The Lord of Void and Real - Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Chapter 40: Leaving and Returning

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The wolf-shaped dark cloud burst into disintegration, transforming into countless amounts of black Qi that surged in all directions, fiercely crashing against the surrounding red light shield.

After emitting that frenzied red flame, the red light shield formed by the six small flags seemed to have consumed most of its energy, becoming much dimmer. At this moment, it was hit hard by countless black Qi and broke open with a “sizzle”. Yu Yan and the rest were propelled backward by an invisible force.

The black Qi continued to roll and spread, intermixed with a wave of intense heat.

Even on the ground, Shen Luo and the others felt a scorching hot wind rushing towards them, causing their faces to burn. It was evident how high the temperature was when the red flame exploded.

At that moment, a figure flew out from the spreading black Qi, escaping towards the distance. It was the Black Wolf King.

At this moment, the Black Wolf King had returned to his previous wolf-headed humanoid form. However, half of his body was charred black and his left arm was missing, apparently destroyed in the red flame just now.

At this moment, two lights, one gold and one silver, raced up from below. They were the Gold and Silver Swords, cutting across the sky, bristling like dragons, slashing towards the Black Wolf King.

The Black Wolf King turned his head sharply and spat out a fist-sized sphere from his mouth that emitted dazzling black and red light, smashing it against the Gold and Silver Swords.

A loud “boom” sounded!

A massive storm swept out, and the Gold and Silver Swords were repulsed with a single hit.

However, a crack had formed on the black and red sphere and the light it emitted had dimmed significantly.

The Black Wolf King gave a “wa” sound, spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood, and flash of black light transformed his lower body back into a pair of wolf legs.

His eyes flashed with resentment, but he dared not linger any longer. He spat out a cloud of black Qi to cover himself, creating a whirl of black demon wind around him. His speed instantly doubled, disappearing into the horizon.

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Seeing the Wolf King escape, the Gray Wolves below attacking the city, and the Black Wolves that had invaded the city, lost all their will to fight and scattered in disarray, soon disappearing into the wilderness outside the city.

Two figures flew in from outside the city. They were a middle-aged man in a red robe and a bald old man.

Although Shen Luo did not recognize these two, he had seen them during the daytime defense of the city yesterday.

The two had obviously been ambushing outside, coordinating with Yu Yan and the others, in an attempt to decisively slay the Black Wolf King. Unfortunately, it managed to escape.

However, with the heavily wounded Black Wolf King escaping and the wolf pack repelled, the great crisis in Feng Chi City had also vanished.

Seeing this, Shen Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

The moment he relaxed, his accumulated fatigue erupted, and before he could do anything, he blacked out.

In a daze, Shen Luo felt as though he was hovering in a bizarre space, surrounded by colorful but blurry surroundings, making it impossible to see clearly.

He attempted to rub his eyes but realized he couldn’t move his limbs at all.

Suddenly alarmed, he tried to yell out, only to find that he could not make a sound.

Then, an intense pain shot through his limbs as if he was being pulled in different directions.

The agony rapidly spread from his limbs to his entire body, as if he was being torn to pieces.

He wanted to struggle but was stuck, only able to endure the torture in pain.

After what felt like an eternity, everything around him suddenly shattered like a mirror, breaking into countless fragments.

…

Inside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion disciple’s room, Shen Luo trembled and bolted upright, his eyes wide open.

His whole body was covered in sweat, his chest heaving, panting heavily.

The familiar ceiling gradually came into view as the warm sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his bed. The room was bright and peaceful, a stark contrast to the chaos he experienced in his dream.

He shook his head, looking around to confirm that he had completely left Dreamland and returned to reality. Only then did he sigh with relief.

Shen Luo placed his hands on the bed to sit up, but a penetrating pain shot through his arms. His hands went limp, and he fell back onto the bed.

“I’m back!”

Shen Luo felt somewhat relieved. He dared not move again and closed his eyes to assess his body’s condition.

Like his arms, other parts of his body sent waves of agonizing pain. His body was feeling chilly, indicating his condition this time seemed to be worse than the last time he woke up from Dreamland.

Shen Luo was somewhat worried and quickly started practicing the “Small Transformation Yang Technique” in an attempt to heal his body.

As a surge of Yang Gang power rose from his Dantian and circulated around his chest and abdomen, the internal coldness subsided a bit.

He became slightly relieved, then seemed to realize something, raising his eyebrows.

In Dreamland, he had drunk Yu Yan’s Snake Gallbladder Wine, which increased his Yang Gang power somewhat. However, the Yang Gang Qi in his body had returned to its previous state.

“So, a dream is just a dream.” Shen Luo murmured with slight disappointment, quickly adjusted his mindset, and continued to practice the “Small Transformation Yang Technique”.

Driven by the Yang Gang power, the chill in his body gradually dissipated, and his aching body slowly recovered.

Seeing this, Shen Luo quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The previous encounters in Dreamland were bizarre yet incredibly realistic, coupled with numerous sudden changes, leaving him no time to consider this dream entry.

Now back in reality, he calmed down and couldn’t help but ponder over a question.

He had definitely put the jade pillow back in its original place, so how could he enter the dream again?

Could it be that the jade pillow wasn’t far enough away and could still affect him on the back mountain?

At that thought, Shen Luo tilted his head and glanced at the side of his pillow with the corner of his eye, his eyes widened in surprise.

On the bed to the left of the pillow, a black and yellow object sat quietly. It was the mysterious jade pillow that he had supposedly returned!

This time, Shen Luo was genuinely startled.

The jade pillow was back?

However, after experiencing two bizarre yet very realistic dreams, his state of mind had greatly changed from before, and he quickly regained his composure.

“Could someone have entered the room?” Shen Luo thought in surprise, looking towards the door and the window.

The door and the window were tightly shut, with no signs of having been opened.

The Spring and Autumn Pavilion was not an ordinary Daoism Pavilion. To prevent accidents, the doors and windows of disciple’s rooms were specially made, intricately designed, impossible to open from the outside unless forced open, let alone entering and leaving without a trace.

“Did it come back on its own?” Shen Luo shivered, feeling the jade pillow become more mysterious.

Numerous thoughts were swirling in his mind, which he couldn’t organize for the time being. He thus temporarily set this matter aside and sat in meditation, practicing the “Small Transformation Yang Technique”.

More than half an hour later, after the pain in his body had almost completely subsided, he stopped practicing, sat up, looked at the jade pillow again, and fell into deep thought.

The scenes from last night’s dream constantly flashed in his mind, making it hard for him to concentrate.

Shen Luo’s eyes roved over the numerous classics on the desk beside him. Suddenly, he recalled what Yu Yan had mentioned about Master Yu’s adventure in the dream. After a brief moment of silence, he walked over, pulled out a thick book from the pile – a geographical encyclopedia of the county.

He flipped to the page about Song Fan County, which Yu Yan had mentioned. The book contained a map of Song Fan County, which he began to scrutinize carefully.

“Luan Shui River! It really exists!”

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