Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1203 The Yellow Millet
In a deep, hazy dream, it is difficult to see the truth.

Lu Yang stood outside the painting, his brows furrowed. As he pondered, tens of thousands of paintings appeared out of thin air within the [Yellow Millet].

The painting is not entirely independent.

In fact, when Lü Yang looked up, he was shocked to see an enormous scroll that encompassed all the paintings, including all the dreamers.

Within this enormous scroll, Lü Yang saw the present-day Xian Shu, Jiangxi, Jiangdong, Jiangnan, Jiangbei, and even overseas—all meticulously detailed. He could even find a single weed on the small hill where the Lao Jun Temple was located.

If a single painting is a personal space.

The enormous scroll at the top is the public space, where every dreamer will appear, corresponding to their location in the real world.

Unbelievable.

Lu Yang sighed inwardly. He wasn't in a hurry to save the person. If he wanted to get the person out of the dream, he could easily do it by simply using the [Life-Controlling Revolution].

However, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

'My infiltration has obviously not been discovered yet, but if I try to rescue them, I will be exposed instantly and then kicked out by that Dream Fairy Miaole.'

Before that, Lü Yang planned to explore this peculiar perfect plane as much as possible, preferably to find a way to completely break the method of drawing people into dreams, once and for all. Otherwise, he would have to come over every time someone entered a dream, and even if he exhausted himself, he still wouldn't be able to save them.

Thinking of this, Lü Yang immediately mounted his escape light.

He wasn't a normal dreamer and didn't have a personal space, so he could only enter the public space. His figure swiftly landed in the enormous painting above.

The next second, the universe fell silent.

Lu Yang waited patiently for a moment, and soon, the world opened up again, and the mountain scenery of Lao Jun Temple appeared before his eyes, everything seemed so real.

It was as if he had not stepped into a painting, but returned to reality.

Immediately afterwards, a voice came to his ears: "Huh? Is this the sect you joined after I entered the dream? I've never seen you before."

Lü Yang turned around in response.

Approaching them was a young Taoist priest with a feather fan and a turban, the very disciple whom the Venerable Master Yu Hua had been longing for for a month.

"Yu Feng".

Lu Yang directly called out the other party's Daoist name: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm dreaming."

Yu Feng immediately laughed and said, "Senior, would you like to join my camp? My fellow disciples and I are having a competition to see who can kill the most Dragon Lords!"

Lü Yang: ".?"

Before he could ask a question, a sudden earthquake interrupted their conversation, and a vast ocean suddenly appeared on the distant horizon.

In the vast ocean, a long, slender creature with six horns and five claws emerged. It was neither a dragon nor a jiao, and had no redeeming qualities other than its size. Then it opened its mouth and roared, and the sound it produced was deafening. Except for not being a dragon's roar, it was perfect.

what is this?
Just as Lü Yang was puzzled, Yu Feng on the other side revealed an excited expression: "The Six Dragon Lords are here! Senior, let's grab the magic weapons and charge!"

Then he rushed out.

Not only him, but several other figures also rushed out. At a glance, Lu Yang saw that they were all cultivators lying flat on the floor inside the Lao Jun Temple.

Under their fearless charge, the six-headed serpent fought back fiercely. Although it looked ruthless, it actually used some Qi Refining spells to fight. After swinging its claws a couple of times, it finally managed to light up the Star of Fruit, but what it actually used was Foundation Establishment Divine Power. This made Lu Yang's eyes twitch.

He kind of understood.

Before long, under Yu Feng's leadership, the group of dreamers won a great victory, and all six long worms died, their heads being cut off one by one.

"How was it, senior? Exciting, right?"

Yu Feng, carrying a dragon head and covered in blood, walked over excitedly and said, "We've been fighting this for a long time, it's definitely realistic!"

"Senior, would you like to give it a try too?"

"According to the plan, another ten thousand overseas demons will invade later. Let's join forces and kill all those demons to avenge the dead!" Yu Feng's tone was extremely excited, clearly still immersed in the excitement of killing the Dragon Lord.

However, upon looking at him, Lü Yang shook his head:
"Fellow Daoist, stop deceiving yourself."

Yu Feng's expression suddenly froze.

Lu Yang's voice did not stop, and he continued, "There was no killing of the Dragon Lord, it was just a dream of a Qi Refining cultivator before his death."

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After a brief silence, Yu Feng shook his head: "It seems you don't really like this script, senior. It's alright, we can find another one."

The next second, the bloody battle scene not far away vanished instantly, and the landscape returned to its pristine state, as if there had never been a battle at all. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a group of beautiful women emerged, each with a gentle smile on their face.

"This is my junior sister."

Yu Feng smiled and, following his gaze, Lü Yang saw a young girl with long hair and a pure appearance, her full chest trembling slightly.

"This is my senior sister."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lü Yang saw a tall woman with a haughty and aloof appearance, dressed in a particularly simple and cool style, with legs so white they were dazzling.

Lu Yang smiled coldly at this.

Are you kidding me? Qi Refining is just Qi Refining, I have no real knowledge. You're testing me with something like this? Which True Lord couldn't withstand such a test?

The next second, Yu Feng continued:
"This is my master's wife."

Boom!

This time, Lü Yang decisively threw a punch, smashing the despicable guy. In an instant, all the scenes reset, and Yu Feng stood there dumbfounded.

"Huh? You can influence dreams too?"

Yu Feng blinked, then laughed and said, "Don't misunderstand, it's all just a setting. My master is so old, how could my master's wife be young and vibrant?"

You don't understand yet.

"The longer you stay in the dream world, the more you'll understand how fun this place is. I was cautious at first, but I got bolder later."

Before Yu Feng could finish speaking, Lü Yang interrupted:
"I'm here to save you."

"Your master, Master Yu Hua, begged me to save your life. You are now lying in front of him, and he desperately hopes that you can open your eyes and look at him again."

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This time, Yu Feng remained silent for even longer.

Lu Yang was very patient and waited quietly until, after a long time, Yu Feng finally let out a long breath and said in a low voice, "I don't want to leave here."

After saying that, he suddenly covered his face with his sleeve.

It suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Lu Yang knew that the other party had entered his personal canvas, but he didn't care. He simply let out a long breath, and admiration appeared on his face.
"amazing."

After he finished speaking, he slowly raised his head.

What he saw was the blue sky dome of the painting, but under his gaze, the sky gradually revealed a calm and indifferent face.

In that instant of eye contact, the name of this seat was already imprinted in my mind.

"A mirage? What a mirage!"

Lü Yang nodded slightly:

"Dreamlike Music, truly lives up to its name!"

(End of this chapter)