Demonic energy, obscuring the sun and sky.
"Roar!"
Within the vast demonic energy, eight dragon shadows writhed and roared, as if carrying Chen Jiuyang.
The disciples of the Great Dream lineage looked at this scene, their faces showing a hint of solemnity: "It truly possesses the aura of a great achievement, ascending to the Demon Emperor!"
Among the Nine Sects of the Demonic Path, Chen Jiuyang had already swept through eight, leaving only the Great Dream lineage.
Chen Jiuyang appeared, landing, followed only by a few Grand Elders of the Immortal Dao Return to Void stage.
Chen Jiuyang looked at the masked, yet peerlessly elegant Sect Master of the Great Dream Demonic Sect before the mountain gate, and couldn't help but cup his fists: "True Saint Sect's Qianyang greets Sect Master 'Meng Yi'."
The pair of beautiful eyes revealed beneath 'Meng Yi's' mask showed a slight surprise, then similarly cupped their fists: "Greetings, Sect Master 'Qianyang'."
Chen Jiuyang spoke: "For hundreds of thousands of years, the Chongming Sea has been dormant, forcing the Holy Land to split into nine demonic lineages to mend the heavenly wounds with luck. Now, the Ancestors have awakened, and millions of people eagerly await the Holy Land's revival and the unification of the Holy Path, propelling me to embark on this Holy Path contention today."
Chen Jiuyang's words were intentionally spoken for 'Meng Yi' to hear.
This Sect Master 'Meng Yi' was not her true body, but a wisp of true spirit. Every sixty years, her true spirit's memories would be refreshed. In her perception, she had only recently awakened from slumber and established the sect.
Chen Jiuyang was testing 'Meng Yi's' state.
The supreme divine ability of Ancestor 'Qiankun' had been operating for hundreds of thousands of years. This duration was too long, and it was not guaranteed that Ancestor 'Meng Yi' had not made any mistakes.
'Meng Yi' was silent for a moment, then said: "Since that is the case, then please present the Holy Artifact."
As 'Meng Yi's' voice fell, the space of the Great Dream Demonic Sect tore open, revealing the Holy Artifact in the form of armor forged from blue gold.
A subtle 'Qian' character could be vaguely discerned upon it.
This 'Qian' was different from the 'Qian' character in Chen Jiuyang's Martial Dao Furnace.
Chen Jiuyang's heart stirred, then he also turned and cupped his fists: "Present the Holy Artifact."
The Holy Artifact, the 'Eternal Tribulation' scroll, appeared.
After a period of communication between the two Holy Artifacts, the blue gold mystic patterned armor Holy Artifact emitted a voice: "This Holy Path contention will be supervised and presided over by me."
Chen Jiuyang looked at 'Meng Yi', his expression solemn: "May I ask what method Sect Master 'Meng Yi' intends to use for this Holy Path contention?"
'Meng Yi' looked at Chen Jiuyang and said: "Since you are the one favored by the Holy Land, I shall not make things overly difficult for you. I will only unleash one divine ability, 'Great Dream'. If you can break through it, then I shall concede defeat."
Chen Jiuyang's heart stirred. This true spirit of the Great Sage 'Meng Yi' was quite cooperative, intending to go easy on him.
Only one divine ability, 'Great Dream', should be manageable.
Chen Jiuyang's expression relaxed, and he said: "Very well, then please, Sect Master 'Meng Yi', make your move."
'Meng Yi' pointed a fair jade finger across the void: "Ninety-nine thoughts, infinite dreams."
The moment this divine ability was unleashed, Chen Jiuyang felt 'Meng Yi's' overwhelming, world-destroying rage and negative emotions.
"Disaster."
"As expected, 'Meng Yi' has a problem."
"Enjoy this taste of the shackles of countless years, Sect Master 'Qianyang'."
Chen Jiuyang's expression suddenly changed, and then a power at the level of a Martial Dao Great Sage descended upon him, causing his vision to instantly darken, his soul plunging into an abyss.
...
Chen Jiuyang opened his eyes.
Birds chirped and flowers bloomed.
"This is..."
"Qingzhu Village."
Chen Jiuyang's expression sank. He had experienced such illusionary divine abilities too many times, and his heart was utterly disgusted with such abilities that manipulated his memories and emotions.
He immediately formed hand seals: "All beings in the mortal world, fear me as heaven!!!"
Chen Jiuyang's expression suddenly changed. He could not feel any spiritual power circulating within him. This divine ability, which defied heavenly laws, could not be unleashed.
Was it the power of the Martial Dao Great Sage 'Meng Yi' suppressing him?
"Past and future, no immortals in this moment!!!"
"..."
Still no reaction. Chen Jiuyang's face had completely changed.
"Ten thousand great dreams, only reality provides satiety!!!"
"..."
The divine ability taught to him by Ancestor 'Qiankun' was also ineffective.
"Yansheng..." Chen Jiuyang attempted to summon the Yansheng Saber.
Previously, Chen Jiuyang had also fallen into illusions, and he could always contact the Yansheng Saber.
However, this time, it was in vain.
He had been tricked by Ancestor 'Qiankun'.
This time, he could only rely on himself to break through this 'Great Dream' divine ability.
Chen Jiuyang looked inward and found that he had no Celestial Terrace, no Martial Dao Furnace, nor any Dao Treasury Divine Palace of origin laws.
He understood. His current state was that only a wisp of his true spirit had been stripped out and entered this divine ability's dreamscape.
It was not his main body that was trapped.
"This... is quite troublesome..."
Needless to say, this dreamscape divine ability must be an illusion formed by manipulating his memories.
As expected, the final Great Dream Demonic Sect was also very troublesome.
This had nothing to do with combat power, but with the understanding of the Dao.
Chen Jiuyang did not have much time to be trapped in this dream world.
So, there was only one last resort.
"Princess 'Shi Le'."
Chen Jiuyang cautiously called out.
If he could not even summon her.
Then, he would have no choice but to be tormented by 'Meng Yi's' divine ability honestly.
One breath... two breaths...
One hour... two hours...
Just as Chen Jiuyang was about to give up.
The illusory world before his eyes suddenly changed color.
The clouds in the sky condensed into the appearance of Princess 'Shi Le': "'Qianyang', why do you summon this princess?"
Seeing Princess 'Shi Le' appear in this manner, Chen Jiuyang's heart tightened, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Jiuyang spoke: "Your Highness 'Shi Le', I am currently trapped within this illusionary divine ability and wish to request Your Highness 'Shi Le' to relieve me."
Princess 'Shi Le's' expression shifted, revealing a frown for the first time: "This illusionary divine ability is at the level of Emperor Art, and it may take some time."
As she spoke, she seemed reluctant to act.
Chen Jiuyang said sternly: "Your Highness 'Shi Le', this is the divine ability of the final sect in the Holy Path contention. If Your Highness 'Shi Le' helps me break free, then I can immediately unify the Demonic Path, ascend to the position of Demon Emperor in seven days, and lead troops to attack the five pseudo-Dao. At that time, I can assist Your Highness 'Shi Le' in devouring the luck of the five pseudo-Dao."
Princess 'Shi Le' was silent for a long time, then said: "I am somewhat tempted. Since that is the case, then I shall help you break free, but it will take some time to decipher this Emperor Art divine ability."
Chen Jiuyang cupped his fists: "Then I shall trouble Your Highness 'Shi Le'."
Immediately, Chen Jiuyang's expression turned grim. Even he had never expected that Ancestor 'Qiankun' was a being at the level of Alternative Dao Enlightenment, mastering Emperor Art, and had passed it on to 'Meng Yi'.
He was currently a peerless mighty being, with Martial Dao Saints, Martial Dao Great Sages, Martial Dao Quasi-Emperors, Alternative Dao Enlightenment, and Martial Dao Red Dust Immortals above him...
...
Before the Great Dream Demonic Sect, the forces of both sects watched Chen Jiuyang stand frozen in the divine ability, while 'Meng Yi' revealed a cold expression.
However, at this moment.
"Swish swish swish!"
Pink mist surged from Chen Jiuyang's body.
"Hmm?" 'Meng Yi's' expression shifted.