Courtyard House: My Long and Hard Body Makes Me Play with All the Women in the Courtyard

"If you turn around... I'll never see you again."

Her eyes held both reluctance and resolve.

Su Ting looked at her intently and finally nodded gently.

"it is good."

He strode toward the dream palace, his back straight and lonely.

Lin Yin stood there, watching his figure gradually disappear into the distance. The golden light in her eyes faded, replaced by a deep sense of sorrow.

Chapter 1199 No Choice

She murmured softly, "Goodbye, Su Ting."

"In this life, you have finally returned."

Are you sure he'll go in?

A cold female voice suddenly rang out, as if it came from the depths of the void.

Lin Yin slowly turned around, a cold smile appearing on her face:

He had no choice.

She gazed at the slowly opening gates of the dream palace, her eyes gradually turning cold:

"Because... he is the only one who can unlock the ultimate dream."

In the wind, it seemed as if someone was whispering:

"The King of Nightmares... has finally returned to his throne."

Before the palace gates, a deep, eerie light spilled out from the cracks in the door, like an abyss woven from countless nightmares, beckoning intruders.

Su Ting's hand slowly touched the door. It was a texture that was between reality and illusion, as if he was not touching a door, but the deepest secret in his heart.

The instant his fingertips touched the object, a surge of powerful memories suddenly engulfed him.

The view suddenly changed—

He stood in a dimly lit corridor, the walls made of broken mirrors, each reflecting his past.

There are images of him running in reality as a child, and also images of him fighting against darkness with a sword in his dreams.

And... his first encounter with Lin Yin.

"You... are part of the Source of Dreams?" he asked her then.

Lin Yin in the mirror, however, only smiled and remained silent.

Su Ting's heart clenched suddenly.

"None of this... is what I thought it was."

At the end of the corridor was a pitch-black door.

A figure stood in front of the door.

It was a man who looked exactly like him, but he was wearing a tattered white robe, and his eyes held weariness and anger.

“You shouldn’t have come back,” the shadow whispered. “We abandoned this world long ago.”

"Who are you?" Su Ting looked at him warily.

“I am a part of you.” The shadow grinned, but the smile was eerie and insane. “It is a memory you do not want to accept, a fragment of a dream, the true source of nightmares.”

Su Ting paused for a moment, then said, "If I am the origin, then I can end it."

"Ha...you're too naive!" The shadow sneered and took a step forward. "What do you think you've got in control of? You're just a fragment swallowed by the dream, trying to defy the heavens!"

Before he finished speaking, the shadow suddenly transformed into countless black vines and attacked Su Ting!

Su Ting's pupils contracted, and the key in his hand instantly lit up, transforming into a golden longsword that blocked his way.

boom--!

The two forces collided, creating ripples that shook the entire corridor.

“I am not who I used to be,” Su Ting said softly, “but I remember everything.”

Countless images flashed through his eyes—

He once walked the depths of dreams, protecting every lost soul.

Together with Lin Yin, he wove a dream net to stop the nightmare from spreading.

He gave everything to seal the rift in his dreams.

“So…” He raised his sword and unleashed a golden slash, forcing back the shadow, his tone firm, “I am not just the origin.”

"I... am the guardian of dreams!"

The shadow was struck, letting out a sharp roar, and the black vines exploded.

Su Ting did not stop. He pressed forward, the golden blade in his hand aimed directly at the shadow's heart!

"You can't stop the Nightmare!" the shadow roared, a twisted expression on its face. "The Nightmare... is a part of you!"

“I admit it.” Su Ting’s sword tip stopped half an inch from his heart, his gaze as firm as iron. “But it’s not all I am.”

Chapter 1200: Transformed into Countless Points of Light

The words had barely left his mouth when the sword pierced through the shadow's chest!

The shadow's form exploded in an instant, turning into countless points of light, which rose up with a golden ray of light.

The entire space trembled, as if the entire dream world was being revived.

"Welcome back, master."

A gentle yet unfamiliar voice rang out.

Su Ting turned around and saw a woman in a long golden dress standing at the end of the corridor. Her face was aloof, but a gentle halo emanated from between her brows, like a goddess from a dream.

"Who are you?" Su Ting asked the question again, but this time his tone was no longer confused.

“I am the will of dreams, also known as the dream spirit.” She gently raised her hand. “You have finally defeated your inner demons and proven your awakening.”

"Behind this door lies your true past and future."

She gazed at the dark doorway and whispered, "It is also the true core of the nightmare."

Su Ting took a deep breath, stepped forward, and placed his palm on the door again.

"If the nightmare cannot be eliminated, then let me bear its weight."

"In this life, I will protect this world."

The door slowly opened.

In an instant, the entire space shattered!

An irresistible force pulled him into the door!

—The scene changed, and he landed in a huge city.

It was a city built of light and dreams, with streets paved with starlight and buildings suspended in the air.

But at this moment, the city is in chaos, with countless black mists falling from the sky, devouring the memories of every dream resident.

"Help... help..."

A child ran past Su Ting, his body covered with fragments of broken memories.

"What happened?" Su Ting grabbed a panicked dreamwalker.

"The core of dreams... has been invaded!" the man replied in horror. "Someone is trying to control the laws of dreams!"

"Who?!"

Just as the Dream Walker was about to speak, he was swallowed by a wisp of black mist, and his figure instantly turned into nothingness.

Su Ting was startled and quickly soared into the sky, heading straight for the peak of the dream.

There stands a crystal tower, and atop its spire, a familiar figure stands silently.

"Lin Yin?!" Su Ting shouted.

The figure slowly turned around, a cold smile playing on its lips.

But Su Ting's heart sank.

It's not Lin Yin.

That was just—her outer shell.

The real Lin Yin wouldn't look at him like that.

"Who...are you?!" Su Ting asked sharply.

"We've finally met." The man spoke slowly, his voice ethereal yet cold. "Su Ting, I am your... ultimate enemy."

"The rebel of dreams."