hey demon

Chapter 889

In the dreamland of all living beings, in the palace of sleepwalking, Zhang Chunyi's figure appeared here.

"Are you ready?"

Turning his gaze to Wumian, Zhang Chunyi asked.

Hearing this, Wumian nodded.

"I have broken the restriction left by Nan Huazi. You and I are one, and your chaotic body has special mana. Now you should be able to use the power of Dreamwalking Palace."

Looking at Zhang Chunyi, Wumian said.

Hearing this, there was no words, the golden core burst into bright light, piercing the darkness, and Zhang Chunyi poured majestic mana into the Dreaming Palace.

Wumian specializes in the Dao of Dreams, and has also cultivated the magical power of sleepwalking, which has the same origin as the Dreamwalking Palace. Only in his hands can this earthly celestial artifact exert its true power, but it is a pity that his mana is shallow now, and he wants to control sleepwalking. Palace is too difficult.

Hum, mana flowing like an abyss, the Dreamwalking Palace blooms with fairy light and begins to wake up.

Seeing such a scene, the supernatural powers were activated, and the sleeplessness covered the vision of the recovery and blooming of the Sleepwalking Palace.

"Black Mountain!"

The mana in Jindan poured like a flood without end, and the consciousness merged with the dream palace, and Zhang Chunyi communicated with Montenegro.

Hearing this, he let out a low growl, and with the help of the subtle connection between his spirit and soul, Heishan locked the general position of You Qihe, which is also where Donghuang is located.

"Sleepwalking Ten Directions!"

After confirming the direction, Zhang Chunyi really aroused the power of Sleepwalking Palace without any further hesitation.

In the next moment, Dao marks were lit up, and Zhang Chunyi's figure was wrapped by the power of Dreamwalking Palace, turning into a purple jade butterfly across the dreamland, and disappeared in an instant, just like a real dream. At this moment, unpredictable The dream of all beings seems to have become a smooth road.

"Sleepwalking in the ten directions, you can escape the infinite, and I don't know when I will be able to truly cultivate such supernatural powers."

Watching Zhang Chunyi's figure go away, Wumian let out a soft sigh.

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At the junction of Donghuang and Zhongtu, the Gangfeng barrier stands, dividing the two worlds.

With the coming of the sky change, this strong wind barrier became more and more terrifying. There were strange winds whistling inside, and the wind monsters were criss-crossing, faintly exuding an aura that made even gods fear it.

In addition, in the depths of this strong wind barrier, there is a thick dragon aura entrenched, like a sleeping five-clawed golden dragon, and its core is a bright yellow imperial decree.

There are four ancient seal inscriptions on it, flowing with sacred brilliance, which means "this road is blocked", and there is a bright red seal on the place where it is signed, which is "Ordered by heaven, life will last forever".

There is a faint brilliance flowing from the imprint, and there is a coercive will covering it, which has not dissipated until now. Under the blessing of this will, the words "This road is not open" have become an iron law, which people dare not violate.

At a certain moment, the imperial decree bloomed brightly, and the sleeping five-clawed golden dragon suddenly opened its eyes.

Like a real divine light shot out, the five-clawed golden dragon reflected the sky and the earth, as if it had found something, but in the end it found nothing.

Roar, let out a deep roar, failed to find the thing that triggered his induction, and the five-clawed golden dragon fell into a deep sleep again. After all, it was just a leftover force. Although it had some spirituality, it had no real wisdom.

At the same time, in the dream of all beings, a purple jade butterfly crossed the invisible boundary.

"Is that the backhand left by Emperor Ying? It turned out to be an imperial decree. No wonder the Donghuang Daomen didn't reach into the middle soil for so many years."

With a startled glance, Zhang Chunyi hastily withdrew his gaze.

With the help of the peculiarity of the dreams of all living beings and the miraculous power of sleepwalking, he successfully bypassed the barrier of the wind and won the emperor's backhand.

Of course, one of the most important reasons for this is that the Daying Dynasty has been shattered, and the power of the imperial decree has been greatly weakened. Otherwise, it may not be so easy to cross the barrier so easily ,
In fact, it is quite powerful that this imperial decree can still give birth to miracles.

Turning his thoughts, crossing the barrier, Zhang Chunyi's figure disappeared instantly.

Donghuang, the ancestral home of Taoism, has a vast territory, no less than the Middle Earth. After the change of the sky, it continues to grow and become more and more vast. There are thousands of scenes on it, and there are strands of pure spirit hanging down from the sky, constantly baptizing Take this world and turn it into a holy place for practice. It is the legacy left by the Taoist ancestor when he became a Taoist, and it has not been scattered until now.

In this world, all spirits will be baptized with pure spiritual energy from the beginning of conception, which will imperceptibly improve their cultivation qualifications. It is precisely because of this that the world is prosperous and there is never a shortage of geniuses.

At night, the lights of Baijia were turned off, and a ten-year-old boy fell asleep early. He had a sweet dream. In the dream, he saw many beautiful butterflies. He was so happy that he quickly reached out to catch them, but he couldn't catch them.

It was at this moment that a purple jade butterfly stepped out of the child's dream across the dream and reality.

"Is this the Eastern Wilderness? It really is a holy place for practice."

Coming from sleepwalking and manifesting his body shape, Zhang Chunyi quietly spread out his divine sense, and it was at this moment that he received a lot of feedback.

He walked out of a child's dream, and now he lives in a small village with hundreds of households, and his life is fairly affluent. The most important thing is that there are a dozen or so practitioners in such a small village. It's not high, but it's quite rare.

Zhang Chunyi can see that these practitioners basically have limited potential and hopeless Yinshen, and their practice is also very special.

"This village has about ten acres of spiritual fields, which are taken care of by those practitioners, while other ordinary people unite with these practitioners, forming small families, which together constitute this village."

"And in this area, there are more than a dozen similar villages, and they all rely on an immortal sect called Woniumen."

"Immortals and mortals are mixed, everyone knows immortals, everyone seeks immortals, is this Donghuang?"

Withdrawing his spiritual thoughts, the thoughts in Zhang Chunyi's mind kept turning.

The Daomen of the Eastern Wasteland ruled the world. Standing at the apex are naturally the ancient orthodoxy that has endured adversity, and below it are the various sects of immortality, large and small, and there are families of cultivators mixed in during the period.

These cultivating families rely on the sect and are rooted in the common people. Although they cannot be compared with the sect in terms of size, their influence is quite strong, so they should not be underestimated.

It is precisely because of this that in Donghuang, the concept of sect and family is very strong, and the knowledge of cultivating immortals in Donghuang has long been popularized, at least at the basic level.

The Immortal Gate ruled across borders, and every once in a while a qualification test will be conducted on school-age children. As long as they have the qualifications and are willing to practice, they can get the basic practice formulas and step into the path of practice.

Of course, if you want something better, you can only join the sect or rely on your own family.

(End of this chapter)