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Chapter 1097 It's not me who saved you
Next, the Supreme Elder began to practice martial arts. With the help of Feng Jiuchen, his aptitude improved significantly, and soon, strange power flowed through his body.

Feng Jiuchen nodded: "He has gotten started. Let him practice for a few more days, and then he can try to control the power of dreams."

Ye Ranyin asked: "Then when should I take action?"

Feng Jiuchen was about to speak when his expression changed slightly and he looked into the void.

"What's wrong?" Ye Ranyin also noticed something was wrong.

"Someone is spying on this dream realm." Feng Jiuchen snorted coldly and waved his sleeves. A powerful force swept out. In an instant, everyone in the entire dream realm, except Xingmeng Zong and Ye Ranyin, was sent out of the dream realm.

Simultaneously.

In the holy city.

The transparent ball of light in front of the prophet was covered by a gray light at some point, making it impossible for him to see what was going on inside.

Previously, he tried to break through the gray power and continue exploring the dream realm.

But there was a counterattack.

At this time, he still hadn't reacted...

Click.

The ball of light in front of him suddenly shattered, and the prophet groaned, with blood flowing from the corners of his lips.

"What a powerful force!"

The prophet's face changed slightly, but because the power was wrapped in the power of dreams, he did not realize the true source of the power.

"I underestimated the Star Dream Sect's thing. It seems that... the situation in the dream realm has changed. I wonder what happened."

The prophet frowned and was thinking of other ways to continue exploring the dream realm when footsteps hurriedly approached outside the temple.

The prophet used his divine sense to investigate and found that people from the four major families in the holy city were rushing to the temple with many people.

He thought for a moment and opened the door of the temple.

Everyone had different looks on their faces, and they hurriedly walked in: "Master Prophet, everyone who entered the dream has woken up."

"Sure enough, the prophet has a solution. With the prophet's warning and everyone's concerted efforts, we were able to live up to everyone's expectations and rescue everyone from the dream."

"Yes, thank you for your help, Prophet. If it weren't for the Prophet, we wouldn't have known about this disaster in the Middle Third Heaven - please accept our greetings, Prophet."

A subtle expression flashed across the prophet's face: "You said... the matter of the dream realm has been resolved?"

"Yes, now everyone who entered the dream realm has woken up. Although no one remembers what happened in the dream, no one was injured or killed. This is really cause for celebration."

The prophet was silent for a moment: "It is not me who saves you."

Everyone was stunned.

"Not the Prophet? Isn't the Prophet being too modest?"

Know first: "The dream power that is spreading in the middle three heavens has not disappeared yet, and the matter of the dream realm has not been truly resolved. Someone else saved you... or the dream itself has changed."

Seeing that he was serious, everyone believed what he said.

"But if it's not the prophet, who else has this ability?"

The Prophet shook his head.

In his understanding, there was no such person, unless it was... His heart suddenly moved.

Is this the person he is looking for?
If it was her, she would be able to solve this problem.

However, he had actually investigated everyone who entered the dream this time, and found no trace of her.

The more he thought about it, the more the prophet frowned. For so many years, his life had been like a stagnant pool, unchanged. It was only in recent years that some changes gradually began to take place. Recently, he had seen opportunities that he had never encountered before.

However, this change was so drastic that he lost control right from the start.

He hadn't experienced this feeling of being out of control for many years.

"Are you sure that all the people who entered the dream realm together have come out?"

"determine."

Everyone was extremely sure.

The prophet nodded: "Then there is only one possibility left."

Everyone looked over.

Know first: "Maybe something happened inside the Xingmeng Sect, and they took control of the power of dreams and released everyone."

"Huh? That's really possible, but it seems that since the incident happened, we haven't seen anyone from the Xingmeng Sect appear."

The prophet tried to deduce the future of the Xingmeng Sect.

He discovered that the Xingmeng Sect, which seemed to be in a dead end, was now shrouded in a shadow. He could no longer see through the fate of the Xingmeng Sect.

This feeling... is like the secret of heaven is being hidden.

All of a sudden.

A flash of inspiration flashed through the prophet's mind.

Little Willow Lane.

Among the people he knew, only the one who had recently returned to the Holy City and lived in Xiaoliu Lane had the ability to conceal the secrets.

But, how is that possible?
That person is not even his opponent, so how could he possibly change the fate of the Xingmeng Sect?

The prophet thought about it and made up his mind to go to Xiaoliu Lane later to visit his old friends.

"In any case, the power of dreams has not completely disappeared in the Middle Third Heaven. You might as well wait and see in the Holy City for a few more days, and then take action after the power of dreams has completely dissipated."

"Thank you for the reminder, Prophet."

Everyone expressed their willingness to follow the prophet's arrangements.

The prophet waved his hand and said, "I am about to go into seclusion to practice. Please do as you please."

Everyone said goodbye and left tactfully.

The door of the temple slowly closed, and the prophet walked down from the throne. The world beneath his feet changed, and the next moment, he was standing on a dilapidated street full of ruins.

It was Xiaoliu Lane where Ye Ranyin and others lived.

In the dilapidated yard, the old blind man who was resting with his eyes closed in a rocking chair seemed to sense something. He suddenly opened his dark eye sockets, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

(End of this chapter)