotions.
A bizarre and malevolent entity born from the convergence of negative emotions from all beings in heaven and earth. As long as negative emotions exist in the world, the Emotion Demon is immortal and indestructible."
As the entire spherical space was enveloped by Yang Hong's golden light, two pieces of information directly entered his mind, allowing him to understand what was happening.
This also made Yang Hong even more perplexed.