I can find treasures in my dreams.

Yang Wanyu stared at the huge vortex in the ink painting, her tone full of amazement: "The deepest part of the Death Whisper Abyss is more than 180 kilometers long, and the death power at the bottom of the abyss is so thick that it is almost solidified."

"No wonder my father said that over the past few centuries, many civilized worlds have tried to explore the secrets of the Death Whisper Sands, but no civilization has ever truly figured out just how deep the sands are."

In addition to its ability to observe from a great distance, the Stargazing Bridge also has many other small functions.

One of them is that what you see is what you know.

The siblings would spontaneously generate corresponding information in their minds for any image they saw on the light screen.

In a sense, this can be considered a kind of "translation" ability.

That's how she learned that the power at the bottom of the abyss was the power of death.

Yang Wanyu paused for a moment, her face full of pride: "Our Canglan civilization was the first to know how deep the sand abyss is."

This is no exaggeration.

Even for a Venerable One who stands at the pinnacle of combat power in the primordial world, trying to uncover the full extent of the Death Whisper Sand Abyss is like dancing on a knife's edge.

Because the fragments of divine remains lurking at the bottom of the sand abyss emit a powerful force of law that is strong enough to distort the laws of nature, it is essentially the most deadly form of pollution.

For the Venerable One, venturing deep into the abyss is extremely risky; a single misstep could lead to utter destruction, turning one into nourishment for the Death Whisper Abyss.

But under the magical view from the Stargazing Bridge, all these secrets are exposed.

The siblings had not yet reached the level of knights, but they could clearly see the energy essence of the Death Whisper Sands—it was not a chaotic flow of energy, but a giant vortex formed by the convergence of pure death power.

This understanding alone surpasses that of most venerable ones.

Let me add a few more words.

Yang Fan's decision to venture deep into the Sands of the Dead was by no means a spur-of-the-moment adventure.

Over the years, the Dream Realm has played an indispensable role in enabling him to explore far more secret realms in the Primordial World than ordinary Venerables.

Even before setting off, he had carefully observed the projection of the sand abyss through the dream illusion.

The unusual energy fluctuations that appeared and disappeared in the projection, and the obscure aura that was out of place with the surrounding environment, made him keenly aware that there was an unusual secret hidden deep in the sand abyss, which made him determined to explore it further.

Upon hearing his sister's words, Yang Yanchen exclaimed, "Oh, this depth is indeed outrageous."

He also recalled that the research institutions on Azure Star had conducted some analysis on the depth of the sand dunes based on the data from the detection instruments. The mainstream view was that the maximum depth of the sand dunes should be between fifty and sixty kilometers, and the deepest should not exceed seventy kilometers.

Otherwise, the immense weight of the sand layer would crush the surrounding rock base, thus filling the abyss.

The result, a distance of 180 kilometers, far exceeded the expectations of the research institutions.

Yang Yanchen glanced at the vortex once, then his gaze shifted to the sand abyss above.

This kid always kept his father's instructions in mind and kept a close eye on the enemy's situation.

Through the view from the Star Gazing Bridge, he could clearly see three plumes of thick black smoke hovering around the sand dunes.

Around each wisp of black energy, ripples spread in layers, constantly disturbing the surrounding supernatural forces on one hand, and interacting with the supernatural forces in the outside world on the other.

This energy interaction gives people the feeling that the black energy is like a lever, which can "leverage" more external forces at any time.

Yang Yanchen had observed countless superhumans in the dream world, from knights to newly awakened newcomers, and their energy fields all had one characteristic.

That is, the energy field and external forces are clearly separated and do not interfere with each other.

In contrast, these three wisps of black energy interacted so intensely that they caused widespread disturbances.

The external supernatural forces within the ripple's coverage area are several times stronger than its own.

The three wisps of black mist above the vortex were undoubtedly the three Venerable experts dispatched by the Shadow Secret Palace.

Yang Yanchen looked at it carefully for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Sister, I finally understand! So this is what the Venerable's Law Domain is all about."

Yang Wanyu was more concerned about her father's situation: "I feel that my father's potential far exceeds that of the three powerful figures in the Shadow Palace."

There were also two energy clusters radiating ripples within the vortex, namely his own father and the Tree Man Venerable.

She clearly noticed that although the energy cluster representing her father was not the largest energy cluster.

However, the ripple frequency around this energy cluster significantly exceeded that of other energy clusters.

The energy cluster with the second fastest fluctuation frequency is not even half as fast as Old Man's.

This symbolizes the efficiency of mobilizing external supernatural forces.

It also symbolizes potential.

It must be said that the magical perspective of the Star Bridge reveals the essence of the realm of laws.

Even an ordinary person can understand it at a glance.

This was also Yang Fan's method of observing the Venerable One.

The Stargazing Bridge, Dream Paradise, and Fantasy Realm, along with Yang Wanyu and her brother, form four "isolation layers".

Their combined effect minimized the impact on these venerable ones' ability to "feel what others think, and I will feel it."

The powerful figures sent by the Shadow Temple never dreamed that two warriors were closely watching their every move without them noticing.

What they thought was absolutely impossible has become a reality.

Just a few seconds later.

On the ink-colored screen projected by the Illusionary Star Bridge, the largest mass of black energy, which was the strongest of the three enemies, suddenly showed unusual activity.

The ripples around it suddenly doubled in size, as if it had unleashed a domain of laws, leveraging supernatural forces from the outside world.

next moment.

A slender black thread quietly extended from the black mist and rapidly pierced into the depths of the vortex below.

Almost instantly, the black stockings pierced the bottom of the vortex at an astonishing speed.

In other words, this thing instantly pierced through the entire Death's Whisper Sands.

And then.

This super vortex seemed to be injected with some kind of violent energy, and its originally slow rotation suddenly went out of control.

Its rotation speed instantly increased several times, and the black color at the center of the vortex became even more intense, like solidified ink.

Another moment passed.

Large wisps of black mist surged from the core of the vortex, rising upwards like boiling black water.

The strangest thing is that the siblings felt unwell all over just by witnessing the black mist, as if their bodies and souls were about to decay.

This is still the result of being separated by the dream world and the Star Gazing Bridge.

One can only imagine what terrifying things would happen if the black fog were seen at the scene.

Yang Yanchen froze for a moment, then cried out in alarm, "Sister, the enemy has attacked us from the shadows! The death energy accumulated at the bottom of the sand dunes seems to be rising!"

Although he was young, he fully understood what was going on.

Without a doubt, the enemy had used some unimaginable secret technique to deliberately arouse the deathly power deep within the sand abyss. The purpose of doing so was either to use the dense deathly power to kill the old man and his companion, or to force them out of the depths of the sand abyss and then launch an attack.

Regardless of the intention, it harbors a deadly danger.

Yang Yanchen turned to look at his sister, his face full of anxiety: "We need to quickly send a message to Father, telling him to be careful of the enemy's plot."

Yang Wanyu gave a soft "hmm," and her fingertips tightened around the inch-long crystal cone in her palm.

This is the core hub of the Star Gazing Bridge, and also the token that Father descended from afar.

This thing looks like a solid crystal with sharp edges and corners, and it feels extremely cool and smooth to the touch, but it is actually an illusion.

Yang Wanyu understood that this was actually a strange object formed from the power of a high-level dream.

Although he had already awakened the Dream Walker's special abilities and could borrow the power of the Dream God Capital, he was unable to detect any illusory attributes.

This strange phenomenon was truly beyond her understanding of the power of dreams.

This is enough to show that Dad's mastery of the power of dreams and the laws of dreams has probably reached a new level.

"Om-"

A very slight tremor rippled from her palm, and the crystal cone seemed to sense her intention, its surface shimmering with a fine, luminous white light.

Yang Wanyu composed herself, her beautiful eyes suddenly becoming deep and unfathomable.

The power of dreams within her body rapidly overflowed, transforming into invisible threads that flowed into the crystal cone through her palm, along with the warning message.

In an instant, the crystal cone suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and a condensed silver beam, as sharp as an arrow, shot abruptly from the tip of the cone into the sky.

The light moved at an astonishing speed, like a shooting star rushing against the current, instantly plunging into the vast and brilliant starry sky.

With a thought, Yang Wanyu caused the crystal cone to slowly disappear.

She turned to look at her still worried younger brother and smiled, "Don't worry, the enemy's tricks are nothing compared to your father's."

She paused, then said in an extremely confident tone, "Knowing my father as I do, he will definitely teach the enemy a lesson they will never forget this time. Just wait and see."

Before the word "ba" was even finished, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared on the ink screen.

Suddenly, countless thin, blood-red light threads appeared out of thin air in the vortex area where the old man was.

They were like spider webs seeping out of nothingness, densely interwoven and spreading, filling the airspace in just half a breath.

Just by looking at the blood vessels, one can sense an indescribable aura emanating from them.

"Sister! Look!"

Yang Yanchen's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively cried out.

Upon hearing this, the streaks of blood that had been roaming the sky suddenly accelerated, meandering and overlapping under the canvas of the ink painting, following some ancient rhythm to outline a magnificent arched silhouette.

Every strand of blood pulses within it, eventually coalescing into a giant gate that seems to connect the past and present.

The power of translation, originating from the depths of the Star Gazing Pavilion, silently seeped into the consciousness of the siblings, leaving no unnecessary preamble, but simply imprinting a clear name upon them.

Yang Yanchen blurted out instinctively, "'Twilight Heavenly Gate'? What exactly is that?"

Yang Wanyu's eyes lit up, and she couldn't hide her excited smile: "No need to guess, this is definitely Dad's doing!"

She leaned forward slightly, her voice rising a notch: "Dad's getting serious now, the counterattack is finally about to begin."

Yang Yanchen nodded gently, already believing his sister's words.

He stared intently at the giant gate floating in the light screen, muttering to himself, "Sister, I have a feeling this gate... is quite unusual."

He paused for a moment, trying to describe the vague feeling in his mind: "I feel that this door is very, very old, and everything around it, including time, has an ancient feel to it."

This description sounded outrageous, but Yang Wanyu agreed with her brother: "I feel the same way."

She thought for a moment and casually revealed some confidential information: "A while ago, that kid Donglin dared to rush into the Secret Realm of the Fallen Sands and then received a mission from my father."

"This kid caused quite a stir in the secret realm, helping the Azure Civilization train nearly three hundred knights in one go."

"He also found the ruins of an emerald city where the Cangfei civilization was swallowed by the secret realm. A few days ago, I heard a hint from my mother that my father seemed to be planning to do something extraordinary by taking advantage of the emerald city ruins and the lingering souls of hundreds of thousands of Cangfei people."

Upon hearing the word "wandering soul," a bold idea suddenly flashed through Yang Yanchen's mind.

His tone carried a hint of uncertainty yet couldn't hide his excitement: "Sister, this is the Abyss of Death, a bottomless sand layer where countless dead are buried, and every grain of sand is soaked in deathly energy."

"The Jade City ruins that my second brother found also gather the souls of hundreds of thousands of Cangfei people. I think there might be some connection between the two."

"The reason why Father chose to set up a trap for the Shadow Temple in the Sands of Death is most likely related to the dead."

Yang Wanyu's beautiful eyes flickered, and she suddenly realized: "Yanchen, you've probably guessed the truth!"

She immediately provided evidence: "I overheard my mom and dad chatting, and my mom said that having the words 'wandering soul' in a name is too awful and it would be best to change the name."

"Dad and Mom were probably discussing the name of this door. Dad was probably going to come up with something like 'Gate of the Dead,' but Mom suggested changing it to 'Twilight Heavenly Gate.'"

Yang Yanchen couldn't help but laugh: "That should be it."

My father is terrible at naming things; everyone in the entire organization knows that.

Another second passed.

The twilight gate in the ink painting suddenly underwent a strange change.

The once perfectly sealed door gap—that clear dividing line—suddenly began to tremble slightly.

The siblings immediately noticed the change and turned their gazes in that direction.

"Boom--!"

A deep, thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the light screen.

Two enormous, blood-red doors slowly opened inwards with a deafening roar.

A dim yet powerful beam of light poured out from the crack in the door, instantly enveloping the entire ink painting scroll.

The light was mixed with the whispers of countless dead souls, giving it an ancient and desolate feel.

"Ah~"

"I'm in so much pain!"

"help me!"

"Great Lord, please grant me salvation!"

These voices seemed to reach the depths of their souls, sending chills down the spines of the siblings.

next second.

The crimson gate opened to its maximum angle, and a torrent of crimson water surged out from within, rushing straight upwards towards the vortex.

The Gates of Heaven at Dusk have officially opened! (End of Chapter)