Refining pills! Royal beasts! The good-for-nothing young lady is actually the peerless emperor’s dau

Chapter 1102 Confrontation
"No need."

Nothing in the dream realm can be hidden from Ye Ranyin's consciousness.

She knew what the Dream City looked like.

It is somewhat similar to the Xingmeng Sect, but not exactly the same.

It is gorgeous yet solemn, and there is a palace reserved for her in the very center.

In addition, Dugu He and several other senior brothers also had specific residences in other places.

This is a dreamland. These people knew that it was impossible for them to live here, but they still reserved a place for them.

It can be seen that they really care about it.

"Has that young master left?"

"Yes, he is my husband, Feng Jiuchen."

"This!" The Grand Elder was shocked. "It turned out to be the Seventh Uncle? Then weren't we being rude earlier?"

They thought that someone like Miss Seven would not easily become a Taoist partner with someone, but they didn't expect that she would already have a family at such a young age.

"He doesn't care about these." Ye Ranyin said, "I'll trouble you all to take care of the Dream City's affairs in the future. If there is anything, you can tell me through the Origin of Dreams."

"Miss Seven, are you planning to leave the dream?"

"Ah."

"Now the Xingmeng Sect has been completely destroyed in reality, and many people were pulled into dreams before. I'm afraid I have to give an explanation to the Middle Third Heaven about this matter. I wonder if Miss Seven has any solution?"

Ye Ranyin's mind changed, and a puppet appeared out of thin air.

"This is the puppet I made. You can possess it first. Many people are at the Holy City Prophet right now. You can go there to explain the situation and point out the fact that Jiuchongtian took action. As for the current situation of the Dream City and the Star Dream Sect, let's not talk about it..."

She paused and continued, "Don't mention me. Just say that you solved this dream realm incident by yourselves when you were sober."

"Yes." The Supreme Elder is also a veteran in this world, so he naturally knows that the trump card cannot be easily revealed to others.

Now that Ye Ranyin has received help from the Xingmeng Sect, and has also gained control of the origin of dreams that makes everyone in the Ninth Heaven jealous, if outsiders knew about this, they would definitely arouse jealousy.

Even those who originally attacked the Xingmeng Sect might also attack Ye Ranyin because of this.

Therefore, it would be better for both Ye Ranyin and Xingmeng Sect if they openly distanced themselves from Ye Ranyin.

Ye Ranyin likes to communicate with such smart and worry-free people: "Elder, go and arrange the affairs of the Dream City. We will leave the dream realm later and I will take you back to reality."

The Grand Elder leaned over the puppet, and under the influence of the power of dreams, the puppet turned into the appearance of the elder.

Unless someone has a higher level of cultivation than him and can see through the power of dreams, others will not be able to tell that his body is a puppet.

"We have explained what needs to be explained. If it is convenient for Miss Seven, let's go now."

"it is good."

Leaving the Dream Realm was much easier than coming to it. After all, Ye Ranyin had become the master of the Dream Realm.

Before she left, she had taken back all the dream power in the dream realm and compressed it in the Dream City.

In the real world, in the middle three realms, the prophet who had been unable to figure out what was going on in the dream realm, at this moment, felt the huge dream power recede like a tide.

The middle three realms returned to their former peaceful state.

All the sleeping people in the several star fields near Xingmeng Sect woke up.

The prophet closed his eyes, and with just one thought, he knew that the Xingmeng Sect had become a dead star.

"Strange." Although Ming Xingmeng Sect had become a dead star, he could clearly sense that the fate of Xingmeng Sect had changed and it was now exuding vitality.

The prophet was so smart that he thought for a while and said, "Is it a dream?"

Not far opposite him stood an old blind man with only two deep black eye sockets.

He stood in front of the dilapidated courtyard gate and stopped the prophet outside.

The prophet came to his senses and repeated his previous request.

"I'm just going in to take a look. I won't hurt them, nor will I make you lose your credibility."

The old blind man didn't say anything, but silently raised a black scepter in his hand.

"I don't want to do anything to you yet." The prophet shook his head, his tone helpless: "How long can you delay?"

After a pause, the prophet continued, "He will come to me sooner or later and die in my hands... Actually, you don't want him to win, do you? After all..."

"Shut up."

The old blind man said in a cold tone: "If you want to fight, then fight. If not, get out of here."

"..." The prophet was silent for a moment: "Okay, for your sake, I'll let it go this time."

As he walked away, he said, "I have given you so many years and have been tolerant enough towards you. I hope your final choice will not disappoint me."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from Xiaoliu Lane.

The old blind man's back, which had stopped moving, suddenly hunched over, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"This guy is getting more and more powerful."

He muttered to himself, and then turned around and walked back. As he walked, a look of worry appeared on his face: "If he continues like this... will anyone be able to stop him?"

At this moment, an invisible wave was rippling in the dilapidated courtyard.

The old blind man's dark eyes suddenly looked towards a room.

(End of this chapter)