I can find treasures in my dreams.

Not long after.

A hazy yellow hue, like a huge, flowing curtain, poured down from the distant sky, instantly sweeping across the entire heavens.

The light was instantly swallowed up by this dim yellow light, becoming murky and oppressive, as if the whole world was shrouded in a huge, about-to-break amber.

"Ugh——!"

A continuous, mournful shriek, like the howl of an ancient beast, descended from the distant sky.

The wind howled like countless invisible blades, frantically cutting through the air and emitting a piercing shriek.

Although the three had witnessed several super sandstorms before, they were still greatly shocked by the overwhelming power of this world-destroying scene that was falling from the sky.

The super sandstorm has finally arrived.

The sandstorms within the secret realm are extremely strange; they don't rise from the ground, but rather crash down from the sky like an inverted tsunami.

Countless grains of sand were swept up by the gale, forming black torrents that crashed to the ground like countless furious black dragons.

In just a few seconds.

The sky then turned completely dark, as if the deepest night had arrived early, with visibility less than ten meters.

"Ow—!"

"hiss--!"

Countless roars, hisses, and beastly bellows, as if coming from the depths of hell, pierced through the rumble of the sandstorm and clearly reached the ears of the three.

The stone sculptures that had been silent for who knows how long began to tremble violently, making cracking sounds, as if they were about to break free from their restraints and burst out of the ground at any moment.

In the past, the stone sculptures would show similar signs of revival every night, but this time the situation was extremely bizarre.

Each stone sculpture's surface emitted a faint crimson glow, and large amounts of blood flowed down from its surface, quickly staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

Some of the largest stone sculptures had many blurry, blood-red phantoms emerging from them, hovering around the sculptures for a moment, before surging back into them like a tide.

What sends chills down your spine most is that pairs of blood-red eyes, like will-o'-the-wisps appearing out of nowhere, emerge from the surrounding darkness without warning.

They were numerous, densely packed, gleaming with a cold and greedy light, staring intently at the three of them, as if sizing up their prey that was about to be devoured.

Liwen's Heavenly Moon Spirit Power issued a frantic warning, a chilling sensation shooting from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.

She could vaguely sense that the blood-red eye seemed to contain a strange and evil power, trying to penetrate her soul.

If it weren't for the blessing of the Moon Goddess bestowed upon her by the Moon Spirit Temple, she would never have noticed anything amiss.

"The Soul-Devouring Demon-Faced Beast is here!"

Yang Donglin's calm voice came through, carrying a steady and reassuring quality that instantly dispelled most of the panic surging in Liwen's heart.

His gaze swept over the surging darkness and blood-red surroundings, and he said with certainty, "There are two Soul-Devouring Demon Beasts watching us nearby, inside those two giant stone sculptures on the left!"

Livin shuddered violently.

The power of the Spirit Moon surged wildly, crashing against the meridians like a boiling tide, and a sharp warning came from the depths of the soul—death was approaching!

Zhou Furui's condition is even worse.

As the weakest of the three, he was already affected by the supernatural power emanating from the Soul-Devouring Demon Beast, and his expression became somewhat dazed.

Yang Donglin didn't wait any longer; a thought suddenly occurred to him.

A gilded soul card album appeared out of thin air in front of him, its pages flipping rapidly before finally settling on a brand new card.

This card is heavier than a regular soul card, with dark blood patterns along the edges, and a ferocious white bone chariot is prominently engraved in the center.

The chariot was made of thick animal bones, with blackened chains wrapped around the shafts. Two curved animal bone fangs stood upright at the front of the chariot, and the body of the chariot was inlaid with a dense array of small skulls, whose eye sockets gleamed with a cold, eerie green light.

In front of the chariot stood two colossal beasts, their bodies entirely white bones. Their heads were shaped like twisted lion heads, their jaws wide open revealing sharp bone spikes, and their bodies were shrouded in a faint black aura, exuding a ferocious aura that seemed capable of devouring all living beings, as if they could tear everything apart.

Livin only glanced at it briefly before feeling a chill run down her spine and her head, and her skin inexplicably felt a tearing pain in several places.

The Moon Spirit Warrior was startled and turned her gaze away as if she had been electrocuted.

She was not actually injured; it was just an illusion.

The fact that even a mere glance can induce eerie hallucinations demonstrates just how sinister the card is.

After a while.

The card suddenly swelled up, transforming into a virtual window half a meter high.

Inside the window, a vast expanse of pale flames burned, flickering extremely slowly yet exuding a deathly chill, like a fiery world shrouded in death.

In this world of white flames, towering white bone towers rise from the ground, each tower reaching tens of feet in height, all constructed from massive skulls and vertebrae.

The surface of the tower is inlaid with countless skulls of varying sizes, their eye sockets hollow and black, as if they are wailing silently.

The two skeletal beasts pulling the cart were now engulfed in raging pale flames, their manes were leaping tongues of fire, and their hooves crackled and burned as they trod on the flames.

They raised their heads to the sky and let out a silent roar. The flames around them instantly surged, and they pulled the equally burning white bone chariots swiftly toward the window, as if trying to break through this spatial barrier.

Livin felt her hair stand on end and her whole body tense up.

At this moment, she belatedly realized that many of the powerful supernatural items her master had taken out exuded an eerie and sinister aura.

For example, there's the Ghost Head Bronze Mirror that can reveal secrets, the Bone Prison Hound that can track and devour enemies, and this white bone chariot right before our eyes.

On the contrary, more normal items like the Sky-Breaking Shuttle are extremely rare in the owner's collection.

"Ow—!"

A deafening roar erupted from inside the window.

Two bone beasts struggled and pulled the bone chariot through the window barrier.

This moment.

Livin immediately realized that the terrifying sense of impending death had vanished without a trace.

She let out a breath, and her tense muscles relaxed.

no doubt.

The moment this incredibly sinister bone vehicle appeared, it easily halted the monster's soul power from eroding it.

next moment.

A strange phenomenon suddenly appeared.

Centered on the skeletal chariot, an invisible force rapidly spread out, instantly freezing a thin layer of ice on the ground within a radius of several hundred meters, with a faint white mist rising from it.

Livin, however, did not feel the slightest bit of cold.

The Moon Spirit Warrior took a closer look at the ground and realized that it was not actually ice, but some unknown special substance.

She then discovered something even stranger.

The stone sculptures that had been trembling more and more violently, their surfaces now covered in ice, suddenly calmed down, and the blood stopped flowing from their surfaces.

Zhou Furui's mental state improved at a visible speed, and his eyes regained their sparkle.

Livin glanced at the director subconsciously, then opened her red lips as if to ask a question.

Yang Donglin guessed the maid's question and answered proactively, "This is the 'Fierce Spirit Chariot,' which naturally has the ability to devour soul power."

He then pointed to the ice spreading wider and wider on the ground: "This is 'Nether Crystal' formed from the 'Power of the Netherworld'."

He paused for a moment, then his next sentence revealed an extremely startling piece of information: "Wherever the Nether Crystal covers, the combat power of the Fiendish Nether Chariot will increase several times, which can be understood as a weakened law domain. This chariot is naturally and absolutely able to counter the Soul-Devouring Demon-Faced Beast."

"Gudu~"

Livin couldn't help but swallow, and a word instinctively came to mind—an extremely ancient and powerful being.

She was 100% certain that the materials used to create the evil spirit chariot must have originated from the remains of a "very ancient and powerful being".

Yang Donglin strode towards the bone chariot and said, "Let's go!"

The three quickly boarded the evil spirit's chariot.

The chariot's bone frame was ice-cold, yet stepping on it felt soft and fleshy.

This gave Livin a vague feeling—that this strange and terrifying chariot seemed to be a living thing.

This illusion was quickly confirmed.

The bone frame beneath her feet shifted slightly, spontaneously conforming to her combat boots to make her more comfortable.

Livin's beautiful eyes flickered, and she turned to look at her master.

Yang Donglin went straight to the driver's position and made a loose clenching motion with his hands.

"Click! Click!"

Two soft sounds were heard.

The two skulls placed on either side of the frame suddenly opened their mouths and each spewed out a wisp of pale flame.

The flames swirled rapidly, automatically condensing into a rope of fire as thick as a wrist.

Yang Donglin pulled the rope of fire and shouted, "Let's go!"

"Ow—!"

The two skeletal beasts roared, their four hooves stomping the ground, propelling the chariot straight into the inky black curtain ahead.

Just now.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Countless grains of sand were launched as if by an invisible giant hand, sweeping in at supersonic speeds. The dense impacts mixed with sharp whistling sounds instantly drowned out all other noises. The ground trembled violently from the impact of the sand, and every inch of the hard Gobi Desert rock was instantly covered with a dense array of pits.

Livin's heart leaped into her throat, and she instinctively raised her hand to protect her vitals.

Despite knowing that the chariot could withstand the sandstorm, this instinctive sense of tension still gripped her heart.

next second.

The bizarre sight made her pupils shrink.

The sand and gravel that came towards them were so fast that they were just blurry black shadows, but the moment they touched the chariot, they passed straight through it as if they were passing through a phantom!

She looked down in astonishment and found that her palms had become translucent, with a faint grayish-white sheen. The sand passed through her body without any hindrance, without causing any pain or even a slight sensation.

The chariot and the three people on it had transformed into strange, illusory forms, as if they had merged into the darkness.

The sandstorm swept by, but it didn't even touch a single bone spike on the chariot. The sandstorm raged on, but the three of them remained unharmed, like bystanders.

"By the Moon Spirit!"

Livin stared at this incredible scene, muttering to herself in amazement.

She was not unfamiliar with the power of "transforming a physical entity into a virtual one to avoid physical impact," but the secret technique before her was quite different.

Because her lunar spiritual power was not touched at all, she would never have believed that she had become a phantom if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.

This is amazing!

Yang Donglin explained casually, "We were transformed into 'Silent Souls' by the evil spirit Mingche, which can be understood as a special kind of ethereal soul. The sandstorm is a physical substance, so it naturally poses no threat to us."

Livin's beautiful eyes flashed, and she instantly understood.

She became increasingly clear that this level of power most likely involved the level of laws.

Yang Donglin picked up the old oil lamp and gently placed it on top of the chariot frame.

"Crack!"

With a soft sound, a withered bone claw suddenly emerged from the groove, firmly gripping the base of the oil lamp and securing it to the frame.

The malevolent chariot hovered several meters above the ground, its four hooves treading on the void, each step sending up tiny, pale flames.

The chariot sped into the depths of darkness, leaving a half-meter-wide path of dark purple crystals in its wake.

The crystal glowed with a faint, cold light, and fine black patterns flowed across the road surface, slowly turning into points of light after a few seconds and merging into the surrounding darkness.

This bizarre scene left an indelible impression on the Moon Spirit Warrior's heart.

One second passed.

In Yang Donglin's field of vision, two distorted, ethereal entities suddenly appeared.

It was the Soul-Devouring Demon-Faced Beast.

They were shrouded in a thick, asphalt-like black mist that danced wildly like countless tentacles.

At the core of the black mist, a human face suddenly appeared.

The strangest thing is that this face is exactly the same as Yang Donglin's!
However, his face revealed a pair of stark white fangs at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes burned with eerie ghostly flames, his expression twisted and cruel.

Even though Yang Donglin already knew about the strange characteristics of the Soul-Devouring Demon Beast from his father, his heart still sank when he witnessed this scene.

This is precisely what makes the Soul-Eating Demon Beasts so terrifying; once they select a target, they transform into the face of their prey.

This is a very strange soul lock.

Once the prey gets close enough, its soul power will be slowly absorbed, and most powerful knights cannot stop it.

But the situation is completely different now.

Instead of attacking, the two Soul-Devouring Demon Beasts seemed to have encountered their most terrifying natural enemy. The black energy around them surged violently, and they let out sharp screechs as they fled desperately into the depths of darkness.

The face of "Yang Donglin," at the core of the black aura, was filled with extreme terror, and the ghostly fire in his eye sockets flickered wildly, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

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at the same time.

High in the sky, hundreds of kilometers away.

More than 20 kilometers above the Gobi Desert, a completely transparent, invisible sphere is quietly suspended here.

The torrent of sand and gravel falling from the sky, like a black waterfall, would eerily "flicker" when it touched the invisible membrane on the outer layer of the sphere, and then continue to fall unharmed from the other side.

The entire process did not cause any spatial ripples or energy fluctuations.

This is not a spatial technique, but a higher level of power—the realm of laws.

In this field, the respected one is the rule.

At the very center of the sphere, a hazy figure sat cross-legged, emanating a faint but palpable aura of power, as if he were one with the heavens and earth.

This is a powerful figure at the Venerable level.

He was extremely well hidden; even with Yang Donglin's use of the laws of the Sky-Breaking Shuttle, he failed to detect the presence of such a powerful being nearby.

at this time.

The Venerable One suddenly let out a soft "Eh," as if he had noticed something.

With a casual movement of his right hand, a skull carved from crystal appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The skull exuded an extremely solemn and ancient aura, and a faint light flashed in its dark eye sockets, as if two phantom eyeballs were slowly gathering and about to open.

The Venerable One's expression suddenly changed, and without hesitation, he used several extremely complex and powerful secret techniques at top speed to barely suppress the illusory eyeball that was about to open back down.

Fine beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead, clearly indicating that he was extremely wary of the crystal skull and couldn't even fully control it.

The Venerable One breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was filled with disbelief. He muttered to himself, "The divine remains actually sensed the aura of another divine remains in this secret realm."

The chances of two divine remains meeting in the same secret realm are so small as to be negligible, yet it still happened.

He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes.

The Venerable hesitated for a moment, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes, before finally making up his mind: "Perhaps we can use the shared origin between the two divine remains to glean some information about the other's situation."

A few seconds later.

"Crack!"

The crystal skull's jaw, seemingly with a hint of reluctance, slowly opened.

A wisp of pale flame suddenly rose up and exploded in mid-air, forming a dimly lit curtain of light that kept shaking.

Within the light screen, a skeletal chariot, dragged by two bone beasts burning with pale flames, appeared vaguely on the screen.

The Venerable One's gaze was instantly drawn to it.

He immediately saw the figure driving the chariot casually make a gesture with his right hand, and a large amount of flames erupted from the chariot, transforming into thousands of thin flame threads in the void, like a net that shot rapidly toward the two twisted black figures that were fleeing.

In the blink of an eye, the threads of flame precisely captured the shadowy figure.

The net rapidly contracted and condensed, eventually transforming into two crystal beads that completely sealed the two dark figures within.

The figure driving the vehicle simply waved his hand casually, and the two crystal beads, as if drawn by an invisible force, automatically flew back and landed inside the chariot.

Upon seeing this scene, the Venerable One's surprise instantly turned into shock.

He couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "Who exactly is this person? How could he have such a high level of control over the divine remains?!"

The Venerable One stared intently at the light screen, silently making an assessment in his mind.

After a while.

He concluded that the other party had at least 30% control over the divine remains!

This number is not low at all; in fact, it is surprisingly high.

This means that the opponent can freely draw upon the powerful laws contained within the divine remains, transforming them into means of hunting and defense, without triggering any instinctive resistance from the divine remains.

It should be known that the remains of a deity carry the lingering resentment and ferocity of a fallen ancient god. Even if an ordinary strong person merely touches them, they may be devoured by the lingering resentment, let alone wield their power.

The Venerable One pondered to himself that if it were him trying to use the crystal skull in his hand to capture the Soul-Devouring Demon Beast, the skull would most likely remain motionless and would not obey any commands.

If one is not careful, the divine remains will sense that the restraints have loosened and take the opportunity to launch the most ferocious backlash against them.

He stared intently at the figure driving the chariot on the screen for a few more moments, and the shock in his eyes suddenly froze, then was replaced by deep horror.

The Venerable One's lips twitched uncontrollably: "Wait a minute! How come the person who controls the divine remains is only a mid-level warrior?"

At that moment, an extremely absurd feeling swept over the Venerable One's mind.

He blinked instinctively, almost doubting that his perception was wrong.

He was, after all, a powerful expert who had been immersed in the mid-level Venerable Realm for many years. He always walked on thin ice when controlling the divine remains. Every time he mobilized his power, he had to be careful and repeatedly suppress the divine remains's instinctive resistance.

Yet a mid-level warrior, whose strength was pitifully weak and who had not even reached the Knight Realm, was able to manipulate the divine remains to form a chariot at will, and even use its power to precisely seal the Soul-Devouring Demon Beast.

at this time.

The crystal skull seemed to sense its master's turmoil, and a faint light returned to its eye sockets.

The venerable one was startled and immediately used a secret technique to reinforce the seal.

One second later.

The crystal skull returned to silence.

The Venerable One stared intently at the figure calmly driving the chariot in the light screen, his heart filled with turbulent waves.

The scene he happened to witness today completely overturned his entire understanding of the manipulation of divine remains! (End of Chapter)